Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 211 - 210 Change

Chapter 211: Chapter 210 Change

Chapter 211 -210 Change

Cui Zhen’en suddenly rose from her seat and found herself back on the plane.

“Did it work?” Anthony asked impatiently.

“I don’t know if the Evil God was destroyed… but the energy was indeed transferred,” she patted the Ouroboros on her hand, “Well done.”

The Ouroboros let out a pleased vibration.

“If that’s the case, let’s hurry up and leave this place.” Anthony nodded and informed the pilot, “Let’s return at full speed, now nobody is protecting us.”

“Fuck!” Zhang Zhiyuan suddenly blurted out.

Everyone was slightly stunned since it was rare for him to swear.

However, when the other three followed his gaze, they couldn’t help but feel a chill rise from the soles of their feet and shoot up their spines.

The New Ground Island below had changed!

All of them saw that at the boundary between its frozen tundra and the forest, a small town had emerged! Even from an altitude of four thousand meters, it stood out conspicuously, those straight concrete roads and neatly arranged houses sharply contrasting with the vibrant nature around them!

And just seconds before, the island was desolate, with only a Northern Fleet base established at the southern end, the entire island could be called a forbidden zone for life.

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Who would choose to live long-term in a place full of bomb craters and ionizing radiation after more than a hundred nuclear tests?

“Boss, shall we still go?” the pilot asked again.

“Go, go, go! Our lives are the priority, let’s not bother with things we don’t understand until later!” Anthony came back to his senses and urged quickly.

The plane once again performed a stomach-churning roll, changing its direction drastically and headed toward Singh Airport.

The return journey was quite smooth. The Northern Fleet didn’t send anyone to pursue them or fire missiles, and two hours later, the group landed steadily on the airport apron.

Gao Wei closed his notebook, looking somewhat wearied.

Zhang Zhiyuan saw this tired expression on his superior’s face for the first time, “Notice any changes?”

“None, at least I didn’t find any from historical records… but…”

“But what?”

Gao Wei glanced at Anthony and still decided to say, “I asked some friends who study history, and they found my question quite strange, saying the nuclear bomb test carried out on New Ground Island in 1961 was a failed attempt from the start, and after that, the Soviet Union switched testing sites, abandoning that island.”

Cui Zhen’en drew in a breath of cold air, “Could it be that only we remember the original history?”

“This… I haven’t reported to the higher-ups yet; we will know after we get back.”

The group fell silent.

Just then, Anthony’s phone rang.

He opened it and then said to the three of them, “There’s news. A friend of mine in the military told me that the town we saw should be Project 651, nothing too significant.”

“Project 651? What is that?”

“I don’t know, the project has not been declassified; it’s still a mystery, but the project itself had already ended, or rather, it was terminated not long after the Soviet Union disintegrated.” Anthony tapped on his phone, then switched to the television panel inside the cabin, “Take a look… This is a video on XTB, someone went there to explore.”

Following the uploader’s video, Zhang Zhiyuan and the others saw an abandoned town. It was indeed built at the intersection of permafrost and forests, the asphalt road beneath their feet was cracked due to years of neglect. On either side of the road were bungalows overrun with vines, many houses with shattered windows, leaving only pitch-black holes. Not far off, they could also see facilities like barbed wire fences and watchtowers, as if narrating the unusual status of the place.

“So what we saw was an abandoned military base?” Zhang Zhiyuan mused, “After the Tsar Bomba was dropped, New Ground Island ceased to conduct nuclear tests… It turns out they all made way for Project 651.”

Gao Wei nodded in agreement, “And there was no mention of a Project 651 on New Ground Island in any historical records we could find. Even though it has been terminated and the base abandoned, the project remains classified. This indicates that its original level of secrecy was very high, even surpassing nuclear weapon carriers like Typhoon. This intelligence involves many things, we’d better return to Beifu as soon as possible.”

Seeing that the three were resolute, Anthony voiced no objections. He took a bottle of premium vodka from the liquor cabinet and passed it to Cui Zhen’en. “I was actually hoping to invite you all for a meal, to enjoy the capital, but it seems you’re not in the mood now. In that case, here’s to a safe journey back. When we meet next time, we should be celebrating victory in Paradise.”

…

Three days later.

Qianyuan Mingzi climbed the dew-covered stone steps leading up the hill behind her family estate. The hill wasn’t tall, but it symbolized the family’s status—it was positioned at the foothills on the eastern side of City N, and through gaps in the leaves, the incessant traffic and dense buildings of the city could be seen. In fact, most residents had no idea that every hill they saw when they left their homes had its own master.

There were many torii gates along the stone pathway. Qianyuan Mingzi remembered they had existed even before she was born. Every time she passed by, she could almost believe she was on her way to a temple. But at the top of the peak, there was no temple, only a minimalist white house—modern and advanced, incongruent with the peeling red torii gates.

It was her father’s research institute.

Qianyuan Mingzi hadn’t reached the summit when she heard voices of dispute coming from ahead.

She quickened her pace to climb the last hundred steps, and suddenly, her field of view opened up vastly. On the open ground in front of the research institute stood many men in black suits, and clashing with them were several researchers in white lab coats. Both sides were still shoving each other, but the researchers in white lying on the ground indicated they were clearly at a disadvantage.

She furrowed her brows and walked straight towards the main entrance of the institute.

“Sorry, your brother has issued an order, no one is allowed—” A man wearing sunglasses came forward and stretched out his hand to stop her.

“Get out of my way.” Qianyuan Mingzi drew her wooden sword from behind her back and delivered a precise horizontal strike to his knees.

The man immediately collapsed to the ground, clutching his knee and groaning in pain.

“Your swordsmanship has improved again,” her bodyguard and caretaker Noda Juri commented as he followed behind her.

“Leaving you here, you shouldn’t die, I suppose,” Qianyuan Mingzi said as she sheathed her wooden sword.

“If they don’t pull out guns, that is,” Noda sincerely replied.

“Then let’s quiet them down. Father doesn’t like noise,” she said and proceeded straight into the research institute.

She didn’t come here often, but thankfully she was familiar enough with the routes. Through several security doors and around a bend, she arrived at the most central room of the institute—the neuroscience research lab. This room should have been tightly sealed by hermetic doors, a sterile, unadulterated space, but now the doors were wide open, and fragments of broken glass bottles were scattered on the floor.

She didn’t need to guess to know that this was the handiwork of those Qianyuan family heirs.