thefictionvixens Chapter 62 Mind Blocking Alloy
Chapter 62 Mind Blocking Alloy
Chapter 62 Mind Blocking Alloy
Location: 21°N, 89°W, off the coast of the Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico
Black Rock, a drilling base for seabed rock exploration below sea level.
If we compress Earth's 4.6 billion-year history into a single day, then the emergence of humankind is nothing more than a sigh in the last few seconds before midnight.
Before that, during the long days, the Earth belonged to giants, to those overlords who roared in the wilderness.
And 65 million years ago, at dusk during the Cretaceous period.
A blinding beam of light tore through the atmosphere.
That wasn't a meteor, but an extraterrestrial object with a diameter of about 10 kilometers.
With devastating kinetic energy, it struck precisely the area now known as the Yucatan Peninsula at a speed of 20 kilometers per second.
At that moment, the earth's crust cracked and the seawater boiled.
The energy equivalent to 100 trillion tons of TNT is released instantly.
A massive mushroom cloud broke through the stratosphere, and molten rock rained down on the globe, triggering tsunamis, earthquakes, and a "nuclear winter" that lasted for years.
It was an apocalypse, a death knell for the age of dinosaurs, and a clarion call for the rise of mammals.
Human geologists named this place "Chicsubo Crater" and considered it an accidental cosmic traffic accident.
But they were wrong.
Big mistakes.
That wasn't an impact, but a "landing".
The core encased in thick rock was not an inanimate object; it was a container, a beacon, a creation of an advanced civilization forced to land on Earth for some ulterior motive.
Beneath a layer of limestone sediments thousands of meters thick, that black thing lay quietly for 65 million years.
It was asleep, but it never stopped "breathing".
"Sizzle—sizzle—"
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In the corridor of the underwater base, the fluorescent lights emitted a dying electrical hum, flickering on and off.
Hendricks, the security chief for the operation, was walking briskly down the corridor leading to the core observation room.
His boots echoed hollowly on the metal grating floor.
Despite wearing a thick tactical uniform, he still felt a chill run down his spine.
Something's not right here.
Ever since the drill broke through that layer of iridium-rich rock, the entire "Black Rock" base has been shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.
Hendricks passed by a lounge and, through the half-open door, saw a technician responsible for sonar maintenance sitting facing the wall.
The man was holding a kitchen knife and frantically carving something on the originally white composite material wall.
"Sizzle—sizzle—"
—
The sound of metal scraping against the wall was teeth-grinding.
Hendrix stopped and squinted at him.
That wasn't graffiti. It was a complex, spiraling pattern, and in the center of the pattern, written in some kind of dark red grease, or perhaps blood, was a line of distorted English text:
"Make us whole."
"Hey! What are you doing!" Hendricks shouted.
The technician suddenly turned his head.
His eyes were unfocused, but a chillingly happy smile lingered on his lips.
His fingers were spasming from gripping the knife for so long, and his fingernails had already flipped up, bleeding profusely, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.
"I'm recording—the supervisor." The technician's voice was as soft as if he were dreaming, "This is—God speaking—"
"Take him to the infirmary! Give him a sedative!" Hendrix yelled into the intercom, then slammed the door shut in disgust.
How many is this this week? The fifth? Or the sixth?
Suicide, insomnia, violent tendencies, collective hallucinations—this deep-sea base is turning into a mental asylum.
A few minutes later, he stood in front of the huge one-way reinforced glass of the core observation platform.
Looking down at the enormous cavity illuminated by countless searchlights, the sense of oppression reached its peak.
There, the once solid seabed had been completely hollowed out, revealing a magnificent yet eerie black obelisk.
It has a double helix structure and its surface is engraved with countless dazzling red runes.
Although there was no external light source, the runes seemed to emanate a faint glow from the hellish dimension.
"This is the core of the Black Rock project."
Dr. Markov approached. This chief scientist, with his gray hair and thick-rimmed glasses, was in no better condition than the researchers.
His eyes were dark and puffy, his hands trembled involuntarily, and his eyes held a morbid fanaticism as he stared intently at the obelisk, as if looking at God's illegitimate son.
"To uncover this, the Department of Defense burned through the equivalent of three aircraft carrier strike groups' budget. They even resorted to various means to cover up the truth."
Look at it—Hendricks, it's perfect. It's not rock, it's not metal, its material isn't even on the periodic table of elements known to humankind!
"I don't care if it's perfect. I only care about the cover."
Hendrix, enduring a severe migraine, pointed around the signet ring.
Around the divine seal, a ring of silver-gray metal plates stood in a staggered pattern.
They converge inward at a precisely calculated angle, forming a ring-shaped reflective structure similar to a "wave-gathering funnel," attempting to forcibly lock that invisible spiritual fluctuation at the bottom of the pit.
These metal plates have pitted and uneven surfaces, dull colors, and some even have strange burn marks, making them look like a pile of industrial waste picked up from a scrap yard.
"This is the good stuff you got from that so-called 'black market' for two hundred million US dollars?"
Hendrix's tone was tinged with sarcasm. "It looks like a pile of scrap metal. If this thing can block those maddening signals, I'd rather believe Santa Claus is real."
"Shut up, you brute who only knows how to pull the trigger! You have no idea how valuable it is!"
Dr. Markov rebuked him sternly, as if he had been stepped on.
"Do you know what that is? It's a mind-blocking alloy! It's a top-tier strategic material specifically used by the Global Occult Consortium (GOC) to contain such substances that cause mental abnormalities!"
The doctor's voice became shrill with excitement: "This stuff is impossible to buy on the market! Every gram is incredibly expensive!"
If it weren't for our extremely secretive smuggling route within G0C, coupled with the recent G0...
Division C seems to be experiencing some turmoil.
This resulted in some of the old inventory flowing out, and we couldn't even get a glimpse of this pile of "scrap metal"!
At this point, the doctor walked to the control panel, his fingers trembling as he touched the readings on the screen.
"This divine seal—it emits a special scalar field signal."
This signal can bypass physical defenses and act directly on the cerebral cortex, modifying neurotransmitters. If it weren't for these alloy plates, we'd either be killing each other or kneeling on the ground worshipping it like a god!
"Yeah?"
Hendrix rubbed his temples, the buzzing sound, like countless flies swarming in his head, growing louder and louder.
"But why do I feel like this thing is malfunctioning? That technician just scratched his nails raw, and you're telling me that's effective shielding?"
Dr. Markov's expression stiffened for a moment.
He glanced instinctively at a red warning light in the corner of the control panel.
The reading representing the effectiveness of "mental protection" is slowly but steadily slipping from 75% to 60%.
"This—this is something that can't be helped."
The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice lowered, revealing a hint of guilt.
"After all, it's a product that came from the black market. According to the middleman, it's a defective product rejected by GOC, or an early experimental model with insufficient purity. The active ingredient in it is only about 40% of the standard product."
"Moreover—the signal strength of the Divine Seal is increasing exponentially. It seems to have sensed our attempt to analyze it. The molecular structure inside these alloy plates is being shattered by that high-frequency signal."
"So, we spent two hundred million US dollars to buy a bunch of expired, substandard security doors?" Hendrix sneered, his hand unconsciously reaching for the tactical pistol at his waist.
"It can still hold on! At least until we complete our first close-up experiment!"
Dr. Markov roared hysterically, his eyes blazing with madness, "If we can decipher the runes on the divine seal, we will have grasped the secret of infinite energy!"
Even—the secret to immortality! This is the key to making America great again and ruling the world for another hundred years!
Even if a few people die—even if everyone in this base is sacrificed, it's worth it!
Hendrix remained silent.
He stared at the black obelisk outside the glass. For some reason, he felt that the obelisk was also staring at him, like a spider waiting for its prey in its web.
That expensive ring of so-called "mind-blocking alloy" now looks so thin and fragile.
Before the ancient and immense will of the divine seal, they were like paper dams trying to stop a tsunami.
"I hope this money was well spent," Hendricks muttered.
But he didn't know that, to the Divine Seal, the gun, the pile of alloy plates, and even the rationality that humanity was so proud of were all meaningless.
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