Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The eighth order is different.

As we all know, the soul and the body are independent of each other, interdependent, and interact with each other.

Can a seventh-level being control this fundamental rule that the soul and body are independent yet interdependent and interact with each other? No.

The eighth order is possible.

Back then, the Ghost Transformation experiment and subsequent cyborg experiments were not intended to create any ghosts or to shape any new humans, but simply to verify some ideas for reaching the eighth level.

Once completed, there is no need to continue, lest it be lost.

After Guthrie and Ahriman died, only Garcia possessed this thing.

It took him almost twenty years to truly master this knowledge, and after many attempts, he finally achieved the eighth level.

Therefore, his original soul and body collapsed. Otherwise, if his arrogant and useless son had offered himself up, he might have been in serious trouble. Of course, all of that is in the past. Garcia is now at the eighth level.

Upon reaching the eighth stage, his physical body becomes a polymer, and organs cease to matter. Similarly, his soul can disperse and function independently.

Even if his body is shattered and his soul is torn apart in battle, it cannot be considered an injury, and he can still output at full power.

One is ten thousand, and ten thousand is one; this is the eighth order.

Above the eighth level, there is a ninth level.

Breaking free from the self, the extraordinary system that connects the soul and body to this world, theoretically allows one to use any extraordinary ability that has appeared in the past, present, and future of this world, including the ability to manipulate space and time. At that point, one will truly be like a god.

Unfortunately, he was still a little short of reaching the ninth level of the Intense Stage. If he had obtained some research data from Mainar and Mushir, he might have been able to make a breakthrough, but that was only a possibility.

Ultimately, Garcia's talents were limited; he could only make some optimizations and minor innovations based on what he had inherited. In terms of creativity, the deceased Guts and Ahriman were stronger.

“But that’s not important anymore. Eighth rank is enough. Once I get the three remains of the Holy Son from my father, breaking through to the ninth rank is only a matter of time.” Garcia was very confident.

Ronan is above the seventh rank, yet he is still at the seventh rank, and there is a qualitative difference between them.

Meanwhile, Armandina lay on a rocking chair in her bedroom, quietly reading a book titled "Invisible Values," the only book by her beloved Guss that had nothing to do with transcendental theories but was about society.

The first three chapters of the book are about economic theory, social systems, and the role of geopolitical culture, but the fourth chapter is some speculative content. Many people think that the fourth chapter is completely superfluous, and some later editions even removed the fourth chapter altogether, feeling that the fourth chapter completely lowered the quality of the book. But Armandina is very clear that, in Gus's own words, "My father once said that someone made dumplings for a little vinegar, and this book is the same."

The fourth chapter, which was considered worthless, was just about that little bit of vinegar.

This chapter begins with a rather absurd assumption: that in a system, everyone's needs for survival and reproduction can be met.

At this point, all production activities are aimed at satisfying people's enjoyment, which is in various senses and not just simple pleasure.

This enjoyment should largely be at the spiritual level.

Even so, producers still cannot obtain returns equivalent to the products they produce. "Capitalists" and "tax-eating classes" remain in the position of exploiters. However, everything they exploit is no longer material or currency, but "enjoyment".

Can spiritual enjoyment be quantified and priced? It seems difficult.

At this point, are the "capitalists" and the "tax-eating class" still considered exploiters?

This is question one.

The answer given by author Guss is one that puzzles readers and angers many: no.

The reason lies in the very beginning of the book, which positions capitalists and the tax-paying class as exploiters and dedicates two chapters, one on economics and the other on politics, to explain why this is the case.

The author also stated earlier that value is the undifferentiated labor of human beings embodied in commodities, and that capitalists and tax-paying classes both take a portion from the laborers.

It can be generally assumed that the author's ideal was communism, and that he pursued fairness and justice.

However, the author then states that true undifferentiated labor has no exploiters, thus overturning everything mentioned earlier.

What kind of ridiculous theory is this?

Question two: In a world where human production is for "enjoyment," what is the primary cause of conflict between different civilizations? The answer seems to be ideology.

Ideology is both objective and subjective, but when applied to an individual, it is definitely subjective.

To put it extremely, it is purely about eliminating dissidents, a struggle that is completely devoid of rationality.

Following this, there are questions three, four, and five. Finally, the author reveals his true intentions, stating that communism is incredibly evil, extremely anti-human, and anti-civilizational; it is simply another form of the "end producer" hypothesized earlier.

“This book is only complete with a fourth chapter, and the complete book is not for readers.” Amandina read on, gently stroking the pages as if caressing a lover’s cheek, and murmured to herself, “This is a letter to my brothers and sisters, and to my father.”

Just then, a masked woman in black robes appeared in the room. She lifted the mask to reveal a face almost identical to Louise's. "Your Excellency, the intelligence data regarding the aftermath of the events in Austeria has been compiled. Lord Sigrid has refused to return."

“Okay, Number Three, thank you for your hard work,” Amandina said. “Don’t worry about Sigrid.”

"Yes," responded number three.

Amandina sat up. "What do you think of your mother?"

“No comment,” Number Three replied, adding, “You are our mother; she is merely a lucky child.”

Amandina put down her book, stood up, looked out the window into the distance, and murmured in Seres, "The ways of the world are unpredictable." Then she looked down at the book again, "The will of Heaven is clear."

Chapter 1259 Good Morning Bite, Stocking Memories, Interesting Book

In the morning, Ronan woke up to the soothing sensation brought on by the warm, moist mouth.

Opening his eyes and looking ahead, he saw Ravana with flaxen hair lying between his legs, her eyes half-closed, her head bobbing back and forth as she swallowed and released. As if sensing that Ronan had woken up, Ravana began to take her mouth in a deeper position. Ronan reached out his left hand and gently touched her face, then lay down, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed the moment.

On either side of Ronan were Louise and Liz, who were still asleep.

Louise lay on her side, her body close to Ronan's, her hand resting on his right arm. Ronan could even feel her breath. Even in her sleep, he could sense a small happiness emanating from her sleeping face.

Liz was on the left, some distance from Ronan. She was curled up with her back against the wall, her knees bent, her whole body curled up in the same sleeping position as before. The only change was that she was now facing Ronan, whereas before she had always been facing away from him.

Stockings were scattered all over the bed and the floor.

The slightly thick, matte black pantyhose that were torn, and another pair that looked intact, relatively thin, with a slightly oily sheen, but with dry, hardened lumps at the feet, and a whitish-yellowish tinge—these were all the black pantyhose that Lavana had worn last night.

The slightly thick black pantyhose were torn by Ronan when he was violently thrusting into her while holding her upside down; he found it particularly satisfying to manipulate Lavana's muscular body. As for the other pair, they were from the first round, when Lavana finished with footjob, and Ronan ejaculated for the first time, shooting all his accumulated semen onto her feet.

After continuous improvement and training, Lavana gained extraordinary control over her body. The flesh on her soles could move on its own, and the soles of her feet could be used as a foot acupoint. With the acupoint combined with stockings, her ability to extract semen was exceptionally strong.

The skin-toned, pearlescent, flesh-colored pantyhose, along with another pair of flesh-colored tights with a dry, stiff crotch area, were the ones Louise wore last night. The pearlescent, flesh-colored pantyhose were intact and looked relatively clean; Ronan had mainly used the position of holding a child to urinate, so they hadn't gotten much of Louise's vaginal fluid on them.

A sexy, dark-skinned woman with white hair—it feels really good to do that.

The other pair of pantyhose looked like that because Ronan didn't take them off or open them; he inserted them directly while they were still in the pantyhose, and he ejaculated directly at the end. So now, the crotch of that pair of pantyhose still has a faint shape of a rod-like object being inserted.

Beside the bed was a large snake. It was a white, open-crotch bodysuit that Liz had worn the night before. Surprisingly, this somewhat erotic bodysuit suited Liz, the red-haired little cow. Ronan had positioned her in front of a full-length mirror, her hands pressed against the walls on either side of the mirror. Every now and then, Ronan's thrusts from behind almost caused her to bump into the mirror. Because of the height difference, her white-stockinged feet were always on tiptoe, her heels never touching the ground.

The dry, hardened patches on the white bodysuit stockings were on the upper body, because Ronan had carried her back to bed, grabbed her large breasts bound by the stockings, and used them to give her a blowjob, ejaculating on them. The other pair of cute, innocent-looking, glossy, polka-dot pantyhose also belonged to Liz, only the feet were slightly dirty, as Liz had worn them to practice foot fetish, and she was still quite inexperienced in that area. A long yawn made Ronan open his eyes again, and he saw Louise stretching.

Then came a voice, "Get up, you white pig." Louise called to Liz to get up.

"Damn black man." He cursed back first, then slowly opened his eyes.

Louise didn't retort. Noticing that Lavana was enjoying a penis, she moved closer. Lavana immediately made way for her, and Louise happily took over, using Ronan's abdomen as a pillow, and began to eat the glans.

Liz rubbed his eyes, sat and watched for a while, and after being quietly poked by Lavana, he leaned over and began licking the base of the penis that Louise hadn't yet taken.

“I’m so sorry to have troubled you all these days,” Ronan said. “No, I should say I’ve been troubling you all along.”

"

Louise spat out the glans. "No, these past few days have been incredibly exciting. It's just a pity we weren't quite there yet; we didn't beat those two guys to a pulp." Louise was preoccupied with the fact that her side had lost; as for lingering fear, she felt none at all.

Liz looked up and said, "Hmph, if you had listened to me and turned back to fight, we might not have needed to wait for Ronan to solve the problem." Liz felt that her side was in top form at the time, and that they could have won by turning back and attacking.

"It's my fault, I was too focused on relying on Ronan," Lavana said. She seemed to blame herself, but she actually felt the same way, regretting that she lacked the strength and courage.

Ronan couldn't help but laugh.

This is probably what young people are like.

They are truly fearless, unable and needless to look at the "distant future," focusing only on what is in front of them. When faced with something blocking their way, their blood boils, and they want to kick it away.

It’s great to be young.

But then again, he's not old. Is he afraid? Not at all. On the contrary, he's excited. He just feels like something's missing. Simply eliminating opponents physically is a bit boring.

Ronan sat up. "Alright, that's enough. Get up, get dressed, and go have breakfast."

In the summer here, you just wear underwear, then whatever you have on, and slip on some slippers and you're good to go.

When we went outside, breakfast was already on the table.

Breakfast was simple: toasted bread slices spread with butter, topped with fried eggs and ham, fried bacon and potato pancakes, some tropical fruit, and then coffee. Midway through, Isabel suddenly brought up the idea she had mentioned in the previous night's meeting.

Of course, she was much more specific than she was last night, incorporating many of her desired institutional designs and her expectations for reforming people.

Ronan's eyes lit up, but he wasn't particularly interested. Instead, he suddenly left his seat and picked up a book.

The book is called "Invisible Values." At first glance, everyone seems puzzled, but their eyes change when they see the author's name, Gus Garnier Artes, which is the name of Alice and Ronan's son.

Ronan put down the book. "This book was a bonus from Lisa when she gave me technical data back in Austeria. I glanced at it; it's quite interesting. Isa, you can take a look." After decades, they were both very knowledgeable. When Ronan said something was insightful, he meant it truly was insightful; when he said it was interesting, he meant it contained many outrageous arguments. Isa had never been interested in such outrageous arguments, even though Ronan often teased her as the "Queen of Outrageous Arguments." However, since Guts wrote the book, she might as well take a look.

Besides, Ronan's sudden revelation of this book was certainly not without reason; it must be related to the idea she had just proposed.

"What are we going to do today?" Ambrina asked, still more concerned about that.

“To sea,” Ronan replied.

The sea here is beautiful and perfect for relaxing. Sea fishing and diving are great activities. Of course, you can also have a small party on the boat. It's quite fun to do that on a rocking boat.

"Then it's settled, we'll set sail this afternoon," Ambrina decided.

Chapter 1260 Countermeasures: "Slide Tackle," the Ideal Appearance

In the afternoon, Ronan and his group set sail on a medium-sized yacht.

The outer shell of this thing is made of metal and was created by a senior technician who is an artificial superhuman.

Its prototype was actually a speedboat popular during the last World War, designed for use by superhumans. It would quickly approach and launch a few rockets to attack the enemy's large warships, and then escape after the attack.

However, with the advancement of military technology, large warships are no longer what they used to be, and individual rocket launchers have become useless. Consequently, individual speedboats have been phased out of the armaments of major powers, converted from military to civilian use, and become toys for some extraordinary individuals.

On the yacht, the three members of the technical team told Ronan about the final enhancement of the three members of the combined team.

"This time, enhancing their strength is a very secondary matter. The key is to strengthen their connection after they combine," Falek said. "Our opponents will most likely have the means to destroy the soul connection and thus destroy the combination. Therefore, we must strive to ensure that their combined state is stable enough. Otherwise, it's not just that they won't be able to provide combat power, but if they can't be used as tools to break through space and time, then you will have no way out."

Canaan touched the railing. "Speaking of which, it was Noah who brought Sigrid to our senses, and those two who were causing trouble in Austeria gave us some inspiration."

"It's almost as if there's a mole in their ranks," Faith said. This judgment stemmed from her intuition honed over decades of experience as a secret agent.

"You plan to use ghost-like technology?" Ronan asked.

“Yes,” Farek replied, “but not to make them master the ability of ghosthood. Instead, we need to create implants so that they can quickly reconnect after being forcibly disconnected. To achieve this, their bodies and souls must be both a whole and independent entities, allowing them to achieve true fusion. It’s just a pity that they are artificial superhumans. If they weren’t artificial superhumans, they might have truly broken through the limits by mastering this power through some means.”

Grasping the railing with both hands and gazing at the horizon where the sea meets the sky, Canaan sighed, "There's one more thing I must say: Ronan, your opponent may have already broken through the limits and reached the eighth level."

Ronan frowned slightly. "So, I'm like a knife, facing a fluid that's been cut and then reassembled like a mushy paste?" "A beautiful analogy," Faith chuckled. "That's quite possible, but we don't know the specifics."

Ronan cast his fishing rod and asked, "Have you thought of any way to deal with this ability? It doesn't necessarily have to be restrained, as long as it can cause effective damage. He's not afraid of people with splitting and deforming abilities; he can just put a layer of armor on them, lock them up, and then stab them through with a sword. But according to Falek and the others' descriptions, the opponent's ability isn't splitting, but rather the separation and recombination of spirit and flesh. Theoretically, it can't be destroyed, so locking them in a space and stabbing them is completely pointless."

Falek brushed his hair, which was ruffled by the breeze, and said, "The best way to deal with something that cannot be destroyed is to seal it away."

"Can you seal him?" Ronan asked.

“It’s impossible.” Canaan immediately rejected the idea. “Sealing such a powerful being might take more than ten hours, but in reality, could we restrict his movements for more than a second?”

“There is a way to seal a very small part of him for a short time,” Faith said. “Give me a very small part of his body or soul, and I will remotely control the Buddha Zombie to inject it into the Buddha Zombie. This will achieve the desired effect. However, it will only be a short-term seal, because such a tiny part cannot be made into a real Buddha Zombie. It will gradually dissipate, and once it dissipates, it will be equivalent to re-establishing a connection with his original body and returning to his original self.”

She certainly couldn't appear directly on the battlefield, here...

She could only hide in the enclosed space created by Isabel, where anything below the seventh rank was a burden. She had to seize opportunities to operate remotely within the space, and she also needed an extra layer of security, arranging for Zhao Yingqi, who possessed a wide-range time-stop ability, to also hide within the space for easy retreat at any time.

Falek looked at Faith, "How did you manage to get a small portion for me? Cutting it won't work on the other side."

“We can do it.” Ronan’s eyes lit up. “If we can’t cut him, we can absorb him. The Reverse Soul Transfer Technique can absorb his soul. Of course, he can separate, but some of it will be absorbed anyway. Although he should actually be able to replenish it from the outside, as long as we seal his soul faster than he can replenish it, that will be enough.”

As long as the opponent goes from having no health bar to having a health bar, you can kill them. It's that simple.

It's very simple.

However, some maneuvers are essentially the same as a sliding tackle when a tiger comes at you.

All of this is predicated on Ronan being able to gain the upper hand in the game. If he is being pressured, he will not have the energy to make any additional moves.

Let alone performing the Reverse Soul Transfer Technique and getting Isabel, Faith, and Zhao Yingqi to cooperate, he might not even have time to manage it himself.

But can Ronan really suppress his opponent? That is the question.

"We'll only know once we try," Ronan said, not entirely confident, but also without a trace of worry. Suddenly, he exclaimed, "Whoa, a big fish has taken the bait!" The entire fishing rod was pulled violently.

Falek, Canaan, and Faith all smiled in unison. This was what made Ronan so captivating; he wasn't confident in everything, but his will never wavered.

On the other side, Ambrina was playing an acoustic guitar and humming a song, with Louise harmonizing along. Her voice was beautiful and unique. If Ambrina's melody depicted a leisurely little village, then Louise expanded the scene, bringing out the wheat fields, woods, and streams surrounding the village, forming a true pastoral picture.

A short while later, the song ended, and an impromptu performance began.

The style suddenly changed from French countryside to a free-spirited tone that blends elements of Belgium and the South.