The speaker's words drew everyone's attention.
Yet when the audience tried to focus on his face, they found it impossible—no matter how hard they strained.
His features were obscured as if veiled by a hazy film.
Only glimpses emerged: an exaggerated nose and a grin stretching like the Cheshire Cat's.
Even more unsettling—
He had three eyes (green, blue, and light brown), their pupils seemingly absorbing all light that touched them.
Without pause, he continued:
"The briefing you received earlier was accurate: The containment procedures require the ritual castration of a male and the sacrifice of an infant. Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do to change this."
Silence.
Then murmurs of shock rippled through the assembly.
Only the representatives from the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition remained still as statues.
Dr. Clef offered no further explanation.
His gaze locked onto the two organizations' delegates.
Seeing no objections, he pressed on:
"Rituals like these operate by repeating arbitrary standards—not by adhering to fundamental scientific laws. Belief in these standards grants them power; we imbue our own creations with meaning."
A deliberate pause.
"But we can't just improvise. The rituals must resonate with the subject—appropriateness is key. Hence… these requirements."
He scanned the room, each word measured:
"Some gods can only be appeased with blood."
Some gods can only be appeased with blood.
The murmurs died instantly.
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"Some gods can only be appeased with blood…"
Jackie repeated the phrase, his expression twisting with unease.
Finally, he understood—
Why the containment measures involved such grotesque, elaborate rituals.
Even human sacrifice.
Because—
"Some gods can only be appeased with blood."
This was a ritual to placate a deity.
The Foundation had known from the start:
Humanity could never destroy the Deer.
Dr. Clef remained indifferent to the room's tension.
Facing representatives from global superpowers, UN task forces, and military elites—
He showed no hesitation. Only steel.
"I'm aware your organizations disagree with the terminology, but the fact remains. The Deer is a god—and not one of our planet's gentler ones."
"So we trick it. Through ritual, we make it believe we're stronger. That's how we seal it away."
—
The multiverse's audience gasped.
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Trick…
A god?
Luo Ji's eyes widened at the screen.
He'd assumed the rituals were meant to appease the deity.
Not deceive it.
The sheer audacity left him stunned.
One thought consumed him:
Could such a ritual truly fool a Supreme Entity?
Reactions across the multiverse were polarized.
On-screen,
The controversial measures finally provoked dissent.
The U.S. National Guard representative stood:
"Are the fifth and sixth rituals truly necessary?"
A security minister echoed:
"Such sacrificial acts are… fundamentally inhumane!"
Dr. Clef didn't flinch.
"Some gods can only be appeased with blood."
His voice was calm, final.
"Once established, these rituals cannot be altered or replaced. To change them, we'd need to breach containment and start anew—and we're out of time for debates."
The two representatives exchanged glances, then sighed.
Had the Deer's arrival not been imminent on their soil, they'd never have joined this madness.
But Clef was right.
They had no time to devise an alternative.
With no further objections, Clef resumed:
"Even with the rituals, if the Deer chooses to leave, we can't stop it. The entire facility would dissolve into hydrogen. So let's be grateful—it doesn't think."
Doesn't think?
The audience wondered if they'd misheard.
A Supreme Entity—
A being above gods—
Lacked cognition?
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"No cognition?"
Luo Ji reeled.
But the revelation clarified everything—
Why the Foundation's plan was so absurdly abstract.
Because the Deer, devoid of thought, responded only to this.
On-screen,
Dr. Clef's voice grew almost conversational:
"This is an Old God. It doesn't 'decide.' Decisions are for fickle, lesser beings. A being of such power simply exists."
His tone dripped with eerie confidence.
Almost dismissive.
"Its 'choices' are as inherent as gravity."
"With this ritual, we've trapped it in a behavioral loop: It resists us, we resist it—locked in an eternal dance, so long as the rituals hold."
No one interrupted now.
The room had grasped two truths:
The stakes were apocalyptic.
Clef's plan might actually work.