"Remember, you must listen to me in everything; do not act on your own!"
Fang Yuan instructed Apocalypse.
Apocalypse nodded hastily. "As you command!"
They were already on the streets of Cairo, though both were wrapped up tightly.
Apocalypse was covered because his large, blue, bald head was very conspicuous, while Fang Yuan was even more conspicuous than him.
With halos like Savior of the Awakened, Leader of the Awakened, and Father of Vought, people all over the streets would recognize Fang Yuan even in a place like Cairo.
And while Apocalypse's appearance was strange, in this era where the Awakened no longer needed to hide themselves, it wouldn't cause any panic among the people.
Someone might even approach him to become a star.
Of course, if that talent scout wasn't from Vought, Fang Yuan would definitely dock the salary of the person in charge of the local Vought branch.
"Because of your failure, we have wasted too much time. Ordinary people have already developed, so ruling the World through force is no longer viable."
Fang Yuan's opening words were a reprimand, making Apocalypse react almost reflexively.
Every time Fang Yuan opened his mouth, he would shrink his neck, ready to apologize.
"I am truly sorry for failing to let My Lord Creator successfully rule the World!" Apocalypse bowed, his attitude very sincere.
The current Apocalypse had suddenly developed a bit of a 'bowing craftsman' spirit, making Fang Yuan feel a little embarrassed.
However, Apocalypse had his own logic.
Even if his IQ had dropped, Apocalypse had not forgotten his identity.
He considered himself a god, and his goal was to rule the World.
What Fang Yuan said didn't differ from Apocalypse's memories. He didn't deny Apocalypse's status as a god; he just said he was the God King and didn't stop Apocalypse from ruling the World—he was just helping him rule it.
Since Fang Yuan's words aligned with Apocalypse's perception, Apocalypse naturally believed him.
Although with Apocalypse's current IQ, as long as Fang Yuan spoke with enough conviction, he would believe whatever he said.
This was also why Fang Yuan had not let Apocalypse contact the outside World on his own until now.
If this big fool went out alone, he could easily be tricked away.
"To rule the World now, we need to adopt a soft strategy, dividing them from within so they take the initiative to worship us!" Fang Yuan reminded him.
Apocalypse kept nodding, agreeing with everything.
However, communication was also an issue. Fang Yuan had Telepathy and the company panel, so he could communicate smoothly with anyone.
But Apocalypse couldn't do that with others.
So Fang Yuan threw Apocalypse a hard drive containing current common knowledge of the World.
"Learn it yourself," Fang Yuan said.
"Okay!"
Apocalypse nodded obediently, then placed his hand on the hard drive. After a few minutes, he replied submissively, "I have learned it!"
Fang Yuan nodded calmly as if it were expected. "That's good then."
But when he turned his head, Fang Yuan's eyes were filled with amazement.
Apocalypse was a man from thousands of years ago, yet he actually had the ability to read data from electronic devices. It was truly surprising.
However, Fang Yuan's current strength was much greater than when he fought Apocalypse. Although Satan's reward didn't bring him an increase in physical attributes, the Satan Template greatly enhanced Fang Yuan's vision.
He could see that when Apocalypse read the electronic device, he used several abilities simultaneously. These abilities blended together to be somewhat similar to the properties of divine power.
It seemed that not only do all martial arts lead to the same destination, but all energies in the World are also similar.
"Put this on!"
At this moment, Fang Yuan opened a space portal and took out a blue helmet to hand to Apocalypse. On the other side of the portal was Athena's machine factory; this helmet was freshly made.
"I won't always be around, but this helmet contains my consciousness. You only need to follow its instructions," Fang Yuan introduced.
"Okay!"
Apocalypse put the helmet on without a second thought.
Fang Yuan nodded, very satisfied.
The so-called 'Fang Yuan consciousness' inside the helmet was naturally Athena. She would automatically analyze the external situation, provide real-time translation for Apocalypse, and also translate Apocalypse's words to others.
With this extra step in the communication process, what Apocalypse heard and what the outside World heard him say would all require Fang Yuan's permission.
Furthermore, this helmet also had the function of blocking Telepathy, similar to Magneto's helmet.
In this way, Apocalypse could only listen to Fang Yuan's commands.
After all, he was a loyal dog exchanged for with an A-rank item; he couldn't be allowed to run off with someone else.
"What do you see in this country?" Fang Yuan asked, pointing at the crowd on the streets of Cairo.
"Ignorance, depravity, weakness!" Apocalypse replied immediately.
Because there was actually no one here who believed in him anymore—was that not ignorance?
People favored modern technology, which in Apocalypse's eyes was depravity.
And to be depraved and still be suppressed by others made them even more weak.
However, at that moment, a television in a nearby shop played a commercial from Vought Television. As soon as Fang Yuan's image appeared, it drew praise from the people nearby.
Apocalypse quickly changed his tune: "However, they are not yet beyond redemption!"
"Is this My Lord Creator's new plan? To infiltrate and rule humanity through their thoughts—it's incredible!"
Don't misunderstand; the drop in IQ hadn't turned Apocalypse into a sycophant, nor did he have that kind of calculating mind.
Apocalypse truly felt that Fang Yuan was amazing for being able to think of such a method.
He was already completely following Fang Yuan's line of thought.
This kind of heartfelt praise was even more attractive than flattery.
Especially since Apocalypse still had that blue bald head that had once traded blows with him.
So, in his great delight, Fang Yuan directly appointed Apocalypse as Grand General: "This was once the kingdom you ruled. From now on, I leave it to you!"
"I hope this time, you won't let me down!"
Apocalypse nodded decisively. "I certainly won't!"
Fang Yuan naturally knew he wouldn't, because with the helmet, everything Apocalypse said and did was under his control.
And this was also a gift Fang Yuan was giving to the Awakened.
After Augustus fell, most of the forces opposing the Awakened disappeared. Those remaining had to cooperate with Vought to save their lives. The Awakened had suddenly lost their enemies.
This wouldn't do. If the Awakened lived too well, who would remember Fang Yuan's kindness after a long time?
So he had to attract a little hatred for the Awakened—not too much, just a crazy ancient Awakened would be enough.
But now that Fang Yuan had appointed Apocalypse as the Grand General of Egypt, it was Apocalypse's turn to 'V' Fang Yuan 500.
He quickly switched to the Professor X Template, then extended a hand toward Apocalypse: "Devoting oneself to the Creator is a noble act. Now, I bestow this opportunity upon you."
Fang Yuan had studied it carefully: when making demands of subordinates—especially when getting benefits from someone you're fooling—you must be direct in your solicitation while also knowing how to frame it as an honor. This way, the subordinate not only pays up but also feels it's only right and gains a sense of glory.
For instance, the current Apocalypse immediately beamed with joy.
"Praise the Creator!"
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