The operating room was clearly not in the living room. After a brief search, Shang Jianyao and Genaava discovered the target location on the right side of the suite.

This was a modified room, with a shadowless lamp hanging above and a mobile surgical bed beneath it. Beside the bed were many instruments that looked technologically advanced.

At this moment, a skeleton with nothing covering it lay quietly on the bed, surrounded by several corpses and medical instruments that had not rusted.

Shang Jianyao, carrying the "Berserker" assault rifle and a bulging backpack, walked to the side of the surgical bed and carefully observed the remains suspected to be the "Child of the Ruling God."

"Can you tell what kind of surgery was performed?" After a while, he turned his head to ask Genaava.

Genaava, with a chameleon's head, moved his metal-cast neck left and right:

"It's difficult to make a judgment based solely on bones."

Having said that, he changed the subject:

"But a surgery cannot be performed without any preparation. They must first figure out where the lesion is."

What he meant was that the doctor in charge of the surgery should have relatively complete medical records.

Bang! Shang Jianyao slapped his chest, which was covered with the protection map of the Ruling Gods of the Heavens, with his metal-boned right palm, and suddenly realized:

"Quickly check the corpses around here!"

As he spoke, he looked at the skeleton on the operating table again:

"This is the 'Child of the Ruling God'?

"The remaining bones are no different from ordinary people."

Genaava, who had already done a round of testing, said:

"It's highly possible that the child left behind by the Ruling God's incarnation is a normal human."

Shang Jianyao skipped over this sentence and said to himself:

"Which Ruling God's child could it be?

"The 'Twisted Shadow,' the Ruling God of April?"

This was a deduction based on the influence he had suffered in the staircase.

"Eighty-two percent probability." Genaava gave a calculated result.

Shang Jianyao's thoughts jumped to another matter, and he said with great distress:

"A dignified Ruling God can't even cure his own child and allows him to risk undergoing surgery!"

"The Ruling Gods' interference in the Greylands is clearly subject to some restrictions." Genaava didn't try to understand Shang Jianyao's train of thought, but answered the question as a question and responded to the words as words.

The Shang Jianyaos finally controlled themselves, squatted down, and began to examine the corpse in a white coat beside the operating table.

Surgical knives, biological agents, and other items were scattered around the corpse, which was clean and tidy, without any information.

"Found it." Genaava said, squatting at a corpse slightly behind and to the side.

Shang Jianyao, relying on the military exoskeleton, directly made a one hundred and eighty degree turn.

"What is it?" He asked eagerly without pulling down his mask.

Genaava, while looking at the information, acted as a translator:

"The surgical goal is to solve the patient's heart problem, for which a cardiopulmonary bypass system was prepared."

——Koninmis did not suffer much damage during the destruction of the Old World. The instruments of various hospitals were well preserved, but as time went on, without various drugs and medical equipment production lines, it gradually entered a state of medical and pharmaceutical shortage.

"It seems that the surgery did have an accident, and a disaster was triggered before it even ended." Shang Jianyao stood up straight and looked at the remains of the "Child of the Ruling God" once again.

Genaava said:

"The pre-operative assessment also showed that there was a significant risk, but that Old Task Force still wanted to try. The patient agreed after fully understanding the situation.

"They probably didn't expect that the failure of the surgery would bring about a city-wide disaster."

"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao agreed.

He then raised his right palm:

"Namo Amituofo, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

Genaava continued to talk about the contents of the medical record:

"The pre-operative plan mentioned that the patient is a powerful Awakened. After anesthesia, he may unconsciously interfere with the electromagnetic information in the surrounding environment, requiring an Awakened at the 'Mind Corridor' level who is good at this to assist..."

"How powerful?" Shang Jianyao interrupted Genaava.

"He has explored the depths of the 'Mind Corridor' and can also interfere with matter to a considerable extent." Genaava replied.

He continued:

"The patient is eighty-one years old and very weak, which is the main source of risk."

"Eighty-one years old?" Shang Jianyao exclaimed in surprise, "He's just a child!"

Genaava knew that this was a literal understanding of the title "Child of the Ruling God" and explained seriously:

"The destruction of Koninmis occurred in the New Calendar year 37, and the chaotic era before the New Calendar lasted for about twenty years.

"Since the Koninmis Council of Sages claimed that the 'Child of the Ruling God' protected the city and its surrounding villages from the destruction of the Old World, it means that the other party had a strong sense of autonomy and the ability to act at that time.

"Combining the information of eighty-one years old to reverse the calculation, the 'Child of the Ruling God' was probably twenty-four years old at the time of the destruction of the Old World, which is in line with the previous speculation."

The duration of the chaotic era varies from force to force, only about twenty years-- if it weren't for the increasingly frequent exchanges among the major forces on the Greylands in recent years, the New Calendars would all have their own characteristics, and they would need to be converted to match.

Shang Jianyao sighed without hesitation:

"I thought he was as big as Xiao Chong.

"He's already seventy or eighty years old, and he's still using the title 'Child of the Ruling God' to show off his identity based on his father's prestige. Tsk, he's not doing so well."

At this moment, Genaava deeply understood an idiom:

Talking at cross purposes.

He didn't know what Shang Jianyao was lamenting.

Shang Jianyao quickly forgot what he had just said and began to examine the remaining corpses, but found no useful clues.

After glancing at the remains of the "Child of the Ruling God," who was not wearing clothes and had no belongings, he turned to the door and said:

"Let's search the other rooms."

"Do we need to report the findings just now to Da Bai as soon as possible?" The red light in Genaava's eyes flickered.

Shang Jianyao smiled and raised his head:

"Is it even necessary to ask?"

Without giving Genaava a chance to react, he used the communication system embedded in the military exoskeleton to give Jiang Baimian a simple report on the situation in the operating room.

Jiang Baimian thought for a while and said:

"There's a problem."

"What problem?" Shang Jianyao asked excitedly.

Hey, do you look like someone who just discovered their father's corpse? Jiang Baimian couldn't help but slander in her heart.

However, she also knew that Shang Jianyao had actually accepted the fact that his father was dead, just wanting to find out what his father did in the end and what he died of.

And now, Shang Jianyao's sadness undoubtedly still exists, and there must also be a sense of relief and letting go after completing his wish.

Besides, it is difficult to use the thinking and logic of a normal person to speculate on the state of a mentally ill person.

Jiang Baimian pondered for a few seconds and said:

"The 'Child of the Ruling God' is already eighty-one years old and has explored the depths of the 'Mind Corridor.' Why would he risk undergoing heart surgery instead of directly entering the 'New World'?

"His father is a Ruling God and can completely make a room with the 'New World' door appear directly in front of His child."

It is generally acknowledged that the Ruling Gods can adjust the order and position of rooms. Shang Jianyao has encountered it several times.

Shang Jianyao immediately laughed:

"It seems that the Ruling Gods also don't want their children to enter the 'New World.'"

Jiang Baimian was silent.

This was also the conclusion she had come to.

Of course, this is not the only possibility. Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and added:

"Perhaps there are some obstacles preventing the Ruling Gods from providing assistance to His children."

"How pitiful." Shang Jianyao suddenly empathized, even though he didn't have any children yet.

Time was tight, so Jiang Baimian didn't say much more. After giving a few instructions, she proactively ended the call.

Shang Jianyao and Genaava then left the "operating room" and entered the next room.

This was a large study, with rows of shelves filled with books, and some places even had ladders.

At a glance, Genaava saw books in the fields of music, painting, sculpture, and other arts, as well as medical and health books such as "How to Stay Healthy," "Take Care of Your Heart," and "Open Your Brain."

"The room owner's reading preferences are very diverse." Genaava made a preliminary judgment.

This dealt a relatively serious blow to the Old Task Force's idea of finding clues based on the book list.

Shang Jianyao, who had been pushing up his mask, smiled and said:

"After the destruction of the Old World, humans have too few ways to entertain themselves, so they can only read."

The next second, he refuted himself:

"Who says? As the ruler of Koninmis, the 'Child of the Ruling God's' happiness is beyond your imagination!"

"It's not like you can imagine it either..." The Shang Jianyaos argued incessantly.

This made Genaava suspect that he was getting sicker.

Just as he was about to step in to mediate, Shang Jianyao, wearing the military exoskeleton, walked to the desk by the window.

There were pen holders, books, and other items placed there. In the most conspicuous position was a photo frame.

Shang Jianyao reached out his right palm, picked up the photo frame, and turned its front side towards himself.

There were two men in the photo, one middle-aged and one less than twenty years old.