The Omniscient

Chapter 25: The Illuminati

Huang Ji’s story was, without a doubt, entirely fabricated.

He had invented it to provide a plausible explanation for his knowledge. In reality, Huang Ji had never met the old man’s son. But attributing his understanding of the old man’s situation to someone who was already dead was undoubtedly the perfect cover.

As expected, upon hearing Huang Ji mention his son’s name and claim to be a friend, the old man’s expression dimmed instantly.

“Xiaofan’s death was because we overestimated ourselves. You didn’t join us, so there’s no need for you to feel sorry,” the old man said, his tone despondent. His gaze, however, revealed a deep-seated hatred and despair.

“What are you talking about?” Lin Li asked, utterly confused.

The old man glanced at him but said nothing.

Huang Ji took over, explaining, “There’s a powerful extraterrestrial civilization hidden within the moon. They monitor, and perhaps even raise, Earth’s civilization. Although they haven’t outright conquered humanity, their intentions are far from benign.”

“They’ve installed a group of traitorous ‘human collaborators’ as their agents on Earth. These collaborators prevent humanity from uniting and suppress aerospace advancements. They even facilitate the trafficking of humans off-world.”

Seeing Huang Ji reveal this directly, the old man added, “These lackeys recruit only the world’s top elites. Their members include the wealthiest magnates and an extensive network of organizations spanning banks, think tanks, multinational corporations, research institutes, and foundations. They secretly control over a hundred capitalist countries. They call themselves the Illuminati, and their symbol is the ‘All-Seeing Eye.’”

Huang Ji continued, “The Illuminati has infiltrated many nations’ classified institutions, keeping the existence of extraterrestrials hidden from the public to operate more freely.

“But the truth can’t remain concealed forever. Amid the countless UFO enthusiasts who believe aliens are already here, a group of elites formed an opposing organization known as the Messiah. Their goal is to disrupt the Illuminati’s operations, gather undeniable evidence of extraterrestrial involvement, and publicly reveal all the Illuminati’s alien-related files, inspiring global unity and resistance.”

“The Messiah has been destroyed and rebuilt multiple times throughout history. It has faced internal betrayals and relentless purges by the Illuminati.”

“In terms of power, wealth, capability, and organizational efficiency, the Messiah is utterly outclassed by the Illuminati. Since its founding in 1948, it hasn’t managed to shake the Illuminati’s foundations, let alone confront the extraterrestrial forces behind them.”

“Today’s Messiah is the third iteration, but its strength is far weaker than the previous generations. It’s essentially a group of enthusiasts. Last year, they attempted to infiltrate the Lockheed Martin Armed Research Facility in New Mexico to steal advanced technological data.”

“Xiaofan… he died during that operation, didn’t he?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The old man sat down on the sofa, covering his face to hide his reddened eyes.

That foolish operation had been a desperate gamble, costing nearly half the Messiah’s manpower. Those who survived either went into deep hiding or had their identities as Messiah members exposed, forcing them to flee across the globe.

The old man, one of the survivors, had escaped to Shanghai. As a Chinese national, he had sought refuge in China, one of the countries least influenced by the Illuminati. He had lived in the city’s western suburbs under a false identity, mingling with petty criminals and conning enough money to survive.

“My god! Is this for real? Wait a second, are you serious about aliens? Or are you just pulling my leg?” Lin Li exclaimed, overwhelmed by the revelations. Aliens living on the moon, collaborating with traitorous humans—it all sounded ridiculous.

Huang Ji replied calmly, “I’m not joking. The Illuminati wields technological power far beyond any nation’s. Every few years, they traffic humans to extraterrestrials in exchange for technology.”

“What? Trafficking humans? What would aliens even want humans for?” Lin Li asked, aghast.

The old man, his eyes red with anger, sneered bitterly. “What else? To enslave us, of course!”

Huang Ji remained noncommittal.

The Messiah members believed humans were taken to serve as slaves, but this assumption seemed naive to Huang Ji. Though he had never encountered aliens and couldn’t be certain of their motives, the fact that the watchers described Earth’s people as “delicious” suggested a far darker purpose. The trafficked humans might not even qualify as test subjects or experimental material—they were likely just food. 𝘙ÅN𝙤𝔟Èꞩ

As the conversation turned grim, the old man muttered to himself, “Maybe Xiaofan is still alive… maybe he’s just being held, waiting to be sent to the aliens. If that’s the case… maybe I can still save him.”

"He's already dead," Huang Ji said. "The New Mexico police publicly released information about his death, and the media reported the casualties from the so-called 'terrorist attack' on the research facility. Xiaofan was among them."

This information came from Huang Ji's reading of the old man’s memories—he knew the old man was fully aware of his son's death.

But the old man didn’t want to believe it. “That’s all a cover-up. In reality, they were all handed over to the Illuminati as part of their human trafficking operations,” he said stubbornly.

Huang Ji didn’t argue, even though he could tell from the old man’s information that Xiaofan was definitively dead.

Instead, he asked, “What did you all manage to gain from risking your lives? Don’t tell me it was all for nothing.”

The old man shook his head. “We got nothing. So many people died, and we came away empty-handed.”

Huang Ji knew the old man wasn’t being entirely truthful.

While it was true that many people could know about these secrets and Xiaofan, they could include allies or enemies. The Illuminati had access to this knowledge as well.

The old man was being cautious, keeping hidden the fact that Xiaofan had passed him an "alien artifact" during their retreat.

Huang Ji smiled and turned to Lin Li. “You’re a university student. You didn’t fall for the old man’s lies so easily, did you?”

Initially, Huang Ji had thought Lin Li was just a typical student. But upon learning about how Lin Li had been swindled, he noticed something unusual.

Lin Li wasn’t the type to be tricked by standard con artist techniques. Upon closer examination, Huang Ji discovered the real reason Lin Li trusted the old man so deeply: he had witnessed the so-called "Dancing Golden Pill."

According to Lin Li’s memory, the old man had held an ancient-looking wooden staff in one hand and levitated a small, golden, pill-shaped object with it.

The "golden pill" didn’t stick directly to the staff but hovered about ten centimeters above or below it. Gravity seemed unable to pull it away.

The old man manipulated the staff with skill, making the golden pill float around it, moving gracefully in circles. He called it Qi Control of the Pill.

From Lin Li’s memory alone, Huang Ji couldn’t deduce the truth behind the phenomenon. He would need to see the object in person to directly extract its information.

Still, Huang Ji was certain it wasn’t Qi Control but the result of electromagnetic forces.

The way the golden pill floated resembled the Meissner effect in superconducting magnetic levitation. If the wooden staff concealed magnets, it could explain the levitation and the consistent distance between the pill and the staff.

This property, known as magnetic flux pinning, allows a superconductor to stably levitate above or below a permanent magnet track.

But there was a problem: superconductors require extremely low temperatures to function. Room-temperature superconductors don’t exist—at least not with human technology.

Lin Li had also considered that possibility but dismissed it after touching the pill himself. It wasn’t cold at all. In fact, it felt warm to the touch.

Fascinated by strange phenomena, Lin Li had immediately pledged himself as the old man’s apprentice.

Huang Ji, after meeting Lin Li and hearing about his experience, felt there was more to the story. He decided to accompany Lin Li to the next meeting and discreetly observed the old man at work.

From that encounter, Huang Ji confirmed that the phenomenon was neither magic nor a trick. The golden pill contained a true room-temperature superconductor, an alien creation far beyond current human technology.

Through this artifact, Huang Ji pieced together the connections between the Illuminati and the Messiah.

“Oh yeah, old man, how did you perform that golden pill trick last time?” Lin Li asked suddenly, recounting the details of the demonstration to Huang Ji.

The old man deflected, saying, “It’s just a magic trick.”

Huang Ji chuckled and said, “I only knew Xiaofan. He trusted me and told me everything he knew before he left. He also told me that you were the most important person in his life. His biggest dream was to pilot a spaceship built by humanity and take you with him to explore the stars.”

“I didn’t expect to meet you here, only to see you scamming people in a restaurant.”

Old Wang, known for his thick skin, couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed at this moment.

The Messiah organization, meant to be a "savior" of humanity, now had one of its members reduced to scamming people on the streets to make a living...

He looked up at Huang Ji and realized that everything he said was true.

Xiaofan’s dream… only he and I ever talked about it. For this man to repeat it word-for-word means he can’t be with the Illuminati. He must genuinely be a friend Xiaofan made back in China.

Xiaofan did return to China before last year’s operation—he must have met this man then.

This young man, despite his age, is quite capable. He’s skilled in martial arts, observant, cautious, and resourceful. If Xiaofan wanted to recruit him and confided in him, it makes sense.

After considering this, Old Wang said, “Xiaofan was a proud person. He rarely respected others. If he saw you as a friend, you must possess abilities beyond the ordinary!”

Huang Ji chuckled. “Oh, really? Proud, you say? All he ever did was crack dirty jokes. I hadn’t known him long before he started telling me about the time you taught him to play with mud as a kid. I didn’t see any pride there.”

Old Wang’s face twitched, and he quickly responded, “That kid spouts nonsense! I never taught him that!”

With that, Old Wang completely let down his guard. He was convinced that Huang Ji was truly a friend of his late son.

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