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157: A nationwide awakening? Superpowered individuals everywhere?Inside an unknown space.

A luxurious palace floated in the Void Realm.

The floor was covered with a carpet woven from the fur of unknown gigantic beasts, and the surrounding pillars were not inlaid with gems, but with organs that were still faintly throbbing.

In the center of the main hall, a massive floor-length mirror suddenly rippled.

A foot stepped out from the mirror’s surface.

Jing straightened his slightly messy collar, the candlelight of the hall reflecting in his mask.

He walked to the foot of the high platform at the end of the hall and knelt on one knee.

”My Lord.”

Jing’s voice was calm.

”The mission is complete.”

Above the high platform, layer upon layer of light gauze hung down.

Behind the gauze, a huge soft couch was vaguely visible.

A figure lay lazily on its side upon it, fiddling with something in their hand, making a ”click, click” sound.

After a long while.

A voice, indistinguishable by gender or age, came from behind the curtain.

”Is that drunkard’s sword still so sharp?”

Jing lowered his head: ”Very sharp. If I hadn’t used the ’Mirror Realm’ to warp away, I probably would have lost an arm.”

”Heh.”

That person chuckled, unconcerned with the life or death of their subordinate.

”What about Tianshu?”

”He’s crippled.” Jing’s tone was flat. ”Severely wounded by that person named Lin Yuan, and then forced a Fusion with abyssal matter, resulting in a mental breakdown.”

”When I evacuated, I severed his Soul link with headquarters.”

”Mm.”

That person responded, their tone still lazy.

”If he’s dead, then he’s dead.”

”Just a ’defective product’ of B-rank. As long as the source material remains, the factory can churn out a new batch anytime.”

If Tianshu were still alive, hearing this sentence would probably make him so angry he’d die again on the spot.

Even a B-rank Expert was merely a ”consumable” on the assembly line in this person’s eyes.

”Even if the entire force is wiped out, it doesn’t matter.”

The figure behind the curtain turned over, a hint of pleasure entering their voice.

”What’s important is that the seeds have been sown.”

”Jiangcheng is only the beginning.”

”When the Mortals taste the sweetness of power, when the lie of order is exposed...”

”Let’s see what that person surnamed Zhou, and that decaying Dragon Shield Bureau, will use to stem this overwhelming flood.”

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Jing bowed slightly: ”As you wish.”

”The true Apocalypse has arrived.”

... In the real world, Jiangcheng.

Inside a speeding ambulance.

”Ow... easy, easy! Nurse, this is flesh, not a rubber mannequin!”

Lin Yuan grimaced as he lay on the stretcher bed, a young nurse frantically treating his wounds.

What were called wounds were actually more like ”fissures.”

The aftereffects of over-drafting the Primordial Thunder God Body had turned his skin into a piece of cracked porcelain barely glued back together, and the slightest movement caused agonizing pain.

Of course, what hurt more was his heart.

[Current power level: 3%]

Looking at that number, Lin Yuan felt like he was suffocating.

All the power he had painstakingly saved up was gone in an instant!

”Shut up.”

A weak voice came from the other bed nearby.

Su Wanqing leaned against the headboard, her left shoulder wrapped in thick bandages, her face pale.

”If you keep whining, I’ll freeze your mouth shut.”

Lin Yuan turned his head, grinned at the ice-cold beauty.

”Captain Su, that’s unfair of you.”

”We’re comrades who faced death together, and if I hadn’t appeared like a god descending just now, you’d probably be Tianshu the old monster’s midnight snack.”

”I don’t expect you to repay this life-saving grace by marrying me, but at least have a better attitude, right?”

Su Wanqing looked at his punchable face, and the ”thank you” she had intended to say got stuck in her throat.

Just then.

”Screech—”

The ambulance braked to a stop.

The rear door was yanked open.

Zhou Weiguo appeared in the doorway.

His eyes were deeply sunken; clearly, he hadn’t slept all night.

”Yo, Director Zhou.”

Lin Yuan tried to raise his hand to greet him, but the movement pulled at his wounds, making him gasp in pain.

”Did you come to comfort the wounded, or to give me my death benefits?”

Zhou Weiguo did not banter with Lin Yuan as he usually did.