Baby.
Such an intimate term of endearment was rarely spoken by Zong Lin in his daily life.
After all, he was not someone who was particularly skilled at expressing himself.
Only in the most intimate moments, when he restrained himself to the utmost to avoid harming Shen Jie, would he call out urgently, “Baby,” time and time again.
In Shen Jie’s understanding, this term was often used by humans to refer to babies.
Babies are fragile, soft, and vulnerable.
They need to be well protected and carefully cared for.
He didn’t think he had much resemblance to a baby, but inevitably found Zong Lin’s way of calling him cute.
He couldn’t help but want to lift his head and kiss the other’s sweaty eyelashes.
However, the situation now was different from before.
He carefully observed Zong Lin’s condition on the experimental chair and found that after calling out “Baby” upon seeing him, Zong Lin didn’t speak anymore. Instead, his throat continuously emitted incomprehensible roars and growls.
Seemingly discontent with the restraint of the chair, his body occasionally struggled against the restraints, causing the sound of electricity on the binding rings.
Sweat-soaked white hair stuck to his forehead, and his blood-red pupils were as ferocious as a wild beast’s, staring at people as if they were prey to be torn apart and devoured.
Loss of rationality: 90%.
Shen Jie took notes in the notebook beside him with a pen.
On top of the experimental chair where Zong Lin sat, there was a square display screen, showing real-time monitoring of various physiological data.
This included heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen level, and so on.
And most importantly, the infection value.
At this moment, the number on the infection value stayed at a bright red 98.5.
This was a very dangerous number.
Even Shen Jie, who was experienced with Zong Lin’s condition over the seven years they had been together, felt that this number was a bit too high.
Throughout their seven years together, Zong Lin’s infection value had always remained relatively stable, occasionally fluctuating after high-intensity use of abilities, but usually not exceeding 96.
This increase to 98.5 is probably related to his sudden danger, Shen Jie thought, tapping the pen lightly on the paper.
He believed that Zong Lin’s condition could not be delayed any longer.
He needed to wear the suppressor immediately.
As for the coordination method… let’s go with the fastest option, Plan A.
Among the researchers coordinating the handling of out-of-control ability users who need to be forcibly fitted with suppressors, those with abilities in the “Soul” category have always been the most challenging individuals to deal with.
Because soul attacks were unpredictable.
Some “Soul” ability users could tear a rift in one’s soul with just a glance, while others could cause soul shockwaves just by getting close. Some ability users, when out of control, may even accidentally consume someone else’s soul.
That’s also why Researcher Xiao Zhou hesitated to come in just now.
Shen Jie wasn’t afraid of these.
Holding the tray containing the suppressor, he strode toward Zong Lin with his long legs.
The surveillance cameras on the ceiling emitted red light, recording the scene inside the laboratory in real-time.
In the adjacent control room, the old professor and his students were gathered around the monitor, observing intently.
“Come on, everyone, learn from this. See how little Shen handles special situations,” the old professor instructed solemnly.
“When facing an out-of-control ability user, our first reaction must not be panic. It’s like when ordinary people encounter large predators. Do you know how to protect yourselves? Running away with your back turned is the most foolish approach. You need to put yourself on equal footing with the other party first before you can effectively communicate, deter, and negotiate, thereby gaining opportunities and time for yourself.”
“Secondly, maintain a calm expression. Regardless of their appearance, always remember that ability users are still ‘human.’ Avoid scrutinizing them with a gaze of observing an anomaly. Like the expression on Little Shen’s face now, it’s calm and composed yet inclusive and encouraging. This approach maximizes the ability for ability users to feel professional and safe, making it easier for them to accept his approach.”
“This year’s satisfaction survey for ability users, Little Shen scored the highest, with a satisfaction rate of 99% for the ability users he interacts with. You can learn a lot from him.”
A student whispered, “I think facial satisfaction rate plays a significant role too.”
The old professor gave him a stern look, “What’s your satisfaction rate?”
The student awkwardly responded, “…31%.”
“You, you, you, and you,” the old professor randomly called out a few more students.
One by one, the students answered, their voices getting smaller.
None of them had a satisfaction rate exceeding 60%.
“So, is this a facial issue? Huh? This is a matter of professionalism and attitude!”
The old professor blew his nose and glared.
“None of you six or seven are qualified. You’re truly the worst batch of students I’ve ever had!”
The students hung their heads in shame after being scolded, but when the old professor turned back and saw the scene on the monitor, his angry face softened into a kindly expression.
“Alright, now let’s continue to watch how Little Shen handles special situations.”
“This enhanced version of the suppressor is divided into five large pieces and four small pieces. The large ones include two arm rings, two leg rings, and one neck ring, while the small ones consist of two rings and two earrings.”
“Wearing the small pieces is relatively simple. Pay attention to the position of the electromagnetic pins on the rings and the piercing positions of the earrings. Oh, confident Little Shen chose to dive right in—”
“Beautiful! Very precise operation, no deviation in position whatsoever. But for those of you inexperienced, don’t imitate him. Measure with a ruler first before you proceed. Although ability users have strong recovery abilities, think about when you go to the hospital for an injection and the nurse misses the vein several times before getting it right, would you be angry?”
Shen Jie was putting on the second earring for Zong Lin.
As a C-level researcher, he usually didn’t participate in the core research of suppressors, but the appearance of suppressors for all the ability users he interfaced with was designed by him.
Zong Lin was no exception.
Unlike other demanding ability users, Zong Lin didn’t have any specific requirements for the appearance of the suppressor.
The only requirement was to let him design it according to his own preferences.
Zong Lin usually dresses in a gloomy style, with either a black trench coat or a black combat suit in his wardrobe, making it look all dark at first glance.
Adding some extra color to his body could be considered one of his few pleasures in life.
The earring was diamond-shaped, with a blood-red pigeon blood ruby set on the front, which he deliberately selected, very similar in color to Zong Lin’s eyes.
When picking it out, he thought that when Zong Lin put on the earring, the way it would shine against his eyeballs would look very nice.
As he put it on, Shen Jie leaned forward, using a hand with rubber gloves to pinch Zong Lin’s earlobe.
This time, the earring was placed on the right side of his mutated face.
There were many protruding bone spurs around the earlobe, like slender vines winding around and wrapping the original contour, extending backward into a sharp shape.
In fact, it was not difficult to see, overall, it even had a kind of eerie and magnificent beauty.
Like a boss model in some dark soul games.
Pale, ashen, powerful life sprung from bones.
Shen Jie picked up a specially made small knife from the side and gently pushed aside the bone spurs, revealing the tender flesh underneath.
Perhaps feeling the pain, Zong Lin’s low growl in his throat grew louder, and he turned his head, attempting to bite.
He happened to bite onto a exposed portion of Shen Jie’s wrist.
It was the part connecting the rubber glove to the sleeve, unobstructed, looking pale and sweet.
Shen Jie kept his expression calm, allowing him to bite, and with a firm grip, deftly inserted the earring into Zong Lin’s earlobe.
Perhaps due to the pain, the canine teeth biting into the skin exerted a bit more force.
Perhaps it pierced a bit of skin, blood oozing out, then quickly licked away meticulously.
Shen Jie pulled his arm, but couldn’t free it.
The wound on the back of his neck still throbbed, his arm bitten again, old wounds reopened with new ones added.
Though it was a small wound, Shen Jie felt they couldn’t continue like this.
Though he didn’t mind much, Zong Lin would mind once he woke up.
Then he would silently retreat for a few days, afraid to touch him.
So he said, “Let go.”
However, his irrational lover seemed to have completely lost the ability to understand language, lifting his blood-red eyes, fierce and ferocious, biting his arm like a vicious dog refusing to let go of a bone.
Shen Jie calmly thought, “If only this guy could bite as fiercely in bed.”
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Unfortunately, when Zong Lin had his senses, he restrained himself to the point of not even biting his lips.
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The surrounding students listened earnestly to his analysis, and one student timidly raised his hand and asked, “What if he really bites off his hand?”
“The institute provides comprehensive employee health insurance and accident insurance,” replied a seasoned researcher next to him with a hint of weariness. “We can retire early when the time comes.”
In the laboratory, both rings and both earrings were already in place.
There were still five major pieces of the suppressor left.
Although they all appeared to be ring-shaped structures, they needed to be carefully fastened because the inner side of each ring contained numerous electromagnetic needles and signal sensors, requiring cautious positioning during each connection.
The principle of the suppressor’s operation involved using electromagnetic needles to create a special magnetic field in the body’s bloodstream, neutralizing the infection signals generated by the abilities themselves, thereby reducing the effects of mutation.
Generally, low-level ability users only need to wear one suppressor to meet their daily needs, while high-level ability users require multiple suppressors to work together to create a strong enough magnetic field to counteract their abilities.
Moreover, this relief was only temporary; once they use their abilities at high intensity, the suppressors would be irreversibly damaged, requiring them to return and wear new suppressors.
It could be said to be quite troublesome.
But there was no other way.
In order to extend their survival time as much as possible, ability users had to repeatedly adjust and wear suppressors.
Shen Jie picked up the armlet suppressor that needed to be fixed on his right arm.
The right arm was where Zong Lin’s mutation was most severe.
To reach the point where he could wear the suppressor, many treatments were needed first.
He looked at the report sent by the team doctor regarding Zong Lin.
“On October 16, 2077, at 6:02 PM, the sixth dose of suppressant was injected.”
Six doses of suppressant was the current limit that the laboratory had determined an ability user could tolerate each day. Any more than that may cause the ability level to collapse, leading directly to degradation.
This meant that the manifestations of Zong Lin’s arm mutation could no longer be suppressed by suppressants.
So, only one option remains.
Forceful intervention.
Through debridement and surgical procedures, creating space that could accommodate the suppressor, and forcibly putting it on.
Just like when he put on the right ear stud for Zong Lin earlier. However, this time, the area that needed to be cleaned was much larger, and the bones of the arm were the hardest. Coupled with the rapid recovery speed of the ability user, it was almost impossible for an ordinary coordinator to complete the task.
Shen Jie contemplated the location for the incision.
When he was thinking, his hands subconsciously moved a few times, and the laboratory’s specialized cutting knife in his hand traced out a slightly off trajectory.
The knife was made of special material, capable of cutting through the toughest shells of aliens.
This material was extremely expensive, manufactured by the Research Institute’s District One, and distributed to the entire District Seven suppressor research area, with only Lab 1 equipped with one.
Half a minute later, Shen Jie had a plan in mind. However, his wrist was still being bitten by Zong Lin, making his movements very inconvenient.
Shen Jie thought for a moment, lowered his head, and said to Zong Lin,
“If it hurts later, bite here.”
“Don’t bite your hand. It’ll affect your movement, and it’ll hurt you later.”
He leaned in, like a lamb willingly offering its neck for slaughter, pointing to his own neck.
Zong Lin hesitated for a moment.
A fair and soft arm. A fragrant and tender neck.
It seemed like the latter was more appealing.
He released Shen Jie’s arm, enticed, and leaned in, sniffing delicately, then tentatively licked Shen Jie’s neck.
It was like a beast confirming that its prey had completely belonged to it.
At this moment, Shen Jie made a bold move—he leaned to the side and sat directly on Zong Lin’s lap.
Locked in the experimental chair, Zong Lin instantly wanted to rebel, but his body barely bounced up before being suppressed by the soft human figure on top of him.
Shen Jie is 1.84m tall and weighed 60kg according to his last medical examination, making him relatively lightweight for his height.
On one hand, he was indeed thin, and on the other hand, his skeletal frame was relatively light. For a superpower user, this weight was like a feather, easily liftable. But despite this slight weight, it felt like a mountain pressing down on Zong Lin at that moment.
Zong Lin let out a heavy breath, his muscles tense. His pupils grew redder, staring at Shen Jie’s fair neck, his thoughts inscrutable.
Even the roaring growls from his throat ceased.
Shen Jie was quite satisfied with his silence.
While dealing with the mutated arm, he hoped Zong Lin wouldn’t move too much.
Otherwise, even with his steady hand, he might inadvertently cut into some additional muscle tissue.
Although superpower users’ recovery speed was fast, Zong Lin was his man, and of course, he wanted to minimize his pain as much as possible.
With comforting fingertips, he rubbed the bone armor on Zong Lin’s arm, then lowered his head and carefully wielded the cutting knife, working diligently.
Very focused.
In the monitoring room, the students watched the progress nervously.
“Professor Shen is so brave,” one student couldn’t help but say, “He has sacrificed too much for his work.”
Daring to work while sitting on a rampaging superpower user was akin to pulling hairs while sitting on a tiger’s belly.
The student who previously mentioned Professor Shen’s satisfaction rate relying mostly on his appearance also shamefully lowered his head, “I couldn’t understand why Professor Shen’s satisfaction rate was so high before, but now I finally understand.”
Another student, somewhat shy and blushing, said, “If I were a superpower user, I would actually want Professor Shen to help me with the restraint. He seems very responsible and gentle.”
A nearby student remarked, “Wake up, Professor Shen’s quota for interactions with superpower users has long been full. Even if we became superpower users, we wouldn’t receive his assistance for at least three years.”
“So, Professor Xu, what do you call this operation?” a student asked the professor.
A student answered eagerly, “Using oneself as bait for a tiger?”
Professor Xu replied, “No.” He looked at the scene on the monitor with a solemn expression. “…This time, it’s indeed a beauty trap.”
In fact, all the researchers in the coordination team were taught how to utilize their appearance advantageously when interacting with superpower individuals.
Even during the initial selection of coordinators from university interns, there was a clear preference for certain facial features.
When Professor Xu was younger, he was also quite the handsome and elegant gentleman.
The coordination officers were specifically dedicated to serving superpower individuals.
In the current society where resources were heavily skewed towards superpower individuals, they themselves actually did not have the right to choose superpower individuals.
Most of the time, it was the superpower individuals who chose them.
Each coordinator’s profile was labeled and accompanied by a detailed self-introduction, appearing on the official website of the Research Institute Service Center, allowing superpower individuals to make appointments and select them.
Some superpower individuals’ appointment requests might even specify the coordinator’s specific hair color, attire on the day of service, as well as their tone of speech and personality.
To improve satisfaction rates, coordinators generally tried their best to meet these requirements.
However, in Shen Jie’s records of coordinating with the vast majority of superpower users, he rarely encounters these additional requests.
After all, as indicated in Shen Jie’s self-introduction: Perfectionist, focused on design, efficient coordination.
He did not accept any unnecessary requests from superpower users beyond coordination.
In theory, this might seem somewhat rushed.
But he had the capital to do so. After all, the superpower individuals who queued for appointments with him were already scheduled for three years later.
Regarding Shen Jie’s one percent dissatisfaction rate, Professor Xu had also reviewed it.
Among them, dissatisfaction due to unfulfilled desires, failed courtship, and frivolous behavior leading to embarrassment and anger made up the majority.
Meanwhile, common complaints such as errors in the suppressor coordination process, dissatisfaction with suppressor design, and slow efficiency were basically non-existent.
It was precisely because of this that Professor Xu, as he watched the scene on the monitor at this moment, deeply realized the extent of Shen Jie’s sacrifice to appease Zong Lin.
“In special circumstances, there are special actions, which are understandable. Don’t imitate them,” he said.
After some thought, he added, “You can’t do it anyway.”
The students: “…”
Shen Jie was performing delicate cutting on Zong Lin’s arm.
The parts that could be cleaned in advance had been cleared, but the bone armor covering the biceps brachii was particularly large, and this area was a necessary passage for the suppressor, so the entire bone armor had to be removed.
He cut open a few anchor points at the edge of the bone armor, slowly pressing the cutting knife in.
Zong Lin was trembling.
There was no prior anesthesia for the suppressor experiment.
After all, modern science had not yet developed an anesthetic that could relieve superpower individuals of pain.
In addition, in order to observe the coordination of the superpowers, they had to maintain a state of responsiveness at all times.
Shen Jie was ready to be bitten by him.
Even his head intentionally tilted slightly, and the hair tied behind his back slid to the other side, revealing his fair and slender neck.
“…Baby.”
In the silence, Zong Lin suddenly spoke.
His voice was trembling.
He was shaking a bit.
Perhaps it was because the four newly worn suppressors had taken effect. Or maybe it was because of the intense pain, which allowed Zong Lin to regain a bit of his ability to express himself.
But not too much.
He carefully moved to the back of Shen Jie’s neck and licked the place where he had been bitten with trembling lips, and asked him, “Baby, does it hurt?”
Clearly, Zong Lin should be the one to say “it hurts” at this point.
Shen Jie curved his lips, suddenly wanting to kiss him.
Unfortunately, there were monitors in the room.
So he could only steel himself and push the knife all the way in.
The warm, human blood flowed into his palm. On his wrist.
A strong smell of rust wafted out.
On his white research suit, several blood-red flowers blossomed with a tapping sound.
Zong Lin grunted and bowed his head on Shen Jie’s shoulder.
Shen Jie quickly picked the bone armor, and large pieces of bone were picked out from the flesh.
The body of the superpower individual twisted as it rapidly healed, and new bone spurs were about to grow back from inside.
With the superpower individual’s rapid healing ability, the wearing process must be completed in a very short time; otherwise, the pain endured just now would be in vain.
The AR calculation template unfolded.
Estimated closure time, 13s.
Shen Jie quickly picked up the arm ring from the tray next to him, glanced at the one hundred and twenty sensor nodes and thirty-six electromagnetic needles on the inner side, and accurately aligned with the position of the artery in the moving and blurring field of blood and bone spurs, then directly fastened it.
– Successful connection.
Shen Jie’s palm pressed on the arm ring, making the final adjustments to its position.
The swirling bone spurs wrapped around his fingertips on the arm ring.
The bone spurs, not yet fully grown, were soft, like the tentacles of a small octopus.
Shen Jie stabilized the position of the suppressor, gently parted the tentacles, and then withdrew his hand.
A gunmetal gray arm ring was already worn on Zong Lin’s arm, gradually engulfed by the white bone flowers.
Special materials ensured that it remained operational in a sealed environment without being infected by superpowers.
Then it was the other arm.
The other arm hadn’t undergone significant mutation, so the wearing process was much easier.
Then it was the thighs on both sides – this was a new addition.
The set of suppressors Zong Lin used before only had three large pieces and two small pieces, and the suppression effect was already insufficient.
This time, when he went out on a mission, Zong Lin’s superpower hadn’t even reached 60% of its capacity, and a set of suppressors was completely scrapped.
After the data was transmitted back, the entire suppressor research area started working overtime to make new ones for him.
So, this upgraded version added two leg rings, one earring, and one ring.
Zong Lin didn’t know he had to wear suppressors on his legs, so when he was still conscious, he just took off his shirt.
The pants were still intact.
The black combat pants were fastened with a brown belt, making the man’s waist appear narrow and his legs long.
Shen Jie reached out and touched his belt.
Although his expression and demeanor were very professional, showing no intention of revealing any intimate relationship between them, Zong Lin suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
The reaction was evident in his tense legs, contracted abdominal muscles, and pupils abruptly narrowing into a sharp, animalistic state.
Shen Je’s hand paused.
He said, “It’s okay. It’ll be over soon.”
Perhaps because the two were too close at the moment, causing the surveillance angle to be unclear, a monitor on the ceiling adjusted its position, protruding a head and emitting a faint sound.
Already restless, Zong Lin heard the sound, and his crimson eyes suddenly glanced toward the monitor with a fierce gaze.
With a bang, the monitor exploded.
The screens in the control room immediately turned into chaotic static, leaving the students bewildered.
“Why did it suddenly explode?” someone exclaimed.
“It’s Zong Lin! His powers are out of control!”
“What should we do? Should we go in and help?”
The students looked anxiously at Professor Xu for guidance.
After watching Shen Jie’s operation, many of them had become fans of Shen Jie.
Leaving aside other matters, just the recent 10-second rapid wearing of the suppression device without any field assistance was sufficient to be circulated within the coordination group as a textbook-level operation.
Professor Xu was experienced with such emergencies and immediately opened the communication device on his desk, speaking urgently, “Xiao Shen, Xiao Shen, how’s the situation over there? Do you need assistance or rescue?”
Accompanied by the crackling sound of electricity, Shen Jie’s calm and steady voice came through, reassuringly trustworthy, “It’s fine. It’s just a stress response from the superpower individual. I can handle it.”
Professor Xu asked, “Working without surveillance is dangerous. Are you sure you want to continue wearing it?”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Give me half an hour.”
…
…
Inside the laboratory.
Shen Jie turned off the communicator, then turned back and did something he had been wanting to do since earlier—he leaned in and kissed Zong Lin’s eyes.
One kiss on the left, where his eye was normal, and another on the right, where it had mutated.
“Good boy. Once you put on the suppressors, we’ll go home for dinner.”
The ferocity in Zong Lin’s eyes gradually subsided.
He looked at Shen Jie, lips pursed, his expression still tense but his body relaxing slightly.
Shen Jie estimated his level of consciousness had recovered about 30%, noting the number mentally as he continued his actions.
Zong Lin’s right leg also needs cleaning.
Shen Jie quickly handled it, put on the suppressor, then switched to the left leg and did the same.
The final suppressor was a gunmetal gray collar.
The neck was the most vulnerable part of the human body. Once the collar was on, everything will be accomplished.
Zong Lin’s condition was still manageable at the moment, with some consciousness restored. He didn’t resist much when Shen Jie lightly touched his neck.
But just then, Shen Jie suddenly felt a strange sense of being watched.
He turned his head to look behind him.
The laboratory door was tightly closed, surrounded by cold metal, and the overhead monitor was already damaged, with nothing else present.
But his own intuition couldn’t be mistaken.
Who is watching him?
—-
In a small town a thousand miles away from the city.
Looking around, the ground of the town was covered with stacked dry bones and corpses.
Gusty winds blew, carrying the sound of cheerful music.
To the west of the town, there was an amusement park.
Deep within the amusement park, on the spinning teacups ride playing music, sat a girl with white hair, white eyes, and wearing white clothes.
The girl held a water mirror in her hands, showing rapidly flickering scenes within.
Facing the girl, sat a person enveloped in a black robe.
This person wore a silver mask on the face, a mask without any decoration, not even leaving space for eyes, ears, nose, or mouth, appearing like a cold, smooth egg.
The other facilities in the amusement park all looked long abandoned, only the spinning teacups were still in operation.
Round and round, the teacups spun joyfully, and the scenes in the water mirror kept changing.
When the black-robed figure saw the head of the giant snake pierced through by Zong Lin’s shot, this person couldn’t help but let out a cold sneer.
“A bunch of useless people.”
Suddenly, in the void, a giggling child’s laughter was heard: “Master, did that guy, Luo Yu, fail in the assassination?”
The black-robed person coldly responded, “Not only did the assassination fail, but the identity was also exposed, and even the ashes were scattered.”
The child exclaimed in surprise, “I’ve just managed to obtain information about Zong Lin’s partner from ‘L’. He’s just an ordinary person. If we can’t handle this, and our identity is exposed and we’re killed by humans, have we become idiots after being in this business for a few years? Is our intelligence now in the negative?”
The figure in black robes sat silently in the spinning teacup, maintaining silence.
Regardless, choosing and nurturing their subordinates, if they couldn’t even deal with an ordinary person, it would be a great embarrassment to him.
The young girl with white hair spoke softly, “Sir, should we continue with our plan?”
The figure in black robes replied, “Of course.”
“According to the predetermined trajectory of fate, Zong Lin was supposed to become one of us.”
The child asked curiously, “Will he become one of the ‘King’s’ knights?”
Seven years ago, an extremely powerful force emanated from the void.
The void was the origin of the mist and also the source of their power.
All the alien races were aware that their “King” was about to come.
The day the “King” truly descended into the world would also mark the end of the world.
The alien races would completely occupy this world, and all other creatures would cease to exist.
The knights of the “King” would assist the “King” in governing this world controlled by the alien races.
The figure in black robes said indifferently, “Perhaps.”
The child was somewhat curious and somewhat expectant, “Sir, when will the ‘King’ come?”
“When the time comes,” the figure in black robes said, “we just need to be prepared to welcome it.”
Child: “You reminded me, I suddenly remembered that the incense hasn’t been lit today. I’ll have to burn a few more sticks later.”
The young girl with white hair said expressionlessly, “I don’t think the ‘King’ would appreciate eating incense ashes.”
Child: “It’s the thought that counts. I even burned paper replicas of video games and cola-flavored chips for it.”
The young girl with white hair replied, “…as long as you’re happy.”
The figure in black robes looked at the scene in the laboratory through the water mirror and suddenly said, “Actually, Luo Yu is somewhat useful. At least he has significantly increased Zong Lin’s infection value.”
“I suddenly thought of a better method than assassination. If we let Zong Lin kill his partner during a moment of loss of control, wouldn’t that be more interesting?”
The child immediately applauded, “You’re right. The more insane that monster becomes, the higher his rank after corruption. We won’t even need to lift a finger; he’ll destroy everything he’s supposed to protect on his own.”
Centered around the spinning teacup, a massive blood-red magic array suddenly illuminated.
In the fallen town, the blood and essence of hundreds of thousands of corpses coalesced into a dice before the figure in black robes.
A multi-sided dice.
The dice was the size of a human head, and at a glance, it appeared to have exactly one hundred sides.
The figure in black robes extended a pale arm to grasp the dice and tossed it into the air.
His arm was adorned with numerous blood veins, as if it had been cut, shattered, and reassembled.
The dice spun in the air for many rounds.
Finally, it landed in a pile of bones, with the “100” on the top emitting a red glow.
“Done,” said the figure in black robes. “Fate is sealed.”
The ability of Rank Two of “Fate” – 【Probability Modification】: Modify the probability of a certain event about to occur.
—-
The process of putting on the collar went smoothly.
Shen Jie, wearing rubber gloves, touched Zong Lin’s neck and quickly found the correct position, then accurately fastened the collar.
Shen Jie lowered his head to check Zong Lin’s condition.
When the last suppressor was put on, Zong Lin closed his eyes.
The complete suppression magnetic field was established within his body, and his infection value began to slowly decrease while his consciousness gradually returned.
98.5, 98, 97.5…
However, at that moment, Zong Lin’s body suddenly trembled.
The physiological monitoring data on the screen of the experimental chair suddenly began to fluctuate violently.
Heart rate 199 beat per minute, still rising.
The fluctuation of “Soul”-related abilities brewed, causing those around to feel suppressed, uneasy, with an extremely dangerous atmosphere accumulating.
What’s going on?
Shen Jie almost instantly realized that there was a problem with the magnetic field constructed by the suppressor. Instead of properly suppressing, it stimulated the outbreak of infection waves from the abilities, leading to a backlash!
There couldn’t have been any mistakes in the wearing process.
The only possibility was that there was a problem with the internal structure of the suppressor itself.
The likelihood of a suppressor failing after passing through dozens of quality inspections at the research institute was very low, but not impossible.
Sometimes, a minor circuit issue could cause the suppressor to fail altogether. Among the thousands of cases handled by Shen Jie, it wasn’t unheard of.
However, failure and reverse stimulation, the probability of the latter was close to zero. It was almost an impossible situation.
But now, it had actually happened.
Zong Lin suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.
The blood-red pupils were filled with suppressed pain.
“Go!”
There was no time.
If he left, Zong Lin would surely not withstand this backlash!
The fastest way to soothe “Soul”-related abilities was through the last special method.
“Soul Mark.”
By establishing a temporary soul channel between each other, they could enter the deepest recesses of consciousness for guidance and soothing.
Just like the first time they coordinated.
“Hurry, mark me.”
Shen Jie said to Zong Lin.
“Immediately, right away.”
Thank you for the chapters! ❤
7 years ago can’t be a coincidence right? 🧐
ofc lol
Imagine their face when they realized the one they were harming was the king and his husband 🤡🤡🤡
Dude, “the king” that you seek is currently trying to save his partner and you’re making it difficult for him, you’ll die….
(This is based on the assumption that the “7 years ago” means foreshadowing, could be a redherring but we’ll see as we go)
also base on the title…😭 it’s obvious but we’ll wait for confirmation
These abilities are giving me the same level of confusion as Fallen Merman 😭😭 Oof, I can bet he is the ‘King’ they see🤣
Seek* dang it
It suddenly turned into ABO, not complaining! Go! Hope pixeled happens!
Once your “King” knows what you were doing, he’ll kill you😔
Pig teammates.. Harming their probable king..
I mean… the title gives away that our passerby MC is the “world ending boss.” mystery figure A who returned the escaped aliens all those years ago apparently had purple eyes, just like the cover’s depiction of Shen Jie. Furthermore, it was said that the escaped aliens all obeyed figure A, so it sounds to me like there’s only one way for the story to go, and it does not bode well for these guys’ plans XDD
Ребята, хватит пытаться убить вашего дорогого короля и его мужа.
Lmao guys stop trying to kill your dear King and his husband