Over the past two days, both the Special Bureau and the Church of the Earth Mother had, by coincidence, begun to gather their scattered supernatural beings.
On Goro Island, inside a coastal city villa estate spanning over a thousand acres.
“Boss, things are about to kick off in the Nanming Kingdom,” Jiang Nan said, standing to the side. “The Special Bureau is preparing to launch a crusade against the Liu family. They've even reissued the wanted posters on their official website. There are also rumors that the Special Bureau is offering money to recruit rogue supernatural beings to fight the Liu family.”
Buck held half a watermelon in one hand and scooped it out with a spoon in the other. “Honestly, can the Special Bureau even beat that old man, Liu Wen? Aren't they just sending themselves to the slaughter?”
“Should we go and join the fun? I have a feeling this is going to be a historic event that will be remembered forever,” Bai Yuwen mused, rubbing his chin.
He was still tempted by any opportunity to make a name for himself; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so obsessed with becoming the number one martial artist in Yangcheng.
Tang Yongyun sat on the sofa, listening to the trio's discussion. “There's no need to get involved,” he said. “Our foundation isn't in the Nanming Kingdom. We won't gain any benefits from participating.”
When the red light had appeared, he had looked in the direction of the Nanming Kingdom.
In his eyes, the doom over the entire East Continent was surging.
It was clear that the region was turning into a meat grinder. Constant warfare was likely in its future. For him, getting involved was far worse than quietly developing their strength at home.
Hearing Tang Yongyun's words, the other three nodded in agreement.
“While they're fighting each other, we can recruit more people. Maybe we'll be able to control a larger territory in the future,” Jiang Nan agreed, nodding.
Three days later, on the date set by the Special Bureau.
During this period, the number of supernatural beings gathered by the Special Bureau had reached two hundred.
At the same time, over a hundred and eighty vials of Ghoul Serum had been produced and injected into the soldiers with the best physical conditioning.
Knock, knock, knock!
Inside the Imperial Palace, a knock sounded on the door of He Wenxi's office.
“Come in,” He Wenxi's voice called out.
The office door was pushed open, and Li Xueming walked in. “Chief, the personnel have finished assembling. In accordance with your instructions, we also recruited rogue supernatural beings. Twenty-three of them have joined, and there's one in particular I think you'll be very interested in.”
As he spoke, he placed a list on He Wenxi's desk.
Hearing this, He Wenxi picked up the list. At the very top, she immediately spotted the first name.
Xiao Qi.
Seeing this name, He Wenxi was slightly surprised. If she remembered correctly, this guy was also one of the earliest supernatural beings.
Li Xueming continued, “Chief, the Church of the Earth Mother also seems to have noticed our movements. Someone came to inform us that they are preparing to make a move on the Liu family as well. They suggested that if we are interested, we can join forces to wipe out the Liu family.”
“It seems the Liu family has no shortage of enemies.”
“There is no need to join forces with the Church of the Earth Mother. Just let them know the time of our operation,” He Wenxi said calmly.
“Yes, ma'am!” Li Xueming nodded and turned to leave the office.
Pitter-patter!
Outside, at one in the afternoon, dark clouds gathered in the sky as a light drizzle began to fall.
He Wenxi stood up and walked to the window. She looked toward Xichang, where the heavy, dark clouds hung low, creating an incredibly oppressive atmosphere.
“I'm curious. Are you Death, possessing He Wenxi's memories, or are you He Wenxi, controlling death?” At that moment, a man's voice rang out.
Hearing the voice, He Wenxi's lifeless eyes narrowed slightly. Is he here? Did he show up because of Liu Wen?
She turned around. Sitting in the office's lounge area was a young man in a suit, wearing a black bowler hat.
The young man sat with his legs crossed, holding a thick notebook in his left hand.
As he looked at her, a faint smile played on his lips.
“Does it matter?” He Wenxi replied, looking at Zhao Jin.
“Of course it matters. This is highly important intelligence for me to understand existences like you.”
“You are Death. Shouldn't you be pursuing death to increase your strength? Pursuing happiness seems incredibly bizarre, doesn't it?” Zhao Jin leaned back on the sofa, his tone lazy.
Hearing this, He Wenxi smiled. “Over the eons, countless billions of creatures have died. The current population dying on this planet wouldn't even equal a fraction of those who came before. Thus, pursuing death holds little meaning for me. Besides, with the passage of time, all things will eventually return to death.”
“Even the high and mighty gods will die after a million or perhaps ten million years. But I will not. As long as the concept of death exists, I exist. Since my existence is so vast, I might as well find something meaningful to do.”
This was the first time she had ever spoken so much in one breath.
Zhao Jin listened quietly. The notebook flipped open on its own, recording these traits.
Now that I think about it, the Lord of Evil seems to be the same. Everything it did before was just to enjoy life; committing evil was secondary.
He Wenxi looked at the silent Zhao Jin. In truth, there were still some things she hadn't said.
If she truly pursued death and wanted to slaughter a massive number of living beings, would Zhao Jin even allow it? That was the most critical point.
“Did you come here because of Liu Wen?” He Wenxi took the initiative to ask after waiting a moment and seeing that Zhao Jin remained silent.
Zhao Jin's expression was indifferent. “I am not his babysitter. Evolution is always accompanied by struggle. Only through slaughter can one evolve into a more powerful form—assuming, of course, that you and the Earth Mother do not directly intervene.”
If Death and the Earth Mother didn't make a move and Liu Wen still failed, it would only prove that his path of evolution was a failure and that he could never become the strongest existence.
Hearing Zhao Jin's words, He Wenxi couldn't help but feel a sigh of relief in her heart.
Zhao Jin looked at her and pressed further. “You still haven't answered me. Are you He Wenxi, or are you Death?”
Death's gaze was tranquil. “Death. When I was born, my consciousness was a blank slate. If the one who fused with me back then had been someone else, perhaps I would have taken a completely different path.”
She didn't care about such things. Once she lived long enough, the memories she experienced would far outnumber He Wenxi's.
Eventually, they would overwrite the influence of her previous memories, shaping a truly independent personality belonging to Death. When that time came, He Wenxi's memories would merely be a brief moment in her long, endless existence.
Hearing this, the smile on Zhao Jin's face remained unchanged as his figure slowly faded away.
Next would be the war between the Special Bureau, the Church of the Earth Mother, the Carriage Slaves, and the rogue supernatural beings versus the Liu family and the Specter forces of Fengcheng.
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