I'm Coming Clean

The members of the Team One City Direct Military were all frozen in place, staring blankly at Lu Bai, who was standing in mid-air.

Those who remained capable fighters were more likely to realize just how outrageous Lu Bai's performance was at that moment.

Any ability involving resurrection is undoubtedly classified as a "color-level" ability.

Moreover, Lu Bai didn't just resurrect one or two people; he pulled everyone who had perished in the riot back from the brink of death.

To achieve this level of sophistication, the capabilities of a single color level are far from sufficient.

At the very least, it needs the ability to counteract side effects; anything below the color level won't do.

"Just how many abilities does he have?" The blond-haired middle-aged man's voice sounded like a dream.

You wouldn't believe it until you calculated it; the results were shocking.

The sheer number of methods Lu Bai has displayed is already countless, not to mention that no one can guarantee that these abilities are all that Lu Bai possesses.

The hip-hop style young man standing nearby only snapped out of his daze upon hearing the voice and asked incredulously, "Didn't he graduate from the Deathmatch Academy less than half a year ago?"

You can experience a maximum of six Deathmatch Showdown in six months, and each Deathmatch Showdown a maximum of three rounds of Ability Pool selection.

To put it bluntly, given the refresh rate of the Ability Pool, you might not even encounter six rounds of colored Ability Pool combined.

The most terrifying thing is that their abilities have become ineffective, and it seems that Lu Bai is the culprit.

If this is the result of some kind of ability, then even a color level wouldn't be enough to achieve this.

Every member of the City Direct Military was filled with questions, unable to find a reasonable explanation no matter what they did.

Fortunately, now that Lu Bai has decided to step forward, he will no longer hide anything.

He turned to look at the members of the Team One of the City Direct Military, who were hiding behind the bunker, and waved his hand.

Cascading lava rose from the ground, and a massive stone tablet descended from the sky, with visible ripples spreading outwards.

These are...

One of the team members instinctively gasped in surprise.

Before the members of the Team One could ask, Lu Bai, while everyone was stunned, took the initiative to give the answer.

Does it look familiar?

The sound was clearly transmitted to the minds of everyone at the Forward Base.

Lu Bai manipulated the churning lava under his control, speaking in a storytelling tone, "You should be able to sense that this is not an illusion."

As each of you has seen, I can take away the abilities you possess and use them at will."

Upon hearing this, the blond-haired middle-aged man gasped, and the other team members were equally unable to remain calm.

They desperately wanted to shout "Impossible!" at Lu Bai, but faced with the stark reality before them, they couldn't bring themselves to say it.

After such an incident, the senior commanders and staff in the operations command naturally couldn't sit still.

The doors to the fifth-floor Combat Command Center were pushed open, and a crowd appeared in the corridor, observing Lu Bai, who was suspended in mid-air, up close.

A gray-haired man in military uniform, his hands gripping the railing, asked in a deep voice, "What are you planning to do?"

Lu Bai casually dispelled his magma-like abilities and calmly said, "I don't think the world should be like this."

Shelter No. 9, the third Livability City.

The young man, dressed somewhat disheveled, looked around and then hurriedly rushed into a fried chicken shop.

His behavior and demeanor were very strange. Under normal circumstances, he would have been reported by the public, and a few minutes later, Security Personnel came and took him into custody.

Fortunately, due to the Ground Return Plan, the Third Livability City was deserted, with not a soul in sight on the streets, so naturally no one would notice this suspicious fellow.

The young man leaned against the cashier counter, looking completely exhausted, and gasped for breath.

To be honest, he didn't actually feel tired.

The main reason he became like this was because he was frightened.

The young man had his eyes closed, veins bulging on his forehead, and he was constantly muttering to himself, faster and faster.

"How is this possible? When exactly did this happen? I can't find it, where is it? It's not even in my sea of consciousness..."

"Call..."

It took the young man more than ten minutes to finally calm down.

After calming himself down, he opened his eyes, then his body trembled. "It's still there after all."

Looking at the words that had appeared in his field of vision without him noticing, the young man's eyes revealed an undisguised fear.

The older you get in the world of martial arts, the more timid you become.

Although he was a powerful figure from a demonic sect, he was more afraid of this incomprehensible situation than ordinary people.

"When... when did you come to me?"

Without delay, before the young man could finish speaking, he found that the text in front of him had changed.

Realizing that they could communicate, the young man calmed down a little.

"Help me clear system errors? How do I do that?"

"Can you offer me help? Can you restore my cultivation?"

"Ability Pool?"

In front of the building housing the Combat Command Center, and throughout the entire Forward Base, countless people remained silent.

Under Lu Bai's [Mindstream Network], everything that happened here was disseminated into the minds of everyone at the Forward Base.

In fact, Lu Bai's demands can be summarized in one sentence.

He wanted society to function according to his will.

The words are few, but the meaning they represent is ridiculously broad.

After hearing Lu Bai's words, the gray-haired old man in military uniform almost cursed him for wishful thinking.

Unfortunately, in the face of an unstoppable force, even the biggest temper must be restrained, and one should even be grateful that the other party is willing to communicate.

Given the current situation, the only thing the elderly man in military uniform can think of is to stall for time.

"Could you give us some time to think about it?"

The elderly man in military uniform asked cautiously.

Lu Bai smiled and shook his head, "I'm not discussing this with you or any of you. You just need to answer me on your own behalf."

Now, tell me your answer.

He still wore an innocent smile, but to these high-ranking commanders, that smile seemed to conceal a terrifying killing intent, making them slow their thinking by a beat.

"I..."

The elderly man in military uniform gasped, almost choking on his breath. "Personally, I agree in principle..."

Before he could finish speaking, his upper body vanished into thin air.

Then, a fluorescent green light flicked from Lu Bai's fingertip, and the old man in the general's uniform was restored. He reminded him, "Don't speak in official jargon."

I agree.

"I... I agree too."

Before the old man in military uniform, who had miraculously returned from the dead, could even realize what had happened, some of the high-ranking commanders standing around him succumbed to the pressure and raised the white flag.

Circumstances dictate actions. Faced with someone even more outrageous than the Chinese, if you don't want to die, your only option is to submit.