No More Stirring Up Trouble

Rustling sounds...

The atmosphere in the base had never been so suffocating.

The broadcast had been changed to a secretary who, every five minutes, would repeat in a serious tone, "Search for human traitors!"

This broadcast has been going on for an hour.

The rapid red light flashed, and anyone who looked up could see the red light, a symbol of martial law and urgency, flashing under the mechanical camera.

Ordinary survivors were gathered together and transferred directly from the testing center to a dark room specifically used for refuge and isolation. They were not included in the full-scale search. They had no special abilities, and even if a "human traitor" was discovered, they would only be sent to their deaths, and the news would not be able to get out.

The only ones still running around the base are the cleanup squads.

The cleanup team remaining at the base was mobilized, searching everywhere. They gradually became exhausted, and there was a communication barrier between members of different teams. They had to use walkie-talkies to confirm things from time to time, but no team had made any progress.

"Damn it..." A man, drenched in sweat, emerged from the cafeteria, cursing under his breath before pressing the intercom button. "The cafeteria doesn't have any."

Zhuzi's voice came through the walkie-talkie immediately after. "Not in the cultivation room."

"Not in the breeding area!"

Old Gao also said, "There's nothing in the planting area, but if they really want to hide, they certainly won't wait to die in one place; they'll definitely be moving around... We need to continue searching these areas later."

A Jin's voice was muffled, sounding even more listless as he switched on the walkie-talkie. "I'm exhausted... By the way, Old Gao, what about the new guy you were training a while ago? I feel like I haven't seen him all day."

Is her A Ling?

It seems like I haven't seen A Ling in any mission area since today...

Before Old Gao could answer, the walkie-talkie crackled twice, as if something had interfered with the magnetic field. Two seconds later, a gentle voice joined the channel. "Is someone looking for me, senior? I'm with the team guarding the base entrance, and I haven't found anyone here either. Everything is normal."

When everyone's tone was subtly impatient, this gentle and soothing tone was like a bottle of mineral water, bringing a sense of comfort to everyone's ears.

"Ah, it's nothing. I just suddenly thought of you and wanted to ask, since you're a newbie after all." A Jin chuckled and touched his ear.

"Okay, senior. If there's nothing else, I'll continue with my work." The voice was extremely polite, with the obedient quality of a newcomer, just like before.

At the base entrance, the Lingren smiled as he released the intercom button. A drop of blood fell from his pristine white glove, blooming into a tiny flower on the dirty ground.

"No—" The cleanup team member who had overheard the conversation after he took the walkie-talkie groaned in despair, lying on the ground covered in blood, his eyes filled with fear.

It's over... their last hope of rescue is gone... no one will come to save them...

This isn't a newbie! This is a monster!!!

Seemingly understanding the gazes of the people on the ground, the Lingren chuckled softly and glanced around at the corpses scattered on the ground.

He tossed the walkie-talkie aside, stepped on it lightly, and the metal casing crumbled little by little under the pressure of his shoe. With a series of cracking sounds, the walkie-talkie was completely destroyed.

... Just like the cleanup team that was originally responsible for guarding the entrance and exit, they were all crushed.

The smile in his eyes wasn't deep. He knelt down in front of the last surviving team member, gently touching the fearful look in the member's eyes as if measuring their expression, and slowly asked, "Are you scared?"

"... Please let me go, we don't know anything..." the man trembled, his voice trembling with tears. "It was an order from our superior, we were just following it because we were the closest squad... If, if you want to leave, please go! I didn't see anything, I don't know anything!"

After Commander Veil gave the order, they remained stationed at the entrance and exit.

Just now, A Ling, the new member of the cleanup team, wearing the same white combat uniform as them, suddenly appeared and wiped out the entire team in almost a single encounter!

In this situation, he naturally assumed that A Ling was also one of the "traitors to humanity," someone who was working in cahoots with the two people impersonating the commanders of the Base One.

"Ha... You look quite good begging for mercy, what a pity." The Lingren's delicate but calloused hand pressed down on the man's neck, and with a little force—a head was almost ripped off.

Blood splattered, a few drops landing on the Lingren's face. He casually wiped it away, his amber eyes gleaming in the twilight. He softly completed his earlier statement. "Unfortunately, I was in a good mood and only wanted to kill you all to liven things up."

Standing up, the Lingren straightened his clothes, took off his gloves, and threw them onto the corpse on the ground like trash.

His gaze pierced through the layers of building walls, landing on a single point, and his eyes shone even brighter.

His senses were strong enough to cover the entire base, so he naturally knew where Yu Xing was from beginning to end.

Given his temperament, he should have taken the opportunity to get close to Veil, using his "superhuman perception" as an excuse to provide real- Yu Xing some trouble, while simultaneously persuading Veil to reveal the location of the central hub hidden in a specific space.

After mastering the rules of the central space, he would manipulate it a bit, and once Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu entered, he would turn that space into Zhao Yijiu's graveyard—then he would reappear, taking on all of Yu Xing's hatred, and incidentally deliver a sarcastic remark.

But... now the Lingren don't intend to do that anymore.

For the Lingren, who had traversed the past and future several times over, a year was much, much longer than anyone else's.

Since it's been so long, a calm greeting wouldn't be bad, right? At least if he only causes trouble for Yu Xing and doesn't involve others, Yu Xing would be happy to deal with him for a while, wouldn't she?

The Lingren couldn't help but laugh, and even tried to give the gap in the entrance as a gift to Yu Xing.

He's already done a favor, but if Yu Xing finds out, won't she become suspicious and avoid taking the safest path?

The rewards for completing the mission were given to Yu Xing; he didn't want them.

He bit his finger and used the pad of his finger to leave a message by the base gate.

After taking one last look, the Lingren turned around with a happy expression and walked out of the base.

He needed to get that ticket to Yin Yang City; this was the only thing he didn't want to go wrong, and it was the very reason he entered this Yugi.

The Yin Yang City... its ultimate future will be decided in that city.

That might be his end.

A gust of wind blew by, and the invisible vengeful spirits in the air danced and spun like fireflies. The figure of the Lingren was walking out one second, and the next second he vanished like sand in the wind.

The wind leaves no trace, and so do actors.

(End of this chapter)

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