"Mr. Lin."
Someone held me by the shoulder, forcing me to look up at the person who had spoken.
My mind was still filled with the contents of the diary.
The diary had been written by Dad, around the time I was two years old. I didn't remember any of it. I couldn't even remember what had happened on my fifth birthday, let alone when I was two.
I'd been mentally prepared for my parents to have died once before, but this truth was still difficult to take in.
I looked at the officer beside me without saying a word.
He seemed somewhat troubled, too.
The higher-ups probably hadn't decided how to deal with people like us who had abilities. The officers on the ground knew very little about everything and were still confused.
"Please come with us to headquarters first," the officer said.
"Is Minqing finished?" I asked calmly.
The officer didn't answer, but his expression told me everything I needed to know.
Minqing was finished.
While I was unconscious, the entrance to the alternate space in Minqing must have opened. The Ghost Kings had surged in.
The Ghost Kings the young man at the hospital had mentioned—who had surrounded another Ghost King—must have killed the Ghost King of the restaurant, who was the third, perhaps even the fourth, to hold that position.
It wasn't surprising.
That malformed new thing had entered the real world so early and expanded its territory so widely, bringing almost everyone under its control. Any Ghost King who came to the real world would have to eliminate this formidable enemy first.
Besides, I'd killed two of them, and two others had taken their places. No matter how powerful the ruler of the future world was, he couldn't have kept the Ghost King in that