The tense atmosphere had eased considerably after that, and for now, No. 10 was still safe. According to No. 13's estimate, they had at least two weeks to prepare.
With Lin Wan'er firmly keeping the situation under control, things had settled down.
"Don't lose your heads. We still have time, and... I don't think this is that simple. Wu wouldn't suddenly decide to kill No. 10, and Zero wouldn't just stand by and let him. There has to be a reason."
"Someone—or something—must have provoked Wu." Lin Wan'er paused, her lips pressing together. "Something extraordinary must have happened within these two weeks."
"What else did you see at the time?" Lin Wan'er turned to No. 13. "Do you remember the setting when No. 10 was killed?"
No. 13 nodded. "I remember, but I can't identify the exact location. Everything was covered in a mist of blood, and the ground beneath my feet looked as if it had been soaked in blood. It didn't seem like the normal world. It must have been a mission world."
"Zero and No. 10 bear the Old President's domain marks. They wouldn't be pulled into ordinary supernatural incidents, so the mission world you saw must have been inside the Old President's domain." Lin Wan'er analyzed the situation calmly. "They may have encountered another enforcer—or... even the Old President himself."
When they heard that No. 10 might soon encounter the Old President, everyone's hearts tightened.
To them, the Old President existed on an entirely different level. They had almost no power to oppose him. Even Xia Tan, as powerful as she was, had lost every expert in the Resistance and had only escaped the Old President's domain alone by letting the Door completely consume her.
That alone showed how terrifying the Old President was.
"Let's investigate