The Tyrant's Descent

The containment facility is divided into 13 zones, numbered from lowest to highest, representing the degree of erosion of the disciples imprisoned within.

Among them, the most mysterious, District 13, due to its extreme secrecy, was once suspected to be merely a legend. Rumor has it that those who can enter there have committed sins that even gods cannot forgive.

"You, and Deep Red, come from there," Lin Wan'er said.

"District 13." Jiang Cheng's mind conjured the lead-gray building and the number 13 on the black iron gate. The chains of memory were breaking one by one, and the mournful melody from last night echoed in his ears again.

Jiang Cheng forced himself to concentrate. He feared there would be no second chance like this. He immediately asked, "What kind of people are Deep Red members?"

"Children from the 13 families of Night Watch, they were the most talented of that generation," Lin Wan'er said.

"Using their own children to carry out such a plan?" Jiang Cheng couldn't understand.

From the current perspective, Night Watch and Deep Red are in a situation where they are mortal enemies. Moreover, Deep Red has been portrayed as a public enemy, someone everyone wants to kill.

"They need absolute loyalty from those participating in the plan," Lin Wan'er said.

After a moment of thought, Jiang Cheng nodded. "I understand."

"Deep Red members are a total of 13 people, with one selected from each family. They don't call each other by name, but use numbers instead, from No. 1 to No. 13."

"They were sent to District 13 for secret training, preparing them to accept the gate in the future."

"There, they, along with you, were forged into the sharpest swords in the hands of Night Watch, belonging to the Deep Red Squad, directly under