A Workload That Makes One's Hair Fall Out

Some people were even packing their gear, ready to actively trigger a dungeon.

Of course, the official response was swift—a series of notices were issued to temporarily calm these people down.

First and foremost, they made it clear that ordinary weapons couldn't harm Weirds, and the Weirds within the dungeon possessed immense power that ordinary people simply couldn't contend with.

After hearing this, anyone still thinking of making a quick buck would have to seriously weigh whether that money was worth risking their life for.

This announcement caused a seismic shift in the outside world.

Back on Anyang Island, Kong Yubo and his teammates were lying on the ground.

He had just endured the pain to take a call from the outside, briefly reporting the situation here.

Besides him and his teammates being injured, some others had also been caught in the aftershock, suffering minor to moderate wounds.

Bai Zuo had slipped away right after finishing the mission, claiming he was hungry and going to find food.

That left Xu Zhou and Ji Wu to deal with the crowd of injured.

"What should we do with these Healing Cards? Besides the five we gave to Mr. Kong and his team, there are five more..."

Xu Zhou hesitated, uncertain.

After all, these rewards were earned together, and Bai Ge and Senior Flying Bird A, who contributed the most, as well as Supervisor Ji, all had a share. He could only give up his own portion.

But there were too many injured—his single card wasn't nearly enough.

Yet he had no right to give away rewards that belonged to others to those injured; that would be far too presumptuous!

Ji Wu glanced at the expression on his face and thought with some exasperation: Still a kid, wearing his thoughts right on his sleeve.

"Since Bai Zuo left the Healing Cards with you, it means he doesn't need them. The Aberration Association also has corresponding treatment methods, so don't worry about it."

It could only heal a portion of injuries; it didn't have that miraculous healing effect.

If it were something that could restore severed limbs or bring someone back from the brink of death to full strength with one use, then you'd keep it for yourself, since it could save your life in a critical moment.

For something that could only heal part of an injury, the unlocked shop had a cheaper alternative at a low price.

So Xu Zhou used all the Healing Cards he had been allocated. Kong Yubo and his four teammates used theirs, healing part of their injuries—they'd probably need another month of bed rest to fully recover.

The remaining five cards were used on those with the most severe injuries.

To prevent them from bleeding out and dying before treatment arrived.

Ji Wu gave his contact info to Kong Yubo. "Next time we meet, I hope we'll be colleagues."

Kong Yubo sat up, replying with a bitter smile: "I know you've been doing some incredible things, but I still have my own duties."

Kong Yubo felt the power receding from his body—that sensation of all his potential being fully mobilized, breaking every shackle, unleashing the body's ultimate limits. It was intoxicating.

But when it all returned to normal as the one controlling his shell withdrew their ability, Kong Yubo could clearly feel his body groaning under the strain—heavy, painful. Yet even with such a severe price, that feeling of freely unleashing one's potential would still drive people to pursue it recklessly. That was power!

No wonder some people lost themselves after gaining strength. Kong Yubo suppressed the reluctance in his heart.

He needed to fulfill his own duties.

Kong Yubo: "Still, we're all working to bring peace and safety to this country and its people. We're doing the same meaningful work, so even if we stand in different positions, we're still colleagues."

Ji Wu smiled, reaching out to clasp Kong Yubo's extended hand.

The two belonged to different camps, but that couldn't overshadow their contributions to world peace.

At this moment, Kong Yubo chose to trust Ji Wu and the Contract Anomalists behind him—they wouldn't be an unstable factor.

On the contrary, by fighting against Weirds, they indirectly protected everyone's safety. This kind of silent guardianship was more real than any words.

Xu Zhou wiped his blade clean, wrapped it in cloth, and slung it over his back. He looked left and right, finally cutting in: "Supervisor Ji, something seems to be happening over there."

"What?"

Ever since Bai Zuo had lifted the Ghost Domain, the controlled crowd had slowly regained consciousness. Finding themselves in a different place after blacking out, with physical pain hinting at the danger they'd faced, the game's announcement had been the last straw.

Those who had vaguely sensed something was off now realized they might have come face-to-face with the bizarre.

Fear exploded in their hearts in an instant!

Fortunately, they were scattered in nearby buildings, preventing another stampede.

But panicked screams, meaningless cursing just to vent emotions, and wails echoed from all directions.

Ji Wu rubbed his forehead: "Something's happened indeed."

Handling the aftermath—dealing with people caught in abnormal incidents or lucky survivors of Weird attacks—wasn't supposed to be his job.

But!

The one who was supposed to be responsible for this had no idea where he'd slipped off to!

"What a headache. Looks like I'll be busy for a few days. Xu Zhou, you'll need to write the follow-up report."

Xu Zhou stiffly turned his head, pointing at himself uncertainly: "Report? Me?"

"Are we supposed to let that bastard who's God knows where write it?" Ji Wu dialed Bai Zuo's number again, and unsurprisingly, it was rejected.

Considering that during this mission, the other party hadn't acted willfully and had even protected everyone, Ji Wu swallowed his anger.

Xu Zhou's entire body had turned an ashen gray, roughly the state of a person still present but whose soul had already checked out.

He hadn't even finished his last report, and now this incident involved so many people—the sheer volume of reports was considerable, bound to be a headache-inducing workload.

Ji Wu had originally planned to go with Kong Yubo to calm the terrified crowd, just in case anything unexpected happened.

But Kong Yubo refused, "We've always had people stationed outside Anyang Island; they've already arrived. Let them handle the rest!"

Kong Yubo knew that Ji Wu and the others had identities that weren't convenient to reveal publicly.

Otherwise, the organization behind them wouldn't bother using their abilities to erase the traces of their actions and fabricate those anomalous events as accidents.

"Ah, this?" Ji Wu rubbed his chin: "Although we do clean up afterward, most of the reason is just that we hate the trouble."

"After all, knowing that such terrifying Weirds exist in the world, and that there are people who can deal with them, very few can stay rational enough not to bother us."

"They say that since we possess special powers, we have to take care of these monsters and protect their safety—if they get hurt by a Weird, it's our failure."

"It wouldn't affect much, but it's still a hassle."

As Ji Wu said "hassle," the expression on his face seemed to suggest he had truly encountered something similar before.