Conspiring Out Loud!

Molly paused for a moment, then quickly changed into clothes that were easy to move in, grabbed her phone, and hurried downstairs and out the door.

I hailed a taxi, gave them the address, and the driver stepped on the gas, and we arrived at our destination in no time.

Molly paid the fare and got off the bus, then looked up.

Before me stood a towering office building, its glass curtain wall gleaming in the sunlight, exuding an impressive aura. This was none other than A City's largest technology company—

[Headquarters of XX Company Limited]

Molly walked to the main gate and immediately spotted the security guard at the gatehouse.

He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a smart security guard uniform and slim-fitting black and white overalls. His hair was neatly combed and parted in the middle.

This look...

Molly's lips twitched, and she instantly remembered that bizarre job fair.

She stepped forward and couldn't help but ask:

"Hello, do you have a doctoral degree, are fluent in eight languages, and can sing, dance, rap, and play basketball?"

Upon hearing this, the young man abruptly raised his head, his eyes widening in shock, and exclaimed:

How did you know?! Have you heard my story?

Molly chuckled twice and waved her hand:

"No... I was just guessing, just guessing."

What kind of human suffering is this? A PhD actually ended up working as a security guard!

"Hmm... what is that?"

At that moment, two figures dressed in black protective suits strolled leisurely to the entrance of the office building.

They walked and chatted idly; they were two Defectors!

The tall, thin man stretched, his bones cracking as he did so.

He glanced at the short, fat man beside him and said:

"Hey, why have our organization's operations become so secretive lately?"

"They used to dare to block the school gate when handing out flyers, but now they're like thieves, sneaking around in some nook and cranny."

The short, fat man immediately held up one finger, giving a disdainful look that said, "You forgot again?", and answered seriously:

"First of all, I've already told you, my name isn't 'Hey,' it's Chu Yuxun!"

"Secondly, is there even a need to guess? That Magical Girl Pale has been all the rage lately! Blocking an airplane with her bare hands, slaying Mimic Demon, her combat power is simply outrageous. Where in our organization can we find anyone who can beat her?"

"Third, if we can't afford to offend her, can't we at least avoid her? If we can't deal with her, can't we deal with those unarmed ordinary people?"

"The boss said that once that great one arrives, forget about Magical Girl Pale; they'll all be reduced to mere playthings, not even worthy of carrying each other's shoes!"

The tall, thin man suddenly realized, then looked around with some concern and tugged at the short, fat man's arm:

"Hey, is it really okay for us to be plotting so loudly?"

"What if the Magical Girl Pale herself hears this? Wouldn't we both be dead on the spot?"

The short, fat man curled his lip in disdain, his tone full of certainty:

"A City is so big, with a population of several million, how could we possibly encounter Magical Girl Pale so easily?"

"The odds are even smaller than winning the lottery. Don't worry, we're not that unlucky."

"That's true, you're right. I was overthinking it."

The two walked into the office building chatting and laughing, completely ignoring Molly standing beside them.

I didn't even see the indescribable expression on her face.

"..."

Watching the two clowns disappear behind the door, Molly's lips twitched involuntarily, her heart filled with speechlessness.

Who are these people?

They're plotting and organizing secrets like it's nothing, talking so loudly as if they're afraid no one will hear them, as if they're afraid they won't die fast enough, right?

She really underestimated the intelligence of these two Defectors; they were practically the hidden dragons and phoenixes of the Defectors world.

Molly didn't follow immediately. Instead, she stood there, gently stroking her chin with her fingers, carefully pondering the information from their conversation.

The organization has become secretive because they fear her power?

This is good news, indicating that her previous battles did indeed have a deterrent effect, at least preventing those cowardly individuals from openly causing trouble again.

But the next sentence, "If you can't deal with her, can't you deal with ordinary people?" made Molly's eyes turn cold.

These guys are indeed cunning and treacherous. Since they can't beat people head-on, they're trying to take advantage of ordinary people.

And that so-called "that person".

Judging from their tone, this "master" must be the Demon God they were talking about, and he is extremely powerful!

Otherwise, they wouldn't have placed such high hopes on him, or even thought he could easily crush them.

Molly's brows furrowed tightly.

It seems this Demon God is the real problem.

The threat posed by the Demon God is far greater than that of petty Defectors and Elite Monster Demon.

Her current strength is more than enough to deal with ordinary Monster Demon and Defectors, but it's probably far from sufficient to face Demon God.

Fifth-Tier Basic Swordsmanship, Second-Tier Curse Arts, Minor Sword Intent Mastery...

Molly silently assessed her own strengths and weaknesses, her gaze gradually hardening.

We must improve our strength as soon as possible!

Whether it's swordsmanship or Curse Arts, you must hurry up and improve.

Just as Molly was pondering, a pleasant voice sounded from behind her:

"Molly."

She turned around and saw a cool and aloof older woman, dressed in a plain white dress, walking briskly with elegant and light steps.

Her every move exuded the noble and elegant air of a young lady, enough to make many men around her turn their heads in dismay, or even feel inferior and lower their heads.

"... Luoxi?"

Molly went up to her and couldn't help but ask:

"Are there really traces of cultists in this building?"

Luoxi said:

"There should be. The Miasma fluctuations above the building are very similar to Miasma of that cultist, and it's shrouded in a concealment barrier."

"If I hadn't searched so thoroughly this time, I really wouldn't have found him!"

After speaking, Luoxi looked up at the top floor of the building. Her exquisite and beautiful face was slightly furrowed, and a dazzling golden light flashed in her eyes.

From her perspective, the top floor of the building was shrouded in Miasma. Although it was hidden by a barrier, the Miasma inside was almost solidified into a tangible substance!

If an ordinary magical girl stayed inside for even a few minutes, she would definitely suffer severe Miasma contamination and her strength would be greatly reduced!

However, there was not a trace of Miasma on the other floors; the air was very clean and fresh.

"?"

Molly looked up and, following Luoxi's gaze, saw the top floor of the office building.

Hmm... The weather is fine and the sun is shining brightly.

Well, she really couldn't see anything.

But Luoxi's solemn expression told her...

There's definitely something strange about it!

"Whatever strange things they are, take this sword strike first!"