Location

Everyone looked up.

As the golden path slowly extended, the surrounding dark space was now filled with thin red lines.

These fine lines are intricate and intertwined, extending from an unknown place and into an unknown distance.

Intricate and complex, interwoven and interconnected.

"Ha ha."

"What's this?"

Young Qin Yiguan, who had been following the group around, was always bouncing around. He stared curiously at the red lines all over the world, raised the windmill in his hand, and tried to touch the red rays.

"Careful!"

The Caregiver Qin Yiguan, gave a low shout.

Young Qin Yiguan, overcome with playfulness, continued twirling the windmill in his hand. Just as it was about to touch the red light, the light seemed to have a mind of its own, bending slightly into an arch and dodging away.

"Haha, that's funny!"

Young Qin Yiguan stirred the windmill, and as it spun, the surrounding red light rippled, seemingly carried by the insignificant airflow.

"Please don't be nervous."

"And of course, don't touch it."

"Each of these red threads is related to the life or death of a Qin Yiguan person."

The vice president's wheelchair moved slowly forward, while the red line in front of him deftly avoided his figure, even leaving a large space above his head.

"Are these lines related to the lives of isotopes?"

Underworld Qin Yiguan, was increasingly bewildered. "What exactly is this thing?"

indeed.

The space they inhabited was like a magical world, devoid of any logic or reason so far.

"Gentlemen, we will be there soon."

The vice president was very calm; the rubber tires of his simple wheelchair spun automatically as he walked ahead.

It seems that all the answers will be revealed at the end of the Golden Path.

On the road.

Qin Yiguan saw many more lights and shadows, one of which was particularly striking.

It was a boy wearing a rabbit mask, standing quietly in a ball of light and shadow, watching as he approached. The world behind him kept changing, sometimes a bustling city, sometimes ruins, and sometimes a deep black hole.

Too many Metaverse, too many counterparts— Qin Yiguan didn't know what these lights and shadows contained, or what they concealed behind them.

finally.

The end of the golden path appeared.

In the sky ahead, a huge room floated, dark and deep, with twelve tightly closed iron doors facing the group.

The crisscrossing red lines all around extend from the No. 4 iron gate.

Qin Yiguan gazed at the room in the sky.

Lost in thought.

He had never seen this thing before, but the room gave him an incredibly familiar feeling, as if it were a hometown he hadn't returned to in a long time.

twelve...

The number echoed in Qin Yiguan's mind.

"The president is in this room."

The vice president suddenly said, "And the fourth president has been monitoring his counterparts in the Metaverse. There are 732 red lines around here, connecting 732 Metaverse. In these universes, 732 Qin Yiguan are about to be assassinated."

"All..."

Qin Yiguan looked at the vice president, "There are twelve presidents in the Qin Variants?"

The vice president shook his head. "Perhaps, but not that many yet."

"Maybe?"

Qin Yiguan stared at the twelve iron gates, lost in thought.

"I invited the three of you here in the hope that we can work together to fight against the Ao Council."

"And the first step in this confrontation, or rather, the only obstacle to our elimination of the Ao Council, is to find the location of the main body of the Ao Council."

The vice president looked up, trying to grab a red ray of light in the air, but because he couldn't stand up, even with his right hand stretched out as high as possible, he was still a few centimeters short.

Qin Yiguan slightly raised his hand, pinched a red thread, and handed it to the vice president.

"Thanks."

But then the vice president pinched the red thread and gently tugged it. The red thread began to contract, and in the darkness in the distance, a colorful bubble could be seen attached to the end of the red thread.

The bubble, like a balloon, floated and drifted to the side of everyone.

"Huh?"

This fairytale-like scene made Young Qin Yiguan's eyes widen in amazement.

Qin Yiguan squinted at the bubble and saw a modern city floating inside, with a boy who looked exactly like him strolling leisurely down the street with his hands in his pockets.

Meanwhile, atop a distant high-rise, a bizarre being with the head of Aoke but a purely mechanical body, held a heavy sniper pistol and aimed the crosshair at the back of ' Qin Yiguan's ' head.

"This is one of 732 assassination attempts."

The vice president slowly said, "Of course, the truth is that this Sniper Aoke cannot kill Qin Yiguan and will be killed in return. However, President Number 4 controls everything and will simulate another scenario, in which the Sniper Aoke in a hallucination and return to the headquarters of the Ao Council to report back."

"The assassination succeeded in the hallucination?"

Qin Yiguan narrowed his eyes and saw that beneath the city where the two were located in the image, there was a huge red neural network hidden. This red neural network slowly undulated, simulating the entire city one-to-one.

Isn't this the ability of Plunderer?

Qin Yiguan slightly opened his eyes.

"What you all need to do is follow these self-proclaimed successful ' Aoke,' gather as much information as possible, and even try to trace the clues to find the final location of the Ao Council.'"

The vice president said, "We have 732 lines in front of us, which represent 732 opportunities."

But then the Caregiver Qin Yiguan, suddenly spoke up, "Why not notify the Qin Yiguan in these Metaverse and have them do these things?"

The vice president smiled. "Unlike the Ao Council, the Qin Variants follows the individual will of each counterpart. We will not reveal the truth of the Metaverse to them unless absolutely necessary, much less ask them to work for the Qin Variants."

"Such blatant discrimination."

Caregiver Qin Yiguan adjusted her baseball cap. "All I want to do is quietly be a Caregiver."

Bang!

But then, the Aoke inside the colorful balloon pulled the trigger, and Qin Yiguan, whom he had aimed at, had his head explode and fell to the ground.

One of the Aoke grinned maliciously before preparing to leave.

The three men Qin Yiguan on the scene all had twitching lips, as if they themselves were dead.

"Gentlemen, each of you may choose one clue from the events."

The vice president looked at the three of them, "Then, everyone worked together to resolve the crisis in the Ao Council."

"Someone has harmed our brothers; this is intolerable, and we must retaliate."

"But before that, I have a question."

Underworld Qin Yiguan, spoke, pointing to the black room in the sky, "If I could push open any one of those twelve doors, wouldn't I also be qualified to become the president of the Qin Variants?"

The vice president smiled politely, "You can give it a try."

But Underworld Qin Yiguan, the gangster, rubbed his hands together, ready to fight. He then leaped into the air, grabbed the doorknob with both hands, and braced his feet against the door frame. No matter how hard he tried, the door didn't budge.

He tried twelve doors in a row, but the result was the same.

I said!

"You two should give it a try!"

Qin Yiguan shouted in mid-air, his clothes black.

But the Caregiver Qin Yiguan, shook her head and said, "I just want to be Caregiver quietly."

Qin Yiguan himself, however, had a flicker in his eyes and slowly stepped forward.

10 minutes later.

The three stood on the golden path, each holding a red thread, with a colorful balloon floating at the end of each thread.

"Well..."

Underworld Qin Yiguan, sighed, "It seems none of us are qualified to be the chairman; we're just ordinary workers with an ordinary worker's soul."

Qin Yiguan slowly raised his head and looked at his golden balloon.

A golden light spread out and devoured everything.

A question lingered in his mind.

"Where exactly is this Qin Variant Association located?"

The next moment.

Qin Yiguan opened his eyes and found himself still in the underground office of the Underworld Qin Yiguan.

Unbeknownst to him, he had fallen asleep in the imposing mahogany chair belonging to the Underworld Qin Yiguan.

Not far away, Underworld Qin Yiguan, was slumped on another recliner, fast asleep.

at the same time.

The vice president's voice rang in my ears.

"Dreams are the reality of the Metaverse."

"The location of the Qin Variants is in the dreams of all Qin Yiguan isomorphs."

"And who owns this dream? It's the president of the Qin Variant Association."

"Think back carefully, just now, you pushed open the seventh iron gate."

"Now think about it, what exactly did you see?"