The wandering soul assigned to assist Mu Bingge was dumbfounded.
She had faced a Calamity the moment she entered, then a Lord and a King, and even a Calamity Lord had appeared to praise her talent outright.
Without any power at all, she had mastered soul creation with effortless ease. The wandering soul had seen geniuses before, but never one this absurdly gifted.
Could she do anything as long as she wanted to?
But on second thought, she had been dragged into the Borderlands at a young age, facing an invincible enemy-that isolation, helplessness, and fear.
The despair of a torrent crashing down like a tsunami, with nowhere to escape, was probably beyond an ordinary person's understanding too.
Amid the fragments of images fluttering down, the young Mu Bingge returned to the Present World and sat frozen on a park bench for a long time.
Belated fear welled up in her heart. She broke down crying, huddling in a corner in terror and hugging herself as she cried until dusk approached.
Finally, she wiped away her tears and knocked on the Social Security Bureau's door. Prepared to be dealt with, she told them the truth.
But no one died because of it that day.
Only a top-secret file was created and stored deep within the Social Security Bureau.
"Don't be afraid. What you experienced today will become a secret. Great Xia is here, and so is the Social Security Bureau. Just focus on growing up. Leave everything else to us, to the country."
The last fragment dissipated, leaving only those reassuring words echoing in her ears.
Mu Bingge lowered her head to look at the whip in her hand and felt incredibly fortunate.
Fortunate to live in Great Xia in a world that was like doomsday, fortunate to have met