Nuoyaji looked at the building in front of him and fell into deep thought.
The building is not high, with only six floors. The exterior walls are painted with off-white paint, and the windows are dark blue glass, which glows coldly in the afternoon sun.
Engraved on the silver metal plate are a few words - "G Trading Company".
What to do? Just break in?
Chaluoke stood half a step behind him, scanning the windows of the building, assessing every possible route in and out.
"No." Nuoyaji shook his head.
Since there was such a big commotion just now, I guess the other party has the means to compete with His Majesty's creation, so they can't just barge in.
"Can you teleport the whole circle again?"
"No, I have no materials now."
"I remember you also have the stealth technique." Nuoyaji glanced at him sideways.
"Chaluoke's mouth moved - not a smile, but an expression of "you finally got to the point".
"This is okay."
"Okay, Na'er, you stay here and watch Yifula. Chaluoke and I will go in."
Nuoyaji turned around. Na'er nodded and put a hand on Yifula's shoulder.
Yifula raised his head and glanced at Nuoyaji, then lowered his head again and continued eating the unfinished bag of snacks in his hand.
Her expression was very calm, which made Nuoyaji feel dazed for a moment - he thought of the Cursed One who turned half of the continent upside down in his previous life, and how many "things that haven't happened yet" were missing from the little girl squatting on the roadside eating snacks in front of him.
Nuoyaji walked towards the building.
His eyes swept from the entrance of the building to the windows, and from the windows to the roof.
His mind was racing - he began to wonder what "G" was.
He had never heard of this name in his previous life. Whether it was in the archives of Empire Tower Mage Corps or in the intelligence collected from various countries.
"G" is like a ghost that never exists in any record.
His past life memories were completely lost here, and this feeling made him very uncomfortable.
"Wait--" Chaluoke's voice came from behind.
Nuoyaji was stunned for a moment, his body stopped instinctively at that moment, and then landed only half a step away from the corner.
A young woman passed in front of him.
She wore a dark tailored coat.
Her pace was neither fast nor slow, like an ordinary person walking on the street in the afternoon.
"Sorry, ma'am, are you okay?" Nuoyaji's voice was a little tight that he didn't even realize.
The woman paused.
"It's okay. I didn't look at the road either." Her voice was very soft and soft, as if she was coaxing a child.
She glanced at him, her gray-blue eyes paused on his face for a moment, and then moved away.
She walked towards the companion next to her. The companion was wearing a black and red armor robe. His back was to Nuoyaji, and his face could not be seen clearly.
The two whispered a few words and then walked towards the other end of the street.
Nuoyaji glanced in the direction they left.
"There's a problem." Chaluoke's voice came from behind him, and Nuoyaji nodded.
Even the legendary strongman Chaluoke only noticed those two people when he was almost in front of them. This is a big problem no matter how you look at it.
He recalled so many things that had happened before, and now so many strange guys gathered together...
Probably not, it wouldn't be that unlucky.
They can't take out another thing like Demon God Evil God, right?
Nuoyaji prayed silently in his heart.
"So, why did you come too?"
Keluosi was walking next to Leisaina and couldn't help but ask questions.
"Well - I heard the holy words of the great Lord." Leisaina's voice was very soft, with a smile.
"Then why did you bump into someone on purpose just now?" Keluosi's voice had a hint of helplessness.
"I can feel - he is a person favored by fate." Leisaina's voice.
Keluosi doesn't quite understand what "being favored by fate" means, but he knows that Leisaina won't joke about this kind of thing.
She has seen many things that he has never seen before, and has sensed existences that he cannot sense.
"Okay." Leisaina's voice returned to calmness.
"It's time to find the guy who escaped, recover Tyrfing, and take a look at the guys who have been causing trouble recently."
Keluosi looked back from the direction where Nuoyaji disappeared and quickened his pace.
Inside G Trading Company, Anasi's office.
The room is small and simply furnished.
There was a pile of information spread out in front of him. The papers were piled high. Some were handwritten, some were printed, and some were clipped from books or newspapers.
These materials are arranged in chronological order. The paper at the bottom is yellowed and brittle, and the paper at the top still smells of ink.
Anasi is sitting on a chair with a document spread out in front of him.
That was information obtained from the transactions of Destruction and Revelation Society and Salvation Society. He had read it many times.
The corners of the paper were fuzzed by his fingers, and the ink marks in some places were blurred by sweat.
"You've seen it many times." A voice came from the corner of the room.
Anasi didn't look back, his eyes were still on the documents.
"An." His voice was calm.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Anasi wanted to say something, but closed his mouth.
Venerable An came out of the corner of the room.
He was wearing the iconic dark purple armor robe, and hanging on his waist was the ancient sword-Tyrfing he got from Destruction and Revelation Society.
He walked to the desk and sat down on the chair opposite Anasi.
Venerable An, who previously cooperated with Destruction and Revelation Society, obtained Tyrfing. In fact, it was Anasi who inserted himself into Destruction and Revelation Society to obtain the information.
When Destruction and Revelation Society was purged, An took advantage of the chaos to steal a large amount of information.
Those materials are now piled on Anasi's bookshelf.
Anasi turned the document in front of him to the next page, which was a newspaper.
The paper was yellowed and curled at the edges. The front page showed a photo of a city destroyed by a storm.
Below the photo is a headline printed in large font - "Super storm sweeps across the continent, leaving cities in ruins."
He once saw with his own eyes that giant beast - King Ghidorah the King, disappearing in an instant during the battle for King of the Monsters.
Instead of being defeated or killed, it just disappeared from the sky like someone pressed the "remove" button.
Since then, he has been thinking about a question - is King Ghidorah dead?
He has no answer.
So he joined APEX Company and participated in the research of Mechagodzilla.
He saw with his own eyes the skull left behind by King Ghidorah, which was transformed into a cockpit, and APEX engineers installed seats inside the skull.
A human sits within its bones, operating a machine that is psychically controlled from its skull.
Anasi was standing there, looking at the skull, and a voice in his heart said - You are nothing more than that.
You will also be studied and used by humans.
Then Mechagodzilla lost control.
It's the remaining consciousness in that skull that is causing trouble.
King Ghidorah's skull controls the machine, using its power to attack the entire city.
In the end, Godzilla and Kong teamed up to defeat it.
That was the news I learned later - APEX Company was disbanded after the disaster, all information was classified as top secret, and the technical personnel involved in the project were dispersed to various departments and signed confidentiality agreements.
Anasi is one of them. He left there with the materials that were not confiscated.
When he looked at the back of Godzilla disappearing into the sea in the distance, he only had one thought in his mind:
"You are indeed a monster."
Not a "god", not a "natural disaster", but a "monster".
It is a "monster" that can be killed and studied.
Back to the present, he had a premonition ever since the storm swept across the continent that day.
It was as if something knocked in his bones, telling him - "He is coming."
It was a premonition that came from deep within the bone marrow and could only be felt by those who had experienced that kind of despair.
That super storm - covering half of the continent and destroying coastal cities in many countries... He had seen something similar in another world.
That was the "meeting gift" when King Ghidorah the King woke up.
Later he heard about Vagrian.
I heard about the Golden Dragon Emperor.
He sent people to Vagrian, and the spies brought back several sketches. The pictures were rough, but they were enough to clearly see the outline of the thing.
Anasi sat at the table, staring at the sketch, the three heads, the pair of wings, and the golden scales.
He forgot what he was feeling at that time.
He has no fear, anger or hatred.
Not even the relief of "I found you."
He just felt tired.
From that world to this world, from APEX Company to G Trading Company, from Mechagodzilla to that egg - he has traveled such a long way and done so many things.
It turns out...
"You're not dead."
He remembered what he said at that time.
There were no gritted teeth or tears in the eyes, just a statement stating the facts.
You are not dead.
Then I can't die either.
Anasi exhaled and put the newspaper back on the table.
"Smith." He shouted toward the door.
The door opened, and Smith walked in from the outside, still holding the thick folder in his hand.
"How are you preparing for Salvation Society's 'New World'?" Anasi asked.
"They still need some time." Smith opened the folder and glanced at the records above.
"Triple the resources we provide them." Anasi's voice.
"Sir, you have increased your investment many times before. The Salvation Society project currently accounts for more than 60% of the total expenditure. If it increases three times more, our capital chain may-"
"It doesn't matter, it's worth it." Anasi interrupted him.
Smith opened his mouth and closed it again. "... Okay."
"Also - An, please go and check the security situation near the company." Anasi tilted his head and looked at An.
An stood up from the chair.
"Yes." His body flickered in the air and then disappeared.
Smith walked into the corridor and exhaled.
He tucked the folder under his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
"How's it going?" A colleague next to me came over with a cup of coffee in his hand.
He is Smith's assistant and is responsible for coordinating daily affairs. He is a young man in his early twenties. "The boss seems to have something wrong recently."
"Yes." Smith took the coffee and took a sip. The coffee was very bitter and there was no sugar added. He frowned.
They are actually quite afraid of their boss.
It's not because the boss has a bad attitude towards his employees - in fact, Anasi has a very good attitude towards his employees. He even goes to personally give gifts to his children when he learns about their birthdays.
But that kind of "good" always makes people feel... unreal.
It's like a person is deliberately trying to "be a good person", like he's compensating for something, or like he's covering something up.
He always has a "desperate" feeling.
It's not the kind of "working overtime for performance"...
Moreover, he contacted Salvation Society to send those research materials...
Smith had seen those things once, and since then he would take a detour every time he passed the basement entrance.
Smith I don't think about it anymore.
He handed the coffee cup to the assistant and adjusted his collar. "Let's go first and talk to those guys."
Smith's footsteps faded away.
The corridor became quiet.
The light was still so bright, making the white paint on the wall glow with a cold light. The shadows on the floor did not move.
Then, in a certain shadow in the corridor, two vague outlines moved.
Nuoyaji and Chaluoke emerge from the shadows.
Nuoyaji's eyes swept from one end of the corridor to the other, from the closed door, to the numbered room doors.
"Boss?" Nuoyaji's voice was very soft.
"There is a strong breath." Chaluoke's voice was equally soft.
"It's Venerable An." Chaluoke said in a very low voice, "I've seen him before."
Nuoyaji's mind was spinning rapidly. Venerable An--he had heard this name in his previous life.
"He hasn't discovered us yet, has he?"
"No, I have already thoroughly studied his stealth techniques."
"Okay, let's go talk to the boss." He stepped forward. Chaluoke followed him and walked towards the ajar door.