Who dared touch someone under Castorice's protection!

A specially designed cell that is cold, sturdy, and completely isolated from any supernatural energy fluctuations.

Luo Li sat on the hard bed, his back against the cold metal wall. Handcuffs and shackles restricted his movements, but there was no anger or panic on his face, only a calm coldness.

He underestimated Murong Xue's viciousness and ruthlessness.

It also overestimates the binding force of so-called "rules" on these privileged children.

Using one's power to frame and fabricate evidence, even threatening family members... to go to such lengths just to get revenge for a slap.

It's truly... rotten to the core.

But, serve a lifetime in prison?

Luo Li's lips curled into a mocking smile.

With this cell specifically designed for people with superpowers, and guards outside who are at most B-rank?

If he wanted, he could use [Spacetime Displacement] or forcibly break free of his shackles at any time and swagger out.

But he didn't.

It wasn't out of fear, but because he was waiting.

Wait for the right opportunity, wait for a method that can completely resolve this problem, rather than just a brute-force solution.

He quickly considered all the possibilities in his mind.

A direct prison break? That would make you a wanted criminal, endangering your family and Castorice; it's not advisable.

Appealing through the guild's internal channels? Since the Murong Family dared to do this, they must have already greased the palms. The appeal is likely to be ignored or indefinitely delayed.

Contacting Yang Shan or her cousin Yu Qian? They might be able to create public pressure, but against the deeply entrenched Murong Family, the effect would be limited, and it would also put them in danger.

So...

Luo Li's gaze pierced through the cell's only observation window, looking out into the dimly lit corridor.

Perhaps, we can only wait for that crazy woman to reveal an even bigger flaw herself.

Or... wait for an unexpected variable from the outside.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to mobilize the power of his [Spacetime] Path within him, not for breaking through, but like the most sophisticated instrument, sensing the structure of the prison, the flow of energy, and the patrol patterns of the guards...

He was preparing for whatever might happen.

Meanwhile, at home.

Castorice looked at the text message Luo Li sent her, telling her "Don't worry, wait for my message," and then at the vague news circulating online that "newly promoted B-level hero Luo Li has been arrested for violent assault." The temperature in her purple eyes gradually dropped, eventually freezing into a bottomless ice lake.

She put down the tablet and stood up.

There was no panic, no crying.

There was only an almost absolute calm.

But beneath this calm, a chill more profound than the River of Souls is brewing.

She walked to the window, gazing in the direction of the prison, her slender fingers unconsciously brushing against the window frame.

Luo Li didn't let her get involved because she was afraid of implicating her and wanted to protect her.

She understands.

but...

Some boundaries, once crossed, offer no turning back.

Murong Xue... touched that line that should never be crossed.

Castorice slowly raised her hand, a faint, almost imperceptible, dark purple light, seemingly emanating from the depths of the netherworld, swirling around her fingertips.

The aura of the River of Souls quietly permeated her surroundings.

She didn't want to cause Luo Li any trouble.

But what if trouble comes knocking on her door and hurts someone she cares about...?

So, she wouldn't mind letting the people of this world relive the fear of being dominated by the River of Souls.

Just as the faint light at the Castorice's fingertips intensified, indicating it was preparing to take action—

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang.

Castorice paused, and the River of Souls aura around her vanished instantly, restoring her aloof and delicate appearance.

She went behind the door and looked out through the peephole.

The person standing outside the door caused a flicker of surprise to cross her purple eyes.

It's Lu Jingheng.

He was still in a wheelchair, but his complexion seemed better than a few days ago, with his usual gentle smile on his face. However, beneath that smile, there seemed to be a hint of unnoticed seriousness.

Castorice hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.

"Mr. Lu?" Her voice was ethereal, carrying just the right amount of aloofness.

"Miss Castorice, I apologize for disturbing you." Lu Jingheng nodded slightly in greeting, his gaze quickly sweeping over Castorice's calm and expressionless face, his tone filled with concern.

"I heard about Mr. Luo Li's situation and was very worried, so I took the liberty of coming here to see if there was anything I could do to help."

His attitude was sincere and natural.

Castorice looked at him quietly, without responding immediately.

She is making a judgment.

It remains to be seen whether the appearance of this seemingly mild-mannered and harmless researcher at this moment is a coincidence or has ulterior motives.

Mr. Lu is very well-informed.

She spoke softly, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

Lu Jingheng gave a wry smile and adjusted his glasses, "After all, it involves Mr. Luo Li, and I only found out about this after making inquiries from various sources. This matter... seems a bit strange."

He paused, looked at Castorice, his eyes clear and sincere. "Miss Castorice, I know that you and Mr. Luo Li have a deep relationship, and you must be very anxious right now."

But please believe that impulsiveness will not solve the problem; on the contrary, it may lead you into a bigger trap set by certain people.

His words were pointed.

Castorice's purple eyes flickered slightly. "What does Mr. Lu mean?"

"The Murong Family is powerful and deeply entrenched within the guild. Since they dared to use such methods, they must have made thorough preparations."

Direct confrontation, or attempting to 'rescue' Mr. Luo Li using unconventional methods, might play right into their hands, giving them even more ammunition to criticize them.

Lu Jingheng's analysis was calm and objective.

"Then, in Mr. Lu's opinion, what should be done?"

Castorice asked, her tone still calm.

Lu Jingheng pondered for a moment and said, "The most urgent task is to ensure Mr. Luo Li's safety in prison and to find the key evidence to break the deadlock."

"Perhaps... I can use some of my connections at the research institute to put pressure on the prison authorities and ensure they dare not torture or otherwise persecute Mr. Luo Li in prison."

He looked at Castorice, his tone becoming more serious. "At the same time, we need to find evidence that those thugs are in direct contact with Murong Xue. As long as we find conclusive evidence that Mr. Luo Li was framed, everything will turn around."

His proposal sounded reasonable and was currently the safest and most "rule-compliant" approach.

Castorice remained silent, seemingly weighing her options.

Lu Jingheng didn't urge him, but waited quietly.

After a while, Castorice spoke softly, her voice still ethereal, yet carrying an undeniable decisiveness. "I appreciate Mr. Lu's kindness."

A hint of anticipation flashed in Lu Jingheng's eyes.

But what Castorice next made him pause slightly.

"However, Mr. Lu need not trouble himself with the matter of finding evidence and ensuring Luo Li's safety."

Castorice raised her eyes, her amethyst-like eyes staring directly at Lu Jingheng, calm and undisturbed, yet seemingly able to see through people's hearts.

I have my own plans.

Her tone was soft, yet it carried an indescribable certainty and strength.

Lu Jingheng stared at Castorice in a daze for a moment.

In his memory, Castorice was always quiet, gentle, and even somewhat aloof, like a delicate orchid that needed to be carefully nurtured.

But at this moment, he sensed a completely different aura emanating from her—a powerful force hidden beneath the Sea of Tranquility, capable of unleashing towering waves.

"... I see."

Lu Jingheng quickly regained his composure, nodded, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Since Miss Castorice has made her decision, I will not disturb her any longer."

If... if there's anything I can help you with, please be sure to contact me.

He maneuvered his wheelchair, politely said goodbye, and left.

As soon as she closed the door, the calm on Castorice's face vanished, replaced by a cold sharpness.

Lu Jingheng's appearance and suggestions, though seemingly reasonable, only heightened her vigilance.

At this sensitive time, he was being overly "enthusiastic".

Moreover, he chose the most "conventional" and time-consuming solution.

That might be correct.

But that's not what she wanted.

She didn't want to wait.

She no longer wanted to follow the so-called "rules" of this world.

When the rules are trampled upon by the powerful and wealthy, when the people she cares about are imprisoned...

Therefore, the rules are meaningless to her.

Castorice walked to the center of the living room and slowly closed her eyes.

She no longer suppressed the primordial power within her that originated from the River of Souls of Amphoreus.

Buzz--

An invisible yet vast pressure quietly spread out from her center.

Her long, silvery-purple hair moved without wind, the ends tinged with a deep, dark purple.

"Pollux..."

She called softly, her voice ethereal and far-reaching, as if it pierced through the barriers of space.

Her response was a deep and majestic dragon's roar from the distant depths of the River of Souls.

A dark purple bridge, visible only to her, spanning the void, slowly materialized beneath her feet.

She's going somewhere.

It's not a prison.

Instead... it's the Murong Family.

She wanted to go and ask that woman named Murong Xue herself.

Who is it...?

The person who gave her courage to stir up her Castorice.

When she opened her eyes again, her purple eyes were filled with a cold indifference that looked down on everything.

Like a deity patrolling the boundary between life and death.

She took a step forward, and her figure disappeared silently from the room, like ink spreading into water.

Only the lingering, soul-chilling chill of the River of Souls remained in the room.

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