Qi Yuan turned the volume to maximum, enjoying the pleasant sound of screaming.
This guy always had bizarre moves and no sense of propriety. If he weren't away from the scene, he would have wanted to give him a beating.
The phone returned to Gao Changze's hands, and Qi Yuan threatened ominously,
"Act normal."
"Uh... okay!"
Gao Changze sheepishly began recounting his recent experiences. There was a reason for his pretentious behavior.
Initially, he couldn't understand why they needed to investigate the orphanage, but out of trust in Qi Yuan, he made the trip. They went to the Duty Bureau in Nanwu District of Qipan City to investigate the orphanage's investors.
Due to the fusion domain, both the diary and accounts were present. In the later stages, only one company was investing, making the investigation extremely smooth.
That company was backed by the Ma Family enterprise.
Not sure of its significance, Gao Changze wasn't exactly negligent, but he also didn't rush to take the next flight to the Ma Family.
By the time they arrived, the Ma Family had vanished.
"...I left the very next day, definitely didn't drag my feet."
Gao Changze, possessed by anxiety, kept repeating the same words.
Qi Yuan interrupted his rambling, "What happened next?"
"We reported it to the local Duty Bureau, then conducted an investigation. Currently, there are no results - we don't know if they left or died."
Even if they had rushed over that night, they might not have caught up, but at least they could have a clear conscience. This was why Gao Changze hadn't dared to trouble Qi Yuan again.
Big Brother Yuan had given him a chance, and he had failed!
"Send me the Ma Family's location. I'll let you know if I find anything."
Qi Yuan wasn't concerned about Gao Changze's failure; in fact, not finding anything was the best outcome.
On the other end of the line, Gao Changze became overwhelmingly emotional. Brother Yuan was reliable - he really stepped up when needed!
He immediately rattled off an address, repeatedly saying he would send it later.
Having gotten the response he wanted, Qi Yuan hung up without a second's delay, displaying the cold demeanor of a heartless capitalist.
He created a clone and dispatched it to investigate the Ma Family. The clone gave him an international gesture before disappearing from the room.
Qi Yuan was exasperated, unable to comment on how his clones were becoming increasingly unrestrained...
He knew well that he was the source of all this.
Since establishing the plan, he had spent most of his time alone. Although his clones roamed the world, they had little interaction with strangers.
Humans are social creatures.
Earlier, he had his mother and little brother, but after they returned to work and school, he was left alone facing this massive project, inevitably developing a desire for conversation.
After a while, the clone's memories returned to the main body.
Qi Yuan reviewed the clone's memories. The situation with the Ma Family could be summed up as total elimination.
As for why the Duty Bureau couldn't investigate... his clone had instantly resolved that...
Heh...
Surely no one would have cheats and not know how to use them? Really?
Wouldn't that make having cheats pointless?
Investigating the Ma Family's information was about respecting the prophetic dreams, and had nothing to do with underground organizations not in the same league.
Who would choose to play detective when they already had the answers?
Lying early in bed, Qi Yuan pulled up the covers and entered dreamland.
...
Qi Yuan unconsciously wandered in darkness. Remembering he had activated his prophetic dream ability, he unhesitatingly floated toward the distant light...
Huh?
Why was he floating?
The thought flashed through his mind, and the absurd answer quickly bubbled up from within - it would be strange not to become a floating spirit in God's perspective.
If Qi Yuan were in a conscious state, he would have complained about such bizarre rules, but being in a dream state, he easily accepted it all.
Floating into the dazzling white light, when he opened his eyes again, he saw himself standing outside, ringing the doorbell. Inside was an independent villa, and he could clearly hear the psychological activities of everyone inside.
There were stories about test subjects escaping from experimental bases, monster-human fusion experiments, and how Gao Changze had found everyone after his disappointment at the exam venue.
This also resolved his confusion about Yin Qingran's evasive behavior, making him more confident about securing free labor.
Then, the scene gradually dispersed and reformed into a coldly decorated conference room with three people - two women and a man in a white coat.
The man in the white coat explained to the women: "...although it looks like a precise operation, it's actually just a crude fusion of monster limbs and humans."
Simple fusion didn't meet the usual requirements for human experimentation by organizations. Why choose to use large numbers of humans?
Parasitic power and ability transfer, psychic control research, erasing monster consciousness for sale...
Perhaps he wasn't conducting human experiments but mass-producing weapons to increase power?
He craved power, whether controlling monsters or manufacturing weapons. Based on intuition, Qi Yuan vaguely concluded that he was someone with considerable strength and deep connections.
Scattered scenes continued to flash. Qi Yuan knew this was due to insufficient information, but it didn't matter. Since he chose to use prophetic dreams, he had made some preparations.
He had stripped away the original prophetic dream and added intuition and connection functions to it.
With his ability reaching SSS rank, as long as he wasn't trying to peek at the world's mysteries, the accuracy of predictions greatly improved.
Once this was over, he could switch the prophetic dream back to its original form.
Scenes rushed past him, quickly unfolding into new scenarios.
Both scenes showed Qi Yuan chatting with people.
Dr. Marlon's slightly drunk voice rang out: "For large quantities of humans and monsters, state-approved ones cooperate with official institutions for acquisition; unauthorized ones acquire monster limbs under other pretenses. In small countries or regions, it's much more chaotic."
The other conversation partner was Ms. Martha, who possessed spiritual vision abilities. Her voice was somewhat unclear.
"...Ability energy colors can be mottled, but it's not rare. I've met people whose ability energy was black and white mixed, looking exactly like the pandas of Dragon Country."
Fusion... black and white...
A black and white pattern flashed through his mind - the Yin-Yang Taiji symbol, with yin and yang opposing and intersecting, contradictory yet unified.
Monsters and humans, incompatible yet having points of intersection.
Then the scene shattered, and Qi Yuan floated, leaning against a car window, watching two people talking inside.
"This monster museum is the Former Ninth Seat Captain's property. Public servants like us can enter the museum without paying."
"But we'll pass on the captain's kindness. We fight monsters every day, we'd rather stay away from them," Su Ke complained.
The museum stood silently outside, and Qi Yuan remembered that fusion required large numbers of monsters.
Finally, the dream settled on him searching Former Ninth Seat Captain Wei Zhiming's page.
[Ability: Yin-Yang Fish]
A forum post was visible on a nearby phone, with clear comments.
[Don't the old generation have the right to rankings anymore? Nominating Former Ninth Seat Captain Wei Zhiming for T1 level]
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
