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]
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
