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Chapter 342 Albus—!
The group paused for a moment, and it took them quite a while to realize what "unaffected by the effects of the Spirit Binding Division" meant. Then, they all smiled knowingly.

I never expected that Xia Sheng, who has facial paralysis, would make such a joke.

"Well, thank you for your help." Li Guanqi paused for a moment and said softly.

He is not a 'polite' person; if someone offers to help, he will usually accept it gladly.

Moreover, the progress is slower than expected, and we really need to work overtime.

"Alright, then take it easy. Be careful not to let the effects affect you, or the Spirit Binding Division might break your spirit." Yu Wanyin waved her hand and pulled Tang Xin out.

Yu Wancha glanced at Li Guanqi, but didn't insist any further, and the group left the laboratory one after another.

Normally, in this scenario, they would naturally assume that Xia Sheng was just working an extra hour or two.

But the next morning, when Li Guanqi opened his eyes, he subconsciously looked at the bed opposite him.

empty.

The bed was made neatly, without a single wrinkle, as if no one had slept there the night before.

His heart skipped a beat, and he sat up.

During the morning physical training, Xia Sheng was still nowhere to be seen. In the three-kilometer cross-country race with weights, Li Guanqi led the way, but showed no joy when he reached the finish line, his eyes constantly searching through the crowd.

Yu Wancha ran to his side, panting, and looked around as well. The two exchanged a glance and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Xia Sheng still didn't show up for the afternoon's duel training.

Everyone on the training field was sweating profusely, except for their team, which was missing one person.

"He can't be that bad..." Li Guanqi muttered to himself, his brows furrowed.

Are they truly unaffected by the effects of the Spirit Binding Division?
As night fell, the laboratory's access control was reopened.

The four of them practically rushed over and pushed open the heavy iron door.

The scene before them froze the four of them in place.

In the laboratory, Xia Sheng stood with his back to them at the operating table, his movements precise and steady, like a tireless machine.

Beside him, used test tubes and glassware were piled up into a small mountain, and on the other side, a thick stack of manuscript paper recording experimental data was also piled up.

The space was filled with a faint smell of chemical reagents and a frantic focus.

"You—" Yu Wancha's throat was dry, and after a long while he said, "You've been here all day?"

Xia Sheng turned around upon hearing the sound, his face expressionless, simply stating a fact calmly.

“A total of 256 tests were completed.” He pointed to the thick stack of manuscript paper.

"All failed."

Two hundred and fifty-six kinds!

This number exploded like a bomb in the minds of the four people.

"The efficiency is lower than expected," Xia Sheng said calmly. "But we can catch up on the progress we've fallen behind in four more days."

"You want to rush for another four days?!" Li Guanqi's eyes widened as he looked him over with the gaze of a doctor. "How are you feeling? Is there anything wrong?"

"Dizziness? Heart palpitations? Blurred vision or something like that?"

A series of professional questions left the other three stunned.

Xia Sheng paused, a rare hint of relief appearing on his perpetually unchanging face. The familiar question gave him the illusion of returning to the Seventh Epoch.

"Oh, this."

"My body is a bit special, I don't need sleep."

That's half true and half false.

It's true that he doesn't need sleep; the reason it's not related to his physical condition, but to his experiences.

His 'post' in the underworld is the Reincarnation Snow Mountain. The staff at the Reincarnation Post have a unique characteristic—the gods of the underworld are blind, so they remain unaware.

The perception of time in the underworld is different from that in the mortal world. The interval between each time the god of the underworld opens his eyes varies, ranging from a few months to several years, decades, or even hundreds of years.

The total amount of sleep Xia Sheng has accumulated must be two or three thousand years.

For the staff of the Rebirth Snow Mountain team, every second of lucidity is a precious gift.

His contractual leave had long ended, but now his supervisor, Shen Shen, was exploiting a loophole in the contract to extend it for him. He could be recalled to the underworld at any time, and he hoped to be conscious for every second he could stay in the mortal world.

"Special physique? Innate Ox-Horse Divine Physique?" Li Guanqi asked in astonishment.

He was talented in both academics and martial arts, and didn't want any payment. Now he finally understood why Dr. Li still wanted to poach Gilsu at the last minute.

It's a top-tier innate Ox-Horse Sacred Body!
The group chuckled and, without further ado, quickly got to work and joined the experimental testing.

After half a month of practice, the three novices became much more skilled, but luck seemed to be against them. After 2,800 tests, they still hadn't gotten the one and only correct answer.

After working non-stop for five days, Xia Sheng's vision went black and he almost fainted. When he caught himself, his arm accidentally knocked over the test tubes on the table, making a crisp sound.

Li Guanqi was the first to react. He flashed to Xia Sheng's side, supporting his swaying body with one hand and placing his other hand on his wrist. As if sensing something, Xia Sheng's brows furrowed sharply.

You need to rest.

His tone left no room for argument; it wasn't advice from a friend, but more like a doctor issuing a diagnosis.

Hearing that familiar tone, Xia Sheng froze for a moment, then triggered a long-dormant switch and reflexively replied, "Okay."

He covered his head, walked to the chair by the wall, sat down, gently rested his head against the cold wall, and closed his eyes.

Less than an hour later, he suddenly opened his eyes again. His eyes were clear and showed no signs of fatigue. He got up and wanted to rejoin the experiment.

"Only an hour." Li Guanqi sighed softly, then took out his supercomputing ring, dialed his instructor's number, and got straight to the point, "Instructor, I'd like to ask for a few days' leave."

The other three were stunned.

According to regulations, training cannot be taken leave unless the patient is seriously ill.

They were silent for a moment, seemingly discussing something.

Just when Tang Xin and the others thought the call was about to be disconnected, Li Guanqi whispered, "Thank you."

He hung up the phone without looking up: "I'll take over tonight. You go back to your dorm and get a good night's sleep."

Tang Xin, Yu Wanyin, and Yu Wancha were stunned and stared wide-eyed.

Just like that... I got the leave?!

They didn't even give a reason, or specify how many days of leave they wanted, and they just got the leave?

Li Guanqi activated the trap card – [Dark Side Authority].

Until the end of the round, it is unaffected by the effects of the Spirit Binding.

Xia Sheng nodded thoughtfully, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and returned to the experiment. The two of them held the test tubes, their movements precise and their expressions serious, showing an indescribable sense of harmony.

Tang Xin looked at Li Guanqi's focused profile and unconsciously stopped what she was doing.

"A man who takes things seriously is really handsome." Yu Wanyin moved closer to Tang Xin at some point and spoke for her.

Tang Xin's cheeks flushed, she coughed lightly, and buried her head in her work, not daring to look any further.

"Hey, how far have things progressed between you two?" Yu Wanyin asked in a low voice, her gossip-loving nature piqued. "Don't try to fool me with that 'just friends' act."

"Did you kiss?" She raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Tang Xin's eyes dimmed: "Don't mention it, she didn't mean it that way."

She sighed, her tone full of helplessness.

Yu Wanyin looked up at Li Guanqi not far away and muttered softly, "Indeed, I always feel... he's been on guard against something."

After spending more than half a month together, they could sense the strange aura about Li Guanqi.

On the one hand, he is polite and considerate, strong in duels and in his work, and can chat with anyone and become friends with them.

On the other hand, he was like someone behind an invisible glass, guarding against everyone, including himself.

She can be close to everyone, yet distant from everyone.

Two completely opposite temperaments blended within him, creating an indescribable sense of contradiction.

After watching for a while, Yu Wanyin suddenly seemed to have discovered something new and mysteriously leaned close to Tang Xin's ear.

"Do you think he... might have a split personality?"

"You pig-headed idiot!" Tang Xin scolded, "Isn't it normal for people to behave differently in life, in duels, and in doing things?"

“Xia Sheng is not like that.” Yu Wanyin pursed her lips. “This person has a blank expression 24 hours a day.”

The two gazed at their respective 'targets' and sighed in unison, "Such strong resistance." (X2)

With seven days left until graduation, the progress is slowly catching up under the guidance of the two "liver kings" (those who work incredibly hard on their jobs). They have already tested 3,500 types of samples, and given their efficiency, testing 1,500 more in the next seven days should not be a problem.

The problem is—the materials are gone.

To be precise, the rare material, Abyssal Beast Marrow, is out of stock and needs to be mined on the spot, which takes time.

Abyssal beasts are not something that can be caught in a day or two.

"It's over." Upon receiving the message, Yu Wanyin's face turned deathly pale.

The other four also looked very uncomfortable.

"My luck is terrible," Tang Xin muttered. "I haven't won in three thousand five hundred tries."

Yu Wancha said coldly in a low voice, "Perhaps the materials were wrong to begin with."

Upon hearing this, Li Guanqi and Xia Sheng lowered their eyes in disappointment.

It's not surprising that people think that way. Yu Wancha was just expressing the concerns that an ordinary person would have. A formula without theoretical support or information sources is hard to convince people.

"I need to figure out how to pay back the three million," Yu Wanyin sighed. "I'm going to have to go back to the sea again."

Going into the sea in a physical sense.

The two siblings used to make a living by exploring the ocean, selling seafood, and robbing ships.

Tang Xin tapped her fingers and muttered, "Two books, ten thousand in royalties, fifty thousand from the Spirit Control Division."

"Don't worry." Li Guanqi thought for a moment and decided to explain to them clearly, "Those supplies were not bought with borrowed money, and we don't have to pay back the debt even if the experiment fails."

"Not a loan?" Tang Xin and the other two laymen were stunned. "Treasures worth tens of millions, given away for free? What kind of angel investor is this?"

Xia Sheng wasn't too surprised, he just nodded slightly.

Li Guanqi didn't elaborate further, only saying, "Let's wait and see. We'll make as many supplies as we have later."

"Even if we fail, we won't be punished; it will just mean a delayed graduation."

"This, how is this possible!" Tang Xin exclaimed. "Such a huge loss, someone has to bear the consequences."

Li Guanqi remained silent, and the topic was dropped.

Rabbit: "They're going crazy and you're going crazy too? How dare you approve these supplies?"

"Just pet him."

Rose: "Can we get bone marrow from the Abyss Beast from other places?"

Rabbit: "Seriously? At a time like this, you still want to keep going? Shouldn't you be cutting your losses?"

Swordsman: "Rose's judgment this time was indeed not cautious enough."

Mermaid: "You didn't actually take this role for real, did you?"

rabbit:"!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I was just kidding, are you really getting emotional?"

Rose: "What are you thinking about?"

"I just think he's right. When they were building the universe, did those scientists know they would succeed? Thirty years, how many resources did they waste, just to try and create a miracle at the last minute?"

The Shadow Mist Girl captured the keyword: "Miracle!"

Orange cat: "Meow—!"

Rose: "Teacher Tony is right!"

"Oh? Teacher, was the five hundred years of life you gained also the work of a eccentric doctor?"

There was a long silence in the group.

Rabbit: "This matter has spread within the Soul Control Bureau. Even if there are bone marrow sources elsewhere, the officials in charge there will not lend them out."

They're all saying—

"Twin flowers are mentally ill."

Qi Mengsi sighed dejectedly, leaned back in her chair, stared at the ceiling, and muttered to herself, "I'm mentally ill."

Just then, a cool voice rang in her mind, and the message appeared simultaneously in the group chat.

Blank: "The director should have it."

"Uncle Ma, go and try to get some information out of him."

The group of people who were chatting were taken aback and didn't react for a moment.

Mahjong: "Got it."

Thousands of miles away, deep in the ocean.

This is the most heavily guarded forbidden area of ​​the Soul Reaper's Division—the Deep Sea Black Prison, Akaz.

The entire prison is cast from an unknown black metal and is suspended in a dark trench thousands of meters below the surface, surrounded by terrifying water pressure strong enough to crush steel.

The prison has six levels, and the higher the level, the more important the prisoners. Even legendary figures who can tear through the void to teleport cannot break through the barrier of darkness. To reach the sixth level, one can only follow the procedures of the Soul-Binding Division step by step.

In the central control room, the alarm had never sounded so sharp and piercing.

[Warning! Warning! An unauthorized spatial rift has appeared in Sector B-1!]

[Energy Response Level - Legendary]

[High alert activated! The Hydra, the beast of hell, has been awakened.]

"Om-"

The heavy alloy gates slammed down, and a dark blue energy shield instantly covered the entire prison. Dozens of prison guards, dressed in heavy exoskeletons, were on high alert, their high-energy weapons aimed at the center of the monitoring room.

Space, like fragile glass, was torn open by a hand.

A pair of gleaming black leather shoes stepped out first.

Immediately afterwards, an elderly man dressed in a sharp suit with his hair neatly combed walked out slowly. He looked around, glanced at the cannon pointed at him and the tense prison guards, frowned, and exuded an air of authority without anger.

The executive officer in the monitoring room, a one-eyed burly man, twitched his facial muscles the moment he saw the person's face clearly.

"Put your guns down! Turn off all the sirens!"

He rushed forward, stopped abruptly in front of the old man, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Sorry, sir, the system didn't recognize you."

"Please, please give instructions."

The old man in the suit was Su Qing, codenamed Xiao Sixi. However, more than Su Qing, he had an even more important identity—Wang Shou's agent.

"The situation was rather urgent, so I didn't inform you beforehand." Xiao Sixi patted his suit, regaining his composure. "Lead the way, let's go see our old friend, the director."

The warden's heart skipped a beat. They were going to see the director?!

He dared not delay and immediately led the way.

The director was locked in the deepest, silent zone, a place of utter darkness, surrounded by black-spotted stones that could interfere with the vibrations of the iris, like an abyss.

Xiao Sixi couldn't understand it either. It was just a small loss of a few million, was it really necessary for him to find a clock to trick him into revealing the materials?

If it were a normal clock, it would be fine, but it's the director's.

The director's words were so cliché.

Xiao Sixi opened the door to the dark room, and a faint white light pierced through the darkness, illuminating the people inside.

The man was wearing a researcher's white lab coat, its original color long since obscured, stained with dirt and unidentified paint. He was disheveled, his hair a tangled mess like a clump of withered grass, staring blankly at the wall, muttering to himself in a mad manner.

Xiao Sixi always found it unbelievable whenever she saw this man.

Twelve Hours, directed by Carl Hesletti.

In the battle against the Pharaoh, he used a deck without the "Albus's Fallen" mark and consecutively summoned monsters such as "Dark God Dragon King", "Ice Sword Dragon", "Light and Darkness Dragon King", "True Flame Dragon White World Dragon", and "Herrscher Dragon" in Tier 0.

And successfully Special Summoned "Machine Golem Nightmare" to Pharaoh's field using "True Flame Dragon".

After a series of actions, he opened the god's heart and became the first man to trigger [Divine Joy].

Later, the Pharaoh switched to [Mechanical Puppet] and used it to burn blood. The director used all his cards, including [Beast of the Abyss] and [Snow White] from the graveyard, to successfully avoid the burning blood attack from [Mechanical Puppet].

Unfortunately, the Pharaoh [The Demon Strings Player] drew a hidden card – [Pot of Greed].

By combining [Pot of Greed] and [Ace of Grails], you can instantly obtain [Exodia].

The duel with the gods will only last one round.

Karl Hissletti did not get to turn his turn. In the end, holding the [Guiding Alber of the Death Prison] and the [Saintess of Hell, Caltesia], he was reduced to ashes by the scorching heat of the Demon God's Flame Cannon.

The director's abilities are among the most challenging in the entire clockwork of time. His wedge is a red thread, and the person implanted with the red thread is the 'actor'.

The most troublesome thing about actors is that they don't know they are actors.

Only when the director yells 'cut' or when extreme emotions arise will the actor remember that he is an actor, and a red light will flash in his pupils.

Under normal circumstances, it is extremely difficult to distinguish.

The other spies planted in the clock knew their mission and tasks, and would leave some traces and clues. But this actor was particularly difficult to find, very troublesome, like a time bomb.

What's even more disgusting is that even if the director dies, these actors will continue to act according to the script written by the director, and one of the essential tasks of this script is to revive the director.

But I never expected that the director would lose so much spiritual energy in this reincarnation.

Human spirituality refers to the combination of memory, emotions, and intelligence.

If it's not a duel within the domain, the only way to purify is to kill the person, but killing them directly will trigger the pollution within their body and won't sever the connection with the actor.

But if it's a duel in the realm—this person is crazy, how can we duel?

"director."

Xiao Sixi's voice rang out in the deathly silent cell, devoid of any emotion.

The huddled figure in the corner remained motionless, blending into the darkness.

"Karl Hisslettti".

He changed his address, but the madman still didn't react.

Xiao Sixi frowned slightly, suppressing his impatience, and uttered the somewhat awkward syllable.

"Albus."

The voice just fell.

"Clang——!"

A sharp, screeching sound of chains grinding against each other suddenly erupted in the darkness.

The mud-like shadow lunged forward like a madman, only to be held back by the iron chains on the wall, stopping just a step away from Xiao Sixi.

The dim light finally illuminated his face.

It was a face utterly distorted by madness and filth, except for its eyes, which shone with a terrifying brightness, burning with an obsession that seemed to incinerate everything.

"Albus..."

"Albus—!"

He roared, his withered arms stretching forward with all his might, his nails digging deep into his palms as if trying to grasp the illusory bubble before him.

“I am not Albus.” Xiao Sixi said calmly.

In short, it was like being doused with ice water.

The terrifying light in the madman's eyes dimmed instantly, and he slumped back down as if his bones had been removed, the chains making a weak, cracking sound.

He retreated back into that dark corner.

"It's not Albus...it's not Albus..."

"Albus...Albus...who is he..."

The low, broken murmurs rose again, sounding even more desperate than before.

To paraphrase a madman, it's a truly exhausting job.

Xiao Sixi's deep-set old eyes narrowed as he came up with an idea.

He stepped forward, his voice low and alluring: "You want to see Albus, don't you?"

The madman's murmurs stopped.

“Albus has hidden himself away,” Xiao Sixi said slowly. “He’s hidden in a very deep, dark place, but you can still smell his scent, the scent of a dragon.”

The figure in the corner trembled slightly; "dragon" was also a key word.

"Dragon, hahahaha," the madman muttered, his eyes glazed over, then suddenly let out a hoarse roar, "Dragons are the greatest race!"

“That’s right,” Xiao Sixi said, following the madman’s train of thought. “Dragons are the greatest race.”

"By consuming Albus, you can become a great dragon king."

“But to lure Albus out, we need one thing.” He paused, then revealed his true purpose.

"The marrow of a beast from the abyss."

The madman's breathing became heavy.

“Beasts of the abyss…marrow…” he repeated absentmindedly, as if savoring a word forgotten for a hundred years.

“Tell me where you hid them,” Xiao Sixi pressed.

The madman did not answer. He simply raised his head, staring intently at Xiao Sixi with his murky eyes that held a strange glint in them, and slowly opened his mouth, uttering a soft sound.

Xiao Sixi couldn't hear clearly and frowned slightly.

The madman in the corner beckoned to him, the movement slow and weak, as if he wanted him to come closer to listen.

A sense of doubt and wariness arose in Xiao Sixi's heart as he slowly approached.

He stopped when they were a meter apart, a distance that was enough for him to handle any unexpected situation.

When the madman saw him stop, his cloudy eyes moved, and he waved at him again. This time, his gaze revealed a childlike innocence and clarity.

Xiao Sixi frowned, then took another small step forward.

That's it.

"Hahaha--"

The director's eyes widened suddenly, and a stiff, hoarse laugh filled with endless malice exploded from his throat.

That trace of pure innocence was instantly devoured by madness. A deep red halo suddenly lit up at the location of his heart, and the eerie light pierced through the white coat!
Xiao Sixi's pupils suddenly contracted, alarm bells rang in his mind, and he pushed off with his feet, retreating rapidly!
Too late!
"Clang——!"

The black steel chains on the wall were stretched taut by a tremendous force, emitting a piercing wail!
The madman's entire body was enveloped in a crimson [Divine Flame Dragon] battle spirit, and he transformed into a blurry red shadow, traversing that distance at a speed that completely defied the laws of physics.

That wasn't human movement; it was more like the most primal predation of a wild beast!

Chokehold! Bite!
"Pfft!"

The sound of sharp teeth tearing through flesh was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent cell.

Xiao Sixi felt a sharp pain in his neck, and a warm liquid gushed out. He was knocked backward by the force of the impact.

After the excruciating pain, the instinct to save oneself is triggered.

"Om-!"

A dazzling golden halo suddenly expanded from his chest, and the holy light blasted the director who was rushing towards him away.

The director's body slammed heavily against the wall, but there was no pain on his face. Instead, he grinned with his blood-stained mouth and let out a roar like a dragon.

"Albus!"

He wasn't calling out; he was declaring.

The next moment, a huge crimson halo suddenly exploded on the seabed, centered on him!

Rumble——!
The entire deep-sea black prison, Akaz, was shaking violently, and terrifying undercurrents surged in the trench tens of thousands of meters below, turning countless marine creatures into dust under this force.

"Albus—!"

"Boom—!" An even more violent earthquake erupted from the seabed, and the intense heat turned the sixth floor crimson.

Fortunately, the Black Prison Akaz was built specifically to deal with this, with a full range of earthquake and high-temperature resistance facilities, argon-pressed chains, and black-spotted stones.

The red halo on the madman's chest quickly dimmed, and the ferocious light in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Xiao Sixi at the door was panting heavily, her heart pounding at its fastest, and the golden halo disappeared.

He never imagined that trying to get information out of him would almost cost him his life.

The Purger 9 group.

Mahjong: "Miss, this old servant has failed in his duty and was unable to extract any information from the director."

"He can't communicate."

"My mind is full of Albus."

Blank: "Thank you for your hard work."

Mahjong: "I can get some of the Abyss Beast marrow that Rose wants by pulling some strings."

Rose: "Thank you, Uncle Ma."

Mahjong: "I'd rather swallow my pride and beg someone than see this director."

For the sake of his image, he couldn't bring himself to say "Damn idiot".

In reality, the director wouldn't have such a strong desire to kill everyone. The main reason is that Xiao Sixi has a strong dragon clan leadership ability. If two people with the same clan leadership ability are too close, it will be provocative if they don't know each other.

It will stimulate one side's hunting instinct.

Leadership attracts, devours, deprives, and grows among its members, eventually selecting a king for that race, bestowing upon him the title of Leader.

Within the circle, the leader also has a nice nickname: Star.

Rumors say that when all 24 stars are collected, the stargate will be opened.

Humanity will have a chance to confront the gods.

Red and blue each hold one side.

One game decides the outcome.

(End of this chapter)