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Chapter 215 Kunwu Camp

Dead silence.

It was as if the entire world had suddenly fallen silent.

Whether it was the surviving soldiers on the ruins, or the high-ranking officials of the Bureau of Surveillance, the core members of the Valley City Council, the heads of various agencies, and the people watching the live broadcast, everyone was shocked by this final scene.

The sinister and powerful calamity core, Qilin, finally disappeared in the blinding light.

Gucheng has been defended!
Wei Xuan lay collapsed in a pool of blood, his consciousness blurred, barely clinging to life.

His injuries were too severe; his heart was shattered and his organs were damaged. If it weren't for the profound system he followed, which combined internal and external cultivation, and the timely treatment he received from Li Xingduan, Ning Meng, and others using the Universal Card, he would probably have already perished.

"Ah..." The old chairman, a veteran of countless battles, spoke only faintly. "It's over..."

He closed his eyes in anguish, tears streaming down his face.

Although the group successfully eliminated the Orange Catastrophe, the price they paid was enormous.

Nearly half of the Dawn District was destroyed, and a large number of defense team members, police officers, and volunteers sacrificed their lives as a result...

"Ugh."

Yu Zizi looked up from beside an injured person, her face covered in soot and sweat, her eyes somewhat dazed.

She still held the medical needle about to be inserted in her hand, but her movements were stiff and frozen—because the injured person had completely stopped breathing and had no heartbeat.

It was too late to save them.

This is not an isolated case.

Only a minority can be saved in time.

The purple-haired police superintendent looked at the spot where Qilin'er had last disappeared, then at Wang Xi, who was standing there in a daze and speechless. In addition to the joy of victory, she felt an indescribable heaviness in her heart.

Ning Meng, Jiang Tianhao, Luo Yan, and other defense captains stood on the muddy ground, their expressions incredibly complex.

Beside the helicopter door, strong winds tore at the female reporter's business suit. She clung tightly to the door support, her voice piercing the roar of the rotors and shouting into the live broadcast:
"Destroyed! The disaster core has been completely destroyed!!"

Her hoarse voice was tinged with sobs, and the camera, despite shaking violently, remained focused on a man and a woman below.

"It was Mr. Wang Xi and Ms. Chu Nai who joined forces to defeat the disaster core! And the soldiers of our Gucheng Defense Force, the Public Security Bureau, and the Brave Association... Please allow me, as an ordinary citizen, to express my sincerest respect and gratitude to them!"

She suddenly collapsed to her knees in the cabin, unaware that her earpiece had slipped off. She just kept wiping away her tears and murmuring, "Thank you for protecting Gucheng. Everyone is safe now..."

At this moment.

Cheers of joy, tinged with tears of happiness, erupted spontaneously in various residential areas, shelters, and bunkers throughout Gucheng.

"Won!"

"we won!"

Some people sprang to their feet, screaming wildly; couples embraced and wept; and mothers holding their babies knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly…

A convenience store clerk in the Rust Belt district clutched his phone tightly; like many other residents, he received the announcement from the Observatory immediately.

"Emergency Notice - It has been confirmed that the orange disaster has been eliminated, and the highest level of combat readiness alert in Gucheng has been temporarily lifted."

The shop assistant finally breathed a sigh of relief, opened the freezer, took out a bottle of beer, and drank it all on the spot.

...

...

Chu Nai slowly landed beside Wang Xi. The moment she landed, her golden armor, the halberd in her hand, and the wings on her back vanished.

She resumed her normal attire, wearing a blue and white tight-fitting combat suit, her silver hair fluttering in the night wind, her gaze fixed on the young man.

Wang Xi silently walked to the spot where Qilin'er had disappeared, bent down to pick something up from the ground, and then stared blankly at the object in his hand.

"Brother Xi, what is this?"

Chu Nai walked to his side and asked curiously.

In Wang Xi's hand were five blood-stained, ancient copper coins, which were the broken pieces of the "Five-Coin Duck".

"Disaster assessment certificates," Wang Xi said softly, his eyes lowered. "There are five."

After saying that, the five copper coins in his hand transformed into five white wild cards.

— "Disaster Recovery Certificate (Item Card/White Two-Star/Cannot Be Upgraded)"

Wang Xi handed the five white cards to Chu Nai, who asked with some confusion, "Hmm?"

“The disaster was eliminated this time thanks to everyone’s concerted efforts,” Wang Xi said. “I have no right to possess or distribute them, so I handed them over to the Overlook Bureau.”

"..."

Chu Nai hesitated for a moment, then nodded and silently accepted the five "Disaster Core Certificates".

Wang Xi turned his head to look at the spot where Junior Brother Zhang had died, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Having experienced this disaster, he seemed to foresee that the mystical world of the future would also suffer a great calamity, just like the fairy tale world.

At the same time, it was also realized that—

Whether in the realm of fairy tales or the realm of mysticism, those "chosen ones" such as Godariel, Bev, and Zhang Fuyun... will all eventually become powerful, but they will all be defeated by corruption and demonization, and become terrifying beings.

Compared to hearing the goblin witch Gurusa's monologue in the "Sugar Witch" maze, Zhang Fuyun's dying plea for help this time shocked Wang Xi and weighed heavily on his heart.

In a daze, he inexplicably felt that he had been given a mission—to save the other world, which was also to save the main world.

Saving others is saving yourself.

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...

Late into the night.

Medical Department, Yongxie Building.

The VIP ward was shrouded in a solemn and tense atmosphere, with an invisible pressure permeating the air beneath the pungent smell of disinfectant.

Jiang Tianhao leaned against the cold wall, his thick arms wrapped in bandages, staring at the closed door of the intensive care unit, his brows furrowed.

He was surrounded by defense captains Luo Yan and Ning Meng, as well as Director Deng Tang and several high-ranking officials who rushed over from the Overlooking Bureau.

Everyone's face was etched with exhaustion and worry.

"Brother Li," Jiang Tianhao said in a low voice, turning to Li Xingduan, who was standing by the window with a pale face, "How is Old Master Wei...?"

Li Xingduan slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, his exhaustion masking deep pain and self-reproach. He looked towards the intensive care unit, his lips moving slightly: "The heart was repaired using a nanomedical device, but..."

He paused, as if each word weighed a ton.

"I've damaged the teacher's foundation, and given his advanced age, I wonder if he'll..."

"Ugh."

A heavy sigh rang out.

Chairman Wei is not only the helmsman of the Brave Association, but also the pillar of strength among the extraordinary individuals in Gucheng. If anything were to happen to him, it would be like adding insult to injury for Gucheng, which has just suffered a major blow.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Wang Xi appeared, with Chu Nai beside him.

He hadn't had time to change out of his combat uniform, which was stained with dust and blood. His face was equally tired, but his steps remained steady.

All eyes turned to him, filled with admiration, gratitude, and a barely perceptible expectation—Wang Xi had played a pivotal role in this disaster, almost single-handedly turning the tide in the most critical moments.

"Brother Li, how's the situation?" Wang Xi asked in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and toward the intensive care unit.

Li Xingduan shook his head heavily.

Just as the atmosphere reached its most oppressive point, the door to the intensive care unit was gently pushed open. A doctor in a white coat leaned out and whispered, "Mr. Wei has woken up. Please all those in charge come in for a moment; he has something to say."

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Everyone looked at each other.

Could it be that he is making arrangements for his death?

This thought weighed heavily on everyone's mind.

Wang Xi said in a deep voice, "Go inside, all of you."

The group filed in, making their footsteps as quiet as possible.

The ward was unusually quiet, with only the rhythmic beeping of the medical equipment. Wei Xuan leaned against the bed, his face pale, an oxygen tube inserted into his throat, but his eyes, which had seen so much in life, shone brightly.

He looked at the crowd surrounding the hospital bed, their expressions solemn as if attending a farewell ceremony, and a very faint upward twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What are you doing?" His voice was hoarse and weak, yet it carried a hint of inappropriate mockery: "What kind of expressions are you all making? I'm not even dead yet, and you're already holding a memorial service? Cough... Payday is just around the corner, and my old man's salary can't be reduced by a single penny!"

This familiar, stubborn tone startled everyone for a moment, and then the pressure in their hearts instantly eased by more than half.

Director Deng was the first to react. His lips twitched, but he managed to suppress his emotions: "Old Wei! What time is it? You're still thinking about that little bit of salary!"

“Teacher…” Li Xingduan’s voice trembled slightly, a mixture of relief and heartache for his teacher’s forced attempt at humor. “I’m sorry.”

Wei Xuan's gaze slowly swept over everyone, finally settling on Li Xingduan's face. The faint smile disappeared, replaced by extreme seriousness and solemnity: "Xingduan, there's no need to feel guilty anymore. The abilities of the Disaster Core are incredibly diverse. Every time we, the professional warriors, fight against a disaster, we are wrestling with death itself."

Li Xingduan was moved by these words, but he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

He not only severely injured his beloved teacher, but also personally murdered many of his companions, which caused him great suffering.

Then Wei Xuan's gaze deepened, and he said slowly:

"I'm old... I'm not as strong as I used to be. If it weren't for Wang Xi, Section Chief Chu and Mr. Gu covering for me in the fight just now, this old body of mine would have really given up there."

He took a breath and looked at his student: "Xingduan, this burden of the Brave Association is too heavy for me to bear... You've been with me for many years, and you've been through a lot, so I'll hand over the position of chairman and my 'Mountain Guardian Martial Artist' card set to you."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. Was the old chairman planning to retire?!
“Teacher! No!” Li Xingduan was struck dumb. He looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief and intense shame: “What have I done to deserve this… Besides, Wang Xi is more suitable than me.”

He pointed to the young man beside him, his tone resolute:
"Wang Xi's performance is evident to all. In terms of strength and achievements, he should be in charge of the Gucheng Brave Association. He will be the youngest Brave Association president in the Shanhai Federation!"

In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on Wang Xi.

You could hear a pin drop in the ward.

Wang Xi himself was stunned.

President of the Gu Cheng Yong Association?

This sudden suggestion was completely unexpected. He looked at Wei Xuan on the hospital bed; the old chairman's cloudy eyes were deep and unreadable, revealing neither agreement nor disagreement.

Looking at Li Xingduan again, his eyes were filled with pure advocacy.

At this crucial moment of silence, a series of unhurried footsteps sounded at the ward door.

Gu Li has arrived.

His signature sunglasses obscured his gaze, but couldn't conceal the invisible pressure emanating from him. Li Xingduan, Ning Meng, Jiang Tianhao, and the others immediately greeted him:

"Mr. Gu."

"Ah."

Gu Li nodded slightly in response, his gaze lingering briefly on Wang Xi's face, yet it seemed to convey a thousand words—not praise or encouragement, but rather a subtle signal of restraint.

Then, he looked at Li Xingduan and said calmly, "Chairman Wei has made up his mind. Mr. Li, please do not refuse anymore. The Yongxie Association urgently needs a stable person who is familiar with Gucheng to take charge of the overall situation, and you are extremely suitable in terms of both qualifications and ability."

Then, he turned to Wei Xuan and said, "President Wei, please take good care of yourself."

The tone left no room for doubt.

Wei Xuan closed his eyes and nodded slightly, seemingly expecting this, and also exhausted.

Gu Li then turned to Wang Xi: "Come with me."

"Hmm?" Wang Xi asked, slightly puzzled.

He exchanged glances with the others, then looked at Chu Nai beside him. The silver-haired girl seemed to know something, tugged at his sleeve, and nodded.

Not a moment.

On the spacious terrace of the medical department building, the cool air carried the smell of disinfectant.

"The reason I didn't let you take over as president earlier wasn't to pressure you, but because I had other plans," Gu Li said bluntly, his voice low and hoarse.

"Other arrangements?"

Wang Xi looked at him with suspicion, waiting for him to continue.

“Mr. Zhu Yi was informed of tonight’s events immediately.” Gu Li nodded, his tone respectful as he mentioned the name: “The old man rarely appoints people personally, but he sent me a encrypted message with a very high opinion of you.”

Gu Li took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Wang Xi.

Wang Xi gently shook his head, indicating that he would not smoke.

Gu Li lit his cigarette and puffed out smoke: "He said that although you're not quite a 'Grand Master' yet, you're not far off."

"More importantly, your growth rate is unusually fast, you are obviously very talented, and you do not yet have the marks of a powerful family or conglomerate. You are a rare person with impeccable family background..."

"Isn't the golden scale just a thing in the pond? It turns into a dragon when it encounters the storm."

Gu Li paused for a moment, then sighed:
"What Old Zhu means is that Gucheng is no longer a place for you."

Wang Xi had a vague guess in his mind.

At that moment, Mr. Gu took a deep drag on his cigarette, the butt glowing brightly, and slowly exhaled three words:

"Kunwu Camp".

"Hmm?" Wang Xi looked puzzled.

Kunwu Camp...

what is this?
Immediately, Gu Li explained:

"The five great nations each have their own elite clubs, dedicated to cultivating outstanding geniuses and extraordinary individuals."

"And the 'Kunwu Camp' is the elite club of our Mountain and Sea Federation, which brings together young monsters from various states and top universities in the Federation, and is jointly guided by the 'Weitai' of the Nine Provinces Governor's Office and the Supreme Council directly under the Central Continent Council."

"Those invited to the Kunwu Camp are all future 'Grand Marshals,' the core reserve force of the Mountain and Sea Federation to resist major disasters... and a sacred place that countless young talents dream of."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xi was deeply shocked.

A training base that gathers geniuses from across the Federation?

"Old Zhu wants to recommend you directly, skipping the tedious procedures." Gu Li chuckled. "I haven't been to that place, but I can tell you with certainty... it's a place where hidden talents abound, the competition is fierce, but it's definitely the place that the world's best talents yearn for the most."

"Almost every graduate who leaves the 'Kunwu Camp' is able to earn a place in the 'Shan Hai Register' and become a capable 'Taiyu'."

“And the most outstanding student each year…” Gu Li’s voice carried a rare hint of solemnity and longing, “will be exceptionally granted the title of ‘Disaster Hunter.’”

"Disaster Hunter?" Wang Xi had never heard of such a title before, but he could still feel the oppressive atmosphere it contained.

"Yes, 'Disaster Hunt'."

Gu Li nodded.

"If 'Taiyu' is the guardian deity of major cities, then 'Caesar Hunter' is the ultimate hunter patrolling the Nine Provinces, pursuing the core of calamity."

"The 'List of Mountains and Seas' records over 500 individuals with the title of Taiyu, but excluding those who have sacrificed their lives or retired, only about 300 are currently in active service and capable of handling high-level disasters."

"As for 'Disaster Hunter,' it is usually an advancement from the most elite 'Grand Master,' and there are currently no more than one hundred of them in the entire Federation."

"They are the experts who specialize in handling orange-level and above disasters, carrying out high-risk missions across borders, and even exploring unknown and forbidden zones."

“Each ‘Disaster Hunter’ has a unique serial number, extremely high authority, and a responsibility as heavy as a mountain. They must not only hunt down the most dangerous sources of disaster within the Federation, but also participate in joint operations of the five major powers, traveling the world to deal with world-ending threats that conventional forces cannot handle.”

"What Mr. Zhu values ​​is your future."

Wang Xi remained silent for a long time, digesting this massive and shocking information. He had thought that "Taiyu" was the pinnacle of the Federation's military strength, but he never expected that it was just a stop on the mountainside, and that there were still stars and seas above.

His gaze, peering through the glass of the terrace, seemed to see a wider world and endless challenges.

Finally, Wang Xi looked at Gu Li and said seriously:

"Mr. Gu, I want to join the 'Kunwu Camp'!"

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The next day.

Overlooking the top officials of the Bureau, representatives of the Defense Force, and surviving members of the Valley City Council, an emergency press conference was held. In addition to announcing the end of the disaster and the start of reconstruction, the conference also highlighted the merits of key figures.

On camera, Wang Xi's name is listed alongside Chu Nai, Gu Li, and Wei Xuan, becoming a symbolic figure in the rescue of Gucheng.

The people's gratitude surged like a tide towards all the participants, especially Wang Xina's heroic figure who went against the tide and turned the tide, which was repeatedly praised.

After the press conference, Wang Xi found Chu Nai in her dressing room.

He revealed everything about the Kunwu Camp and the Disaster Hunt.

"Kunwu Camp..." Chu Nai's reaction surprised Wang Xi. It wasn't surprise, but a calm understanding, even with a faint smile: "Yes, I know, because I also received an invitation letter from Dongzhou University."

Wang Xi was stunned: "You received it too?"

His surprise was not because he thought Chu Nai was unworthy of the invitation; on the contrary, Chu Nai's strength surpassed that of an ordinary "Taiyu".

This is truly incomprehensible.

What else could Chu Nai do at the "Kunwu Camp"?
It's a case of "dimensional reduction attack"!
Chu Nai looked at Wang Xi with a hint of warmth that was hard to detect, yet she was extremely serious: "Kunwu Camp is not just a place to train 'Taiyu'..."

"That place gathers the top talents and the most valuable disaster relief experience from all over the world. Even with my current strength, I can't guarantee that I will be the 'best' one in the camp."

“Brother Xi, although I don’t have lofty dreams, I do have a heart that wants to end the disaster and protect our homeland… What I need is not just strength, but also responsibility, tactical coordination, strategic vision, and the ability to understand and deal with the complex situation in the world.”

She paused, then emphasized:

"The higher our strength becomes, the more terrifying the challenges we face in every action and every exploration. Only by constantly becoming stronger can we truly protect everything we cherish."

"Saving others is saving yourself...isn't that right?"

Wang Xi's fingertips unconsciously touched his pocket, where a white wild card lay quietly.

It is one of the five "Disaster Core Certificates" formed from the fragments of the "Five-Coin Duck".

As decided by the Bureau of Overlooking Recognition, he, Chu Nai, Gu Li, Ning Meng, and Wei Xuan were each assigned one.

Touching the "Disaster Verification Certificate," Wang Xi seemed to feel a heavy yet clear sense of mission.

The mysterious realm that Qilin'er Zhang Fuyun pointed to was inseparable from the calamities of the main world, which were like entwined poisonous vines.

The other world needs saving, and so does the main world.

No matter the world, all beings suffer, and what Wang Xi cherishes and the friends he makes must be protected.

He looked into Chu Nai's clear yet incredibly determined eyes and had no more hesitation.

Kunwu Camp—will be their starting point on the path to the pinnacle of power.

His ability to travel between worlds, coupled with Chaos's help, allowed him to progress rapidly, but a reasonable explanation is still needed.

Then "Kunwu Camp" is the best choice.

“Okay.” Wang Xi nodded, his voice deep yet powerful: “Let’s go to Kunwu Camp together.”

(End of this chapter)