After drawing cards, the evil god became my source of吐槽 (tu cao, a form of humorous commentary/criti

Chapter 127 Action
The impact of this mysterious magnetic field is far more severe than anyone imagined.

A large chain of shopping malls naturally generates buzz.

On weekdays, it is bustling with people, capable of accommodating tens of thousands of shoppers at the same time. It is brightly lit, with billboards flashing day and night, like the heart of a steel forest.

Yet this place, so familiar to me, transformed into a true hell the moment the magnetic field suddenly descended.

According to the final statistics, more than 5,000 people were trapped inside.

Five thousand—that's a number that could completely paralyze any rescue system. Even the well-trained research department was thrown into disarray the moment they received the emergency message.

However, when everything settled down, fewer than three hundred survived.

The numbers lay coldly on the table, like a merciless hammer, striking everyone's heart.

A deathly silence fell over the entire research department's high-level conference room. The heavy curtains were drawn, the light was dim, and only the cold glow of the projection screen on the table shone brightly.

Everyone's faces were frozen, their expressions as hard as stone, and no one dared to speak first.

This is no longer a question of whether or not to suppress information.

In the past, for some small-scale magnetic field incidents, the research department could contact the public relations department to control public opinion, and rely on deleting posts, blocking information, and downplaying the news to drag out the storm.

But this time... out of five thousand people who went in, not even a fraction survived.

Blood, screams, despair—the survivors' accounts spread like a nightmare. The bloody truth could not be concealed.

Almost overnight, the Mysterious Magnetic Field, the Research Department, and the 404 Special Service Division were thrust into the spotlight.

Major media outlets rushed to report the story, with headlines increasingly sensational. Television stations broadcast the news on a loop, and the anchors' voices were unusually suppressed and trembling.

Online forums were abuzz with discussion, posts refreshing faster than anyone else's. Short video platforms were flooded with footage from survivors; in the blurry shots, people screamed, people cried out, lights flickered, and shadowy figures twisted and approached. Every frame delivered a powerful impact, sending chills down the spines of viewers.

Panic.

As the reports continued to escalate, the fears of ordinary people were amplified to an extreme degree.

Will the magnetic field appear downstairs from my apartment next time?

"I pass by the station every day on my way to and from get off work... what if it suddenly appears?"

"Will we have to write a will every time we go out in the future?"

Such remarks are commonplace.

Many people have even begun to refuse to enter crowded places. Shopping malls, train stations, and cinemas have seen a sharp decrease in foot traffic, and the streets are deserted.

Even schools and businesses were impacted; parents were afraid to send their children to school, and companies refused fieldwork for fear of employees being exposed to magnetic fields. In just a few days, economic activity suffered an unprecedented shock. The entire society seemed shrouded in a thick shadow.

The research department was forced to hold an emergency meeting.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was suffocatingly tense. The table was covered with the latest compiled documents, each one as heavy as a stone pressing down on everyone's shoulders.

"We must give the public an explanation," a middle-aged researcher said first, his voice hoarse.

"We can't let the panic continue to fester," another person chimed in.

"But we... haven't even figured out the patterns of how magnetic fields appear!" someone retorted in a trembling voice.

Within minutes, voices rose and fell, and arguments continued. Some advocated for concealment, some emphasized stability, and some angrily slammed their fists on the table, believing that inaction would be tantamount to self-destruction.

However, after several rounds of arguments, no substantial results were achieved.

The air was so oppressive it could suffocate you.

Just then, Xin stepped forward.

Her expression was calm, her back ramrod straight, but her eyes were as cold as ice. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough for everyone present to hear.

"Report your superpowers," she said, enunciating each word clearly. The entire room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in chaos.

"Are you crazy?!"

"If this gets reported, won't social order be completely thrown into chaos?"

"There are too few people with superpowers; they won't have any effect on calming people down!"

Yet, his expression remained completely unchanged.

“Continuing to conceal it will only amplify the fear,” she said coldly. “Minister He… has already bought us some time and trust. If we continue to run away, it will only render her efforts meaningless.”

When she said this, her eyes remained completely still, as if she had a heart of stone.

But An Jing could tell that her heart was churning.

Because she knew all too well that He Lin had died by Chi Chen's sword.

But now, Xin has no choice but to use the superpower given to him by Chi Chen as a weapon to appease public opinion.

That kind of feeling would probably break anyone.

An Jing didn't know how You Xin had managed to hold on. Every time An Jing visited her, the girl would simply shake her head and say:

"Since I have chosen to sit in this position, I cannot act impulsively. My reason will suppress my emotions. I will not ruin the cause that my master is so passionate about."

She spoke of it so casually, as if she could truly be invulnerable. But when An Jing heard it, her heart ached faintly.

She knew that You Xin was truly forcing herself to calm down, forcing herself to be as hard as iron. But this kind of hardness was ultimately forged with blood and tears.

Public opinion finally eased slightly after the revelation of the superpower.

The research department then released a detailed "Self-Rescue Guide to Mysterious Magnetic Fields" for the general public. It details how to maximize survival within a magnetic field, how to find a safe haven, how to use spatial properties to buy time, and how to send distress signals.

It even covers how to determine if someone around you has been mysteriously corrupted.

These measures have left people still fearful, but at least they are no longer completely hopeless. At least they know they are not complete lambs to the slaughter.

An Jing's admiration for You Xin grew stronger. But at the same time, she was also more worried about her.

She thought to herself that she could no longer just be a bystander.

She had to do something.

So, after a day of routine reporting, she gritted her teeth and made an application to You Xin.

He must carry out a mission alone, returning to the place where he first met Chichen to conduct reconnaissance.

The moment the application was submitted, Xin Ming froze. She looked up, staring intently at An Jing, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Why do you want to investigate this?" Her voice wasn't stern, but it carried an indescribable sense of suppression.

An Jing did not dodge the question and answered seriously: "Since Chi Chen first appeared there, perhaps... there is some kind of clue hidden there. Perhaps it can help me find out who she really is and what her purpose was in doing that."

Her eyes were resolute as she spoke. But she knew in her heart that even if she gained nothing, she had to go. She couldn't just do nothing and watch helplessly.

The air remained silent for a long time. Even the footsteps in the corridor outside the conference room could be heard clearly, as if amplified infinitely.

You Xin didn't agree immediately. She just stared at An Jing for a long time, as if trying to see through her heart. Finally, she slowly spoke:
"...Then go ahead. But remember, you must ensure your own safety."

Her voice was very low, yet extremely solemn.

An Jing nodded.

She knew this stemmed from Xin's trust in her. It was also a heavy entrustment, almost weighing on her shoulders.

(End of this chapter)