I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

An operation that was supposed to be a sure thing was also a test for them. However, this time the target of the test was different. It was not Liu Mengxian, but humans.

They went there with the confidence that they would definitely succeed; the probing was just a side effect. Once it was done, they would have the upper hand in all future actions. But it all fell apart like this.

Humans will refuse to resist, which is expected by a few of the sequence-level beings. But that's how it is; their resistance is useless. In the face of absolute power, verbal expressions are meaningless.

However, the fact that humans were able to almost annihilate dozens of SSS-class creatures was something they could not have foreseen at all!

The worst part is that two beings from the Reaper and Tyrant races who could have become Sequence-level beings are gone, and even Kunwu died there, practically crushing their future wings.

It's quite normal for a few Sequence-level creatures to become enraged as a result.

But they could do nothing but rage, since there were still people above them keeping them in check.

Trying to cause trouble now? Are you looking for death?

The dozen or so SSS-level monsters that escaped did not return; most of them went to other places to rule and dominate. The ghosts would never come back to be under their rule!

It's not impossible that when they return, they'll be brutally killed by the enraged Sequence-class beings.

The several Rank 3 individuals felt as if they had swallowed a fly, and not just any fly, but one that contained excrement and poison. Their mood was absolutely terrible.

"..."

The tyrant turned and left, his footsteps shattering the ground with each step, creating a deafening roar. His figure, taller than most mountains, traversed the Kilimanjaro range and gradually disappeared from sight.

"hiss--"

The Skeleton Hunter also left, its snow-white body nimbly darting between the mountains, disappearing in an instant.

The sequence-level units were never truly united; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to consider each other enemies. They were only temporarily brought together by an external enemy.

Now that their operation has encountered setbacks, there is no need for them to continue to cooperate. At most, they will only join forces again when a sufficiently powerful external enemy invades.

In fact, the former Tibet Province, the Crimson-level occupied area, was essentially one of the strongholds of mutated species. However, the Sequence-level beings there did not have the ability to command the SSS-level beings. They would only unite against external enemies when they encountered them. Before the Battle of the Mountains and Seas, no one except Liu Mengxian was suitable for this position.

Only after the Battle of the Mountains and Seas did all the mutated species feel threatened, which led to this action.

Several sequence-level beings intend to use them as a starting point to integrate powerful mutated species scattered throughout the world. When these are gathered together, they will form an indescribable super-powerful force, greatly increasing their influence in the fight against Liu Mengxian.

But all of these attempts failed, and it's basically impossible to try again.

Following the Tyrant and the Skeleton Hunter, the Mirage Dragon also disappeared into the clouds.

.........

On the other side of Mount Kilimanjaro, the mirage dragon shone with a layer of seven-colored light, transformed into the form of Qing, and landed on a mountaintop.

Someone was already waiting on this hilltop.

He was tall and muscular, nearly two meters tall, yet not rough-looking. He had a fierce appearance, and the air around him seemed to be forced to flee by an invisible pressure emanating from him.

"tyrant......"

Qing slowly opened his mouth and called out a name that would shock countless people. Hearing this call, the burly man turned around and said:

"What's the matter?"

What are your plans after this?

Qing asked directly, and the tyrant replied just as decisively: "I plan to go into human society to take a look, because we know too little about them right now."

The tyrant's thoughts at this moment were terrifying. Given his current appearance, it was entirely possible for him to evade human surveillance systems. The consequences of such a terrifying being infiltrating a human city were horrifying.

The conversation between her and him at this moment seemed no different from that of ordinary human conversations, with no apparent difference.

If there's anything about it, it's that it's its unique appearance.

He countered, "I heard you fought that guy all in black? What happened?"

"You want to try it too?" Qing glanced at him and asked back, her eyes filled with utter indifference and icy coldness.

"never mind."

The tyrant let out a long breath, then leaped into the air like a cannonball, soaring straight into the clouds.

This time it was really gone. Qing watched the tyrant gradually shrink into a small dot in his field of vision and began to make his own plans.

.............

"Sister Mo Sheng, I'm here."

That evening, Yan Ziming met with Mo Sheng as promised. Mo Sheng had prepared tea and was waiting for her arrival at the government building in Bei'an City.

"Come on in, have a seat."

Mo Sheng warmly welcomed her in, making Yan Ziming feel extremely uncomfortable. She decided not to force herself and directly pointed out:

"Sister Mo Sheng, come on! It's like a weasel paying respects to a chicken. It's giving me the creeps!"

"You brat, I've been so good to you, and this is how you treat me? If I'm a weasel, then you're... you know what?"

"Of course not! I'm a person who keeps to myself!"

Yan Ziming gladly took a seat, and seeing the lavish spread on the table, he knew at a glance that Mo Sheng had something to ask of him.

Moreover, it must be something very difficult to talk about, something that must have put her in a difficult position, which is why she's being so enthusiastic, making it easier to talk to her later.

"Sister Mo Sheng, just say what's on your mind."

"Alright, then I won't be coy. You told me about you and Mu Mu a long time ago, right? I'm on the same page as you, so I've always supported you..."

Mo Sheng started by recounting the events from the past, and Yan Ziming listened patiently. After a few sentences, she roughly understood what Mo Sheng wanted to talk to her about.

"This morning, Mu Mu consulted me, saying she's getting married. You know, I was really shocked! I completely understand that feeling, and I'm incredibly envious of you two. I sincerely wish you all the best, but... there are some things you might have to do in a bit of a compromise..."

"Of course I know this is very unfair to you all, but after discussing it with the seniors, it seems I'm the only one who can play the bad guy..."

At this point, Mo Sheng also showed a very troubled expression, and said with difficulty:

"It's just... could you please keep your wedding simple and have it at home instead of making a big fuss?"

101. A long talk all night long

"Well... if you're going to have a wedding, could you please not make it a public affair? It would be better to just have it at home?"

Mo Sheng spoke with great difficulty, his hands crumpling the fabric between his knees into a ball.

After all those kind words and build-up, she's finally saying it now, but it feels a bit too heavy coming from someone who's also Yuriko.

It was as if I had betrayed something.

But there was no other way; among the decision-makers in China, she had the best relationship with Yan Ziming, and no one else could take on the role.

"Hmm... I understand what you're trying to say, Sister Mo Sheng. I get it."

Yan Ziming wasn't angry. He calmly took Mo Sheng's tightly clenched hands in his. Mo Sheng was still somewhat dazed.

"I'm so glad you understand... You have to believe that I genuinely wish you both well! But in this matter, it really means you... and we'll have to make things difficult for you..."

Yan Ziming took off her shoes, her black stockings causing her to sink slightly into the sofa. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, lost in thought.

She felt that what Mo Sheng said was true and credible, because Mo Sheng and Xue Yunling were indeed a couple, which was beyond doubt.

Given time, they will surely get married, but due to the limitations of modern values ​​and their status as high-ranking national officials, their weddings are destined to be small and can only be kept private.

Isn't it too harsh to hold a wedding in this way, given that it's such an important occasion?

But it is what it is.

"Because our influence on society is just too great, too immense. The public has a tendency to blindly follow. It's not to say that everyone will be led astray by us, but if the rumors spread widely, it's like opening a breach, which could potentially leave a huge hidden danger for the country..."

"Yes, I understand all of that," Yan Ziming replied calmly.

Mo Sheng suddenly looked up, staring intently at her. "I consider myself to know you quite well. Now I'm asking you, if you can understand, can you do it?"

Yan Ziming gently shook her head. Mo Sheng knew there was more to come, so she continued to look at her.

Sure enough, the next second, Yan Ziming said, "We planned our wedding not to be known by the whole world. After all, it has an impact, since we are both big celebrities."

"But it would be too much to just have it at home. I should at least invite my friends, right? Otherwise it would be too lonely. I was even thinking of inviting you, Sister Mo Sheng, over."

These words seemed to strike a chord with Mo Sheng, who immediately became emotional, stood up, and said righteously:

"Yeah, that's right! How can they do that! I'm going back right now to talk back to those old fogies! Zimo, you have to know that I'll always support you!"

"Hey, hey, hey, Sister Mo Sheng, don't be impulsive. Also, you let it slip, didn't you?"

Mo Sheng was slightly taken aback, then smiled sweetly: "I was referring to all the senior figures, where did I slip up?"

"...No, I didn't let it slip." Yan Ziming said, embarrassed.

"But Sister Mo Sheng, you don't need to tell me about this so hastily. The date hasn't been set yet, so it will definitely take a long time."

Mo Sheng sighed.

"Sigh... No matter what, I'm sorry to have wronged you all in this matter, Zimo. If you ever need anything in the future, you can always ask me for help. As long as it's something I can handle."

The state made them make significant concessions on the important issue of marriage, so there must be compensation in exchange, otherwise it is easy to cause estrangement.

Given China's current national strength, as long as it's not a matter of principle, it's not impossible to pluck the stars from the sky.

Yan Ziming smiled broadly, "Okay, Mo Sheng, you have to keep your word, or I'll have Mu Mu come knocking on your door and bother you to death!"

"You brat, you're threatening me now!"

Mo Sheng waved her little fist at her and punched her lightly before realizing that Yan Ziming seemed to be a little different, with a subtle, unique aura about him.