Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

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A gentle night breeze caressed my skin like a soft velvet cloth.

Wei Song leaned against a rock about half his height, feeling a chill on his back, and calmly looked ahead.

The warmth in my chest was still flowing slowly, like a miniature sun sleeping inside me, radiating a steady warmth that dispelled the chill of the wilderness.

Thirty-seven rescued people gathered together near the weeds not far away.

The night wind carried away their sobs and whispers, making them indistinct.

Some people huddled together, hugging their knees, their shoulders shrugging; others supported each other, checking each other's scrapes and bruises by the moonlight.

Several of the older ones, pale-faced and with vacant eyes, were still reeling from the fear they had just experienced.

Every few seconds, someone would steal a glance at Wei Song, their expression complex and hard to decipher.

There was gratitude for surviving a disaster, awe in the face of superpowers, and a touch of instinctive alienation.

After all, Wei Song had just calmly killed nine people in full view of everyone.

Although they were cult members, the act of killing itself was enough to terrify ordinary people.

Wei Song withdrew his gaze and waited quietly for the official in charge to appear.

Nine cult members' bodies, a bombed altar, thirty-seven victims—this is no small matter.

He, this newly awakened superhuman, is the core of the whole affair.

"Buzz..."

The roar of an engine came from afar, growing louder as it approached, tearing through the silence of the wilderness.

Wei Song looked up and saw three black SUVs speeding towards him from the direction of the city.

The car headlights cut through the night, casting long beams of light across the bumpy wasteland.

The car was moving very fast, kicking up a cloud of dust, and stopped fifty meters away from the crowd.

The car door opened, and more than ten people quickly got off, their movements efficient and their roles clearly defined.

Most of them wore dark gray uniforms with the same silver badges pinned to their chests.

Wei Song focused his gaze and, using the car headlights, made out the pattern: a soaring eagle with a burning flame clutched in its talons.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a buzz cut, a square face, thick eyebrows, and sharp, piercing eyes.

He was also wearing a dark gray uniform, but the style of the epaulets was different, and the edge of the badge had an extra ring of light gold patterns.

After getting out of the car, the middle-aged man's eyes immediately swept across the scene.

The gaze swept over the thirty-seven survivors, landed on the collapsed underground entrance, and finally settled on the nine black-robed corpses lying haphazardly.

His expression showed some surprise. "There's actually a level two cult deacon?"

Although it was dark, he could clearly see the wounds on the black-robed corpses.

The blackened hole between his eyebrows had smooth edges, as if it had been instantly carbonized by high temperatures.

A very faint smell, similar to burnt barbecue, lingered in the air.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his eyes, turned his gaze to Wei Song by the rock, and then strode over.

He stopped three steps away from Wei Song.

"I am Zhou Zhen, the leader of the third action team of the Jiangzhou City Supernatural Abilities Management Bureau."

After Zhou Zhen briefly identified himself, his gaze lingered on Wei Song's face, as if he were observing something.

"Did you save these people?"

"Um!"

Wei Song observed Zhou Zhen secretly. Zhou Zhen had broad, thick palms and large knuckles, and there were several small scars on the back of his hands.

Zhou Zhen ignored Wei Song's wariness and turned around to make a gesture to the person behind him.

"After examining the rescued individuals, the medical team carefully inquired about their addresses, people they had been in contact with, and so on..."

"The technical team went down to investigate, take photos, and collect all traces of residual energy, especially fragments of the altar."

"Be careful, there may be untriggered evil traps below."

After the order was given, more than ten people immediately sprang into action.

Four medical staff members quickly approached the rescued person and began to inquire and examine them in a gentle tone.

The other six people, carrying various instruments and flashlights, cautiously entered the underground entrance.

Their movements are professional and highly efficient.

Zhou Zhen did not follow them down. He stood there, his gaze sweeping over the rescued people as he listened to their fragmented accounts.

"It's that guy... he... his hands are emitting light..."

"Yes, it's like a little sun, very bright and very hot..."

"He blew up the altar in one go, and then...and then those people in black robes fell down..."

"It was too fast, we didn't even see it clearly..."

The sounds were chaotic, filled with the excitement and fear of surviving a disaster.

But the core message is clear: the young man outside conjured "a white bomb" with his bare hands and destroyed the altar.

Then he killed nine cult members.

Zhou Zhen listened, his expression not changing much, but the question in his eyes grew deeper.

He turned his head and looked at Wei Song again, his gaze holding something else.

"You... just awakened your special ability?"

Zhou Zhen's voice was very low, and only the two of them could hear it.

Wei Song nodded in agreement; there was nothing to hide.

"Just as I was about to be sacrificed, I suddenly awoke."

Zhou Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he remained silent for a moment.

The night wind passed between the two, carrying the earthy smell of the wilderness.

In the distance, the city lights stretched out in a continuous expanse, like a galaxy fallen to the ground.

Zhou Zhen was somewhat shocked. A level one superhuman could kill a level two cultist so easily.

Just a few hours earlier, this person was an ordinary person with "no special abilities".

"There have been previous examples of people awakening their abilities in dire circumstances, but this person's strength..."

Zhou Zhen took a deep breath and took out a silver badge from his pocket.

The badge was similar in style to the one on his chest, but smaller and without the gold trim around the edges.

He handed the badge to Wei Song, forcing a smile.

"The Great Yan Supernatural Abilities Management Bureau formally invites you to join. Of course, you can decline."

"But given your current status as an Awakened One... you've become a target for cults like the 'Cult of the End'."

"Once you're marked by them, the trouble will keep coming."

"By joining the management bureau, you can gain the protection, resources, and... avenues for growth of the Great Yan."

Wei Song looked down at the badge; the eagle and flame design exuded a chilling aura.

"Thank you for the invitation, Team Leader Zhou. I agree to join."

He reached out and took the badge; the metal tentacles were cold to the touch, but were quickly warmed by the warmth of his palm.

A smile appeared in Zhou Zhen's eyes, and he nodded.

"Get in the car, I'll briefly explain the situation to you on the way."

He turned and walked towards the middle SUV, opened the door, and Wei Song followed him in.

The car started, the engine hummed softly, and it turned around, heading towards the city lights.

The carriage was spacious, and besides the driver, there were only Zhou Zhen and Wei Song.

Zhou Zhen sat in the passenger seat and turned to look at Wei Song in the back seat.

"Our management agency is officially called the 'Great Flame Superpowered Person Management and Special Incident Handling Agency'."

"It is the only official agency in the Great Yan Kingdom that legally manages people with superpowers, covering all provinces, cities and counties across the country, and extending down to all townships."

"Its main functions are fourfold."

He held up his fingers and counted them one by one.

"First, eradicate cults. Traitors like the 'End of the World Cult' who have sided with the Abyss Rift are malignant tumors lurking in human society. Kill them one by one."

"Second, guarding the rifts. You should know that two hundred years ago, when the two worlds merged, abyssal rifts appeared all over the world. Although most of them were washed away by the 'giant mushroom,' there were always some that slipped through the net and needed to be guarded for a long time."

"Third, maintaining order. People with superpowers possess strength beyond that of ordinary people and must be restrained. The management bureau is responsible for supervision to ensure that people with superpowers do not abuse their abilities and endanger society."

"Finally, we will cultivate new talent. For new awakened individuals like you, we will provide systematic training and resources to help you grow rapidly and become a fighting force for the nation."

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Zhou Zhen paused for a moment after saying this.

"After joining the management bureau and registering, you can enjoy national subsidies, the amount of which fluctuates based on your ability level and contributions."

"There's also housing allocation. Single awakened individuals like you are usually allocated a two-bedroom apartment, fully furnished, ready to move in immediately."

"Family benefits: Your immediate family members will receive priority in areas such as medical care, education, and employment."

He spoke calmly, recounting each point to Wei Song, each word carrying a heavy weight.

These things, which he acquired in the blink of an eye, were dreams that were previously out of reach for him.

"Is this how people with superpowers are treated? I've only just awakened my abilities, and I'm already more sought after than some people with secure jobs in my previous life!"

Wei Song listened quietly, his gaze fixed on the window.

The SUV had already driven onto the smooth road, with rolling farmland on both sides, and the outline of the city in the distance becoming clearer and clearer.

Skyscrapers stand tall, lights gleam, and the scene overlaps once again with the imagery of my memories.

"Of course, rights and obligations are equal."

Zhou Zhen pulled Wei Song back from his wandering thoughts.

"Those with superpowers are prohibited from attacking ordinary people indiscriminately; violators will be severely punished."

"Important tasks must be obeyed and no one may refuse to perform them without a valid reason."

"Regular checkups and assessments are conducted to ensure a stable mental state and that the mind has not been contaminated by the abyss."

He glanced at Wei Song as he said this, and asked, "Can you accept this?"

"I can accept it."

Wei Song nodded; these were all obligations he was obligated to fulfill, and he did not object to them.

Zhou Zhen gave a soft "hmm," leaned back in his seat, and looked ahead.

The carriage was quiet for a moment, with only the hum of the engine and the rustling of the tires over the road.

Wei Song suddenly remembered something and broke the silence.

"How are the levels of superhumans classified?"

Zhou Zhen didn't turn around; his voice came from the passenger seat.

"You are now a Level 1 Awakened, having initially mastered superpowers, but your control is weak and the power is limited."

"Being able to precisely control one's superpowers qualifies one as a Level 2 controller. Developing multiple ways to utilize these abilities significantly enhances combat power, though this is only a general classification."

"Upon reaching level three, one is called a Grandmaster. Their understanding of superpowers reaches another level, and they can form a unique 'domain' or 'rule manifestation,' capable of controlling an entire city single-handedly."

He paused for a moment to think, "There are even higher realms beyond that, but they are still too far away for you."

"Don't aim too high, focus on improving yourself in the present moment."

Zhou Zhen turned his head and glanced at Wei Song.

"You should know that any awakened one is an exceptionally talented individual."

"Jiangzhou, the provincial capital, has a population of over ten million, but the number of registered Awakened is only a little over thirty thousand."

"My initial test results showed... no special abilities."

He had been struggling to find a job, but now he's become one in five hundred.

The carriage fell silent once again.

The view outside the window had transformed into city streets, with streetlights flashing by and casting flowing ribbons of light across the car window.

Wei Song looked at the neon signs, the hurried pedestrians, and this unfamiliar yet bustling world.

The warm current in his chest throbbed slightly, as if responding to his thoughts.

Half an hour later, the car entered a relatively quiet street.

Wei Song spoke again.

"Besides learning combat skills, how do people with superpowers improve and become stronger?"

Zhou Zhen did not answer immediately, but turned his head and gave Wei Song a deep look.

His gaze was complex, a mixture of admiration,感慨, and a hint of... barely perceptible wariness.

"Come to the management office tomorrow to report for duty, and someone will tell you the details."

He withdrew his gaze and looked ahead again.

"Rest tonight, we've already arranged your accommodation."

The car stopped in front of a high-rise apartment building with more than 20 floors.

The building features a modern glass curtain wall design, which glows dimly in the night.

There were uniformed security guards standing guard at the entrance. As soon as they saw the car stop, they immediately went forward and opened the car door.

"Team Leader Zhou."

The gatekeeper saluted, his movements were perfectly standard.

Zhou Zhen nodded and pointed at Wei Song.

"This is Wei Song, a new Awakened One. He lives on the seventh floor, room 702. Take him upstairs. The key is at the front desk."

"Yes."

The gatekeeper turned around and gestured for Wei Song to enter.

Wei Song opened the car door, and the night breeze blew in, carrying the city's unique car exhaust and food aromas.

He stood by the car, glanced back at Zhou Zhen, and nodded to him when he saw Zhou Zhen sitting inside.

"Report to the management headquarters at 9:00 AM tomorrow. Don't be late."

"The front desk will give you the address. Get some rest."

Then, the SUV's engine roared, it turned around, and quickly drove into the night, disappearing at the next intersection.

Wei Song withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked into the apartment lobby.

The hall was spacious, with a floor covered in gleaming marble tiles and a huge crystal chandelier overhead, emitting a soft glow.

A pretty young woman in a business suit sat at the front desk.

Seeing the gatekeeper bring Wei Song in, he immediately stood up and gave a standard smile.

"Hello, Mr. Wei."

She took a set of keys and an access card from the front desk drawer and handed them over with both hands.

"This is the key and access card for room 702. The room has been cleaned and all the necessities have been prepared."

"If you need anything, you can press the call bell in the room. There is someone on duty 24 hours a day."

Wei Song took the key and access card.

The key was cold, and the access card had the apartment's logo and room number printed on it.

"Thank you." He turned and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator is a transparent sightseeing elevator, offering views of the city's nightscape as you ascend.

The lights are like a sea, the buildings are like a forest, and the traffic is like a continuous weaving.

This world is far more prosperous than the Xiongshi County he remembers.

"Ding." The elevator stopped on the seventh floor.

The door slid open silently, revealing a thick carpet in the hallway that made no sound when stepped on.

On both sides were rows of tightly closed doors, each with a brass number plate on it.

Wei Song walked to the door of 702, inserted the key, and turned it.

"Click".

The door lock popped open, and he pushed the door open and went inside.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on automatically, casting a warm yellow glow.

Although it has two bedrooms and a living room, it is very spacious.

The living room connects to the open kitchen, and there is a small balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The furniture is all new: sofas, coffee tables, TV cabinets, dining tables and chairs. The styles are simple, but the quality is excellent.

Several decorative paintings hung on the wall, green plants were placed in the corner, and a faint smell of cleaning agent lingered in the air.

Wei Song closed the door, walked to the French windows, and drew back the curtains.

Outside the window is the night view of Jiangzhou City.

In the distance, the city skyline shimmered in the night, the outlines of skyscrapers clearly defined by the lights.

Nearby, the streets were bustling with traffic, neon signs were constantly changing colors, and pedestrians hurried by.

This is a strange yet bustling world.

Wei Song stood silently, his gaze passing over the city lights and looking into the distant, unseen darkness.

I thought of that dimly lit little house in Xiongshi County, and the people who lived there.

"Everything... will be alright."

He muttered to himself, unsure whether he was speaking to the original owner of this body or to himself.

Outside the window, the night was deep.

The city lights stay on all night.