The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Chen Guan clicked on it.

The post was extremely long, divided into several sections, covering everything from the ritual structure of Astaroth to the levels of the six-winged projection, from the cost of Liu Xiao's contract to the final way Chen Guan's side broke the deadlock, leaving no detail undisclosed and presenting a clear and organized account.

He didn't care much about any of that; he was the one who fought to the very end, and he knew the process better than anyone else.

What truly stopped him from scrolling was the supplementary analysis at the very end of the post.

The content included two screenshots, which were distant views taken from different angles. The resolution was not high, but the outlines were still visible.

In the scene, on the edge of the battlefield, high above the city's buildings, stand two figures.

One male and one female.

The original post reads:

[Note these two screenshots. Both of them were present throughout the entire battle, but they didn't participate in the fight at all; they were just bystanders.]

After comparing information from multiple sources, the identity can be basically confirmed.

To achieve the same level of image clarity as mine, you'll need a smooth-running device, which I purchased from "GG Seat Rental."

[Just kidding everyone, but I also hope my clients will be kind to me. Okay, back to the main topic.]

[The woman is Su Jin. This name might be unfamiliar to some, so let me put it another way: she is Su Yuehe's mother and the Speaker of the Human Council. I won't go into too much detail about her strength, but she's at least at the tenth rank.]

[The male is An Changsong, president of the Superpower Association, and father of An Changqing. His known strength is at the twelfth level.]

Chen Guan's thumb stopped on the screen. "Damn, why didn't you say so earlier?"

When did these two large Buddha statues arrive?

He scrolled down to the comments section, which was already in an uproar.

So these two just stood there watching a group of students fight to the death against the demon projection??

Don't rush to criticize; maybe they're just trying to protect the situation, preventing it from spiraling out of control.

[A safety net? Why didn't they intervene when the six-winged projection nearly leveled the entire theater? What if those kids couldn't hold on?]

[I can understand Su Jin; her daughter wasn't inside, so it's normal for her to watch the commotion. But what's with An Changsong? Doesn't An Changqing know him?]

[The person upstairs didn't do their homework, did they? An Changsong and An Changqing aren't very close; there's some conflict between them, but An Changsong still loves An Changqing.]

To put it bluntly, it's just indifference.

[I don't think it's that simple. Two powerful individuals appearing around the battlefield simultaneously without intervening at all doesn't seem like they just came to check things out on a whim.]

[It's chilling to think about. Does anyone remember that this whole thing started because An Changsong sent his simple-minded son?]

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

The comments section was filled with "Holy crap!" After searching for a long time without finding anything, Chen Guan closed the comments section.

The comment is correct.

The cause of this matter was indeed An Changsong.

According to An Changqing, he came to the Liu family manor because of his father, and he even brought them along.

There are two possibilities for An Changsong's presence here today.

First, it was a coincidence that he arrived immediately after the incident, unaware of what was about to happen.

Secondly, it was a conspiracy. He knew about it from the beginning, but he still deliberately sent An Changqing.

If it's the former, that's fine; it's just a matter of the protagonist's fate—wherever he goes, trouble follows. But if it's the latter, then it's troublesome.

……

Three days in a flash.

Three days is neither a long nor a short time.

Chen Guan spent most of his time sleeping.

My left arm was wrapped in bandages. The coolness of the ointment began to subside on the second day, and a faint burning sensation rose up, with waves of writhing burning pain coming from the gaps in my bones.

He didn't mention it to anyone, as it would only cause unnecessary worry.

Chen Guan didn't mention the matter of the two elders who were watching. He realized that these families all had some secrets.

I'm so angry and cold! This version of the rich second generation is still too powerful. Strengthen the time travelers!

On the morning of the third day, the official notification was delivered to Huaqing College.

Chen Guan was awakened by Long Ao.

"Get up, the notice has been issued."

Chen Guan sat up in bed, rubbed his face with his right hand, and his throat still felt tired from not being fully awake.

What time should we meet?

"6:30."

Long Ao's footsteps faded away outside the door.

Chen Guan sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, then looked down at his left arm. The black seepage from the edge of the bandage was a shade darker than yesterday.

At this moment, Baal's voice rang out, sounding incredibly energetic.

"Wow, the color has gotten darker again. Your arm is really resilient; it hasn't necrotized yet."

"Lord Baal is kindly reminding you that this thing won't be fun if it spreads to your shoulder; your whole arm will be ruined."

Chen Guan slung his coat over his shoulder with one hand, then used his teeth to bite the cuff and tuck his left arm inside.

Then he opened the door and walked into the corridor. It was six o'clock, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

Arguing with Barr is a waste of time; he had already figured that out long ago.

Downstairs, An Changqing was already standing there. His right arm sling had been removed, and he had even moved it around a bit, showing that he was recovering well.

Long Ao leaned against a pillar, while Su Yuehe and Yin Chen walked over from another direction.

Hongyuan arrived last, with half a sausage in her mouth, and unusually, she put her axe into her storage ring.

"Everyone's here."

An Changqing scanned the area.

Yin Chen took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and read aloud: "Northern Great Wall Defense Line No. 4 rift detection support mission, assembly point at the East District helipad, departure at 8:00 AM sharp, estimated flight time four hours."

Hongyuan swallowed the sausage and licked her fingers.

"Four hours, will you arrive by noon?"

"almost."

"That way we can have lunch in time."

Yin Chen sighed, utterly humiliated. "How can you still be thinking about eating?"

He remembered that, thanks to Prime Minister Gui, the head of the teaching department had just approved a large scholarship for Hong Yuan.

Chen Guan leaned against the stair railing, his gaze passing over the shoulders of several people, and saw another figure walking from the main road.

Liu Feiyu.

He was dressed in dark blue, looking neat and tidy, but his expression remained his usual nonchalant one, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Oh, you've all arrived."

Liu Feiyu approached, his voice carrying that signature frivolous tone.

Yin Chen folded the notice and put it away, then glanced at his watch: "It's almost time, let's talk as we walk."

After returning from the northern border, Yin Chen's usual arrogance had faded considerably.

The seven people walked towards the East Campus helipad. There weren't many people on campus in the early morning; the streetlights were still on, and the fog swirled around their feet.

Long Ao walked beside Chen Guan and spoke in a low voice.

"Your arm looks worse today than yesterday."

How did you figure that out?

"When you walk, the left side of your body is shifting to avoid obstacles, and your weight is entirely on the right side."

Chen Guan did not deny that although Long Ao was usually quiet, he was always very thoughtful.

"Once you reach the North, heal your hand first; don't be reckless."

"understood."

Liu Feiyu, who was in front, suddenly slowed down and landed on the other side of Chen's coffin.

"Thanks for what you did last time."

Chen Guan glanced at him sideways, while Liu Feiyu stared straight ahead with a smile on his lips.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"You know what I mean."

Chen Guan didn't press further, and nodded, which was considered an acceptance.

Liu Feiyu quickened his pace again, returned to the front of the group, and once again became the carefree and jovial third son of the Liu family.