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"Old Chen, keep your voice down, you're shaking your flesh off."

Li Haotian tilted his head to the side, still holding a piece of pork rib covered in sauce in his hand.

The flagship's alarm blared so loudly it hurt the ears, and Chen Dong was so anxious in the command room that he kept stamping his feet.

"You're hopeless! All you do is eat and eat. A genius might emerge from the water, and you're still gnawing on bones!"

Chen Dong suddenly pushed open the restaurant door and took two steps to stand in front of Li Haotian.

He pointed to the rolling white waves outside the porthole, his fingertips trembling.

"The radar readings exploded; that thing is even heavier than the island we just saw."

Li Haotian threw the bone into the bowl, grabbed a tissue, and wiped his mouth haphazardly a couple of times.

He peeked out the window and saw a golden light rapidly expanding in the dark sea.

"Stay home, don't let Momo get swept away by the waves."

Li Haotian crumpled the tissue he used to wipe his mouth into a ball and flicked it precisely into a trash can five meters away.

He got up and walked to the deck, casually pulling out the bronze dagger tucked into his waistband.

The sea breeze felt like a knife against his face, making the golden-red wings on his back appear and disappear.

"Chief, that thing is still fifty meters from the bottom of the ship!"

The adjutant shouted in a distorted tone over the loudspeaker, and the entire warship began to list violently.

Li Haotian lightly kicked the edge of the deck with his toes, and his whole body shot into the sea like a red cannonball.

"Thump!"

The seawater evaporated instantly due to the high temperature, producing a huge plume of white smoke.

Chen Dong leaned on the railing, holding binoculars in his hand, cold sweat dripping down his chin.

Lin Mo also ran up to the deck, holding the pot of braised pork that was not yet finished.

"Uncle Chen, that big fish is very hot. Will Haotian cook it?"

Lin Mo chewed on the meat while staring at the huge whirlpool on the sea surface.

Chen Dong had no time to answer her; his eyes were fixed on the fluctuating energy level curves.

Beneath the surface of the sea, Li Haotian is confronting a spherical object with a diameter of over thirty meters.

The creature was covered in golden scales, with a huge, dark golden vertical pupil in the very center.

It was surrounded by countless slender tentacles, each tipped with a purple spark of electricity.

"A watchdog kept by the pioneers?"

Li Haotian muttered to himself, then suddenly swung the dagger with his right hand.

The golden-red blade energy sliced ​​through the heavy water pressure and struck the large golden sphere directly.

"when--"

The dull thud echoed back to the flagship through the seawater, causing the hull to groan painfully.

The scales on the surface of the large sphere began to churn, and a purple beam of destruction shot out from its vertical pupil.

Li Haotian dodged the beam of light with a swift movement, while simultaneously slamming his left fist into the edge of his opponent's pupil.

The Golden Crow's true blood erupted from between his fists, like a miniature sun igniting deep in the ocean.

"Aww—"

The monster emitted a mental fluctuation similar to the friction of metal, which stunned Li Haotian.

It seemed to sense that its opponent was not to be trifled with, and suddenly spat out a thick, purplish-black liquid from its whiskers.

The liquid spread rapidly in the seawater, obscuring all vision.

After Li Haotian brushed aside the viscous liquid, the large golden ball had already sunk into the trench thousands of meters deep.

"They got away pretty fast, but they haven't even paid for the gas yet."

Li Haotian curled his lip, sheathed his dagger, and leaped back onto the deck, stepping on the water's surface.

When Chen Dong saw him return, he quickly surrounded him, looking him up and down.

"Did you kill it? Or subdue it?"

Li Haotian shook the water droplets off his hair, looking disgusted.

"They ran away, faster than a rabbit."

He looked down at Lin Mo and found that the pot of braised pork was almost empty.

"Old Chen, that thing should be some kind of backup weapon used by the pioneers. Don't let your guard down."

Li Haotian patted Chen Dong on the shoulder and pointed to the city skyline in the distance.

"Alright, the battle's over, time to go back to school and sleep."

three days later.

Outside the south gate of Tunghai University, the morning sun made people feel lazy.

Li Haotian changed back into his faded security guard uniform.

He pulled his hat over his face, sat on a small stool in guard post number three, and crossed his legs.

I read the Donghai Daily newspaper in my hand three times over.

Lin Mo sat on a small stool to the side, tearing open a bag of dried mangoes.

"Haotian, the crater has been filled in, but the school building is still collapsed."

Lin Mo pointed to the B-sector buildings in the distance, where police tape was being used to cordon off the area.

Li Haotian pulled off his hat and squinted as he looked towards the teaching building.

"Let it collapse, it's not like I have to fix it."

He reached out and snatched a piece of dried mango from Lin Mo's hand, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it.

Gate 3 is usually not crowded, and at this time it was rather deserted except for a few students who were in a hurry to buy breakfast.

Su Wan whispered the latest intelligence into her earpiece.

"Brother Dazhu, Zhao Wuji has returned to the old house and hasn't shown up since."

"The pioneers have cleared 90% of their base in Donghai City, but the source of that Arctic signal has not yet been found."

Li Haotian stared blankly at a utility pole at the school gate, responding only half-heartedly.

"If you can't find it, keep searching. The fox's tail will be revealed sooner or later."

The roar of an engine shattered the morning's tranquility.

A jet-black, gleaming red sedan slowly came to a stop in front of the barrier at the school gate.

The car's paint gleamed in the sunlight, making Li Haotian squint.

"Show your identification or register."

Li Haotian didn't get up, but simply raised his toes and kicked the glass of the guard booth.

The car window rolled down, revealing a woman sitting in the driver's seat.

She was wearing a minimalist white dress, without any unnecessary embellishments.

Her long hair hung neatly on both sides of her shoulders, with a faint scent of shampoo at the ends.

She pushed open the car door and got out, her leather shoes making a crisp sound on the asphalt road.

The woman's skin was almost too white, and paired with her red lips, she looked exceptionally gentle and graceful.

She walked to the guard post, holding an employment notice in her hand.

"Hello, I'm the new teacher."

Her voice was like a stream in the forest, clear and gentle.

Li Haotian then slowly put down the newspaper and looked up to examine the other person.

The woman had a warm smile on her face and didn't seem aggressive at all.

"What's your name?"

Li Haotian took the notification letter and casually flipped through it.

"Shen Qing, a history major."

The woman pointed her finger in the direction of the office building.

"Excuse me, how do I get to the history department offices? I'm not very familiar with this area."

Her eyes naturally swept around the guard post.

When she saw Lin Mo engrossed in eating dried mango, her pupils contracted slightly.

Li Haotian didn't rush to give directions; he looked into Shen Qing's calm, expressionless eyes.

"Go straight for three intersections, turn right and you'll see that crooked tree."

He casually pointed into the depths of the campus, his tone nonchalant.

Shen Qing smiled and nodded in thanks, her lips maintaining a perfect curve.

"Thank you, security guard."

She took back the notification letter, bent down, and smiled at Lin Mo.

"Little girl, your snacks look delicious, can I have a piece?"

Lin Mo stopped chewing and looked up at Shen Qing.

In her purple eyes, the lily pattern spun halfway around quickly.

"It doesn't taste good; it's expired."

Lin Mo protected the bag and shrank behind Li Haotian.

Shen Qing showed no embarrassment whatsoever; she glanced at Lin Mo for another two seconds.

There was a subtle scrutiny in his eyes, as if he wanted to see right through the girl.

There was even a fleeting, intense heat, akin to seeing a priceless treasure.

"That's a real shame."

Shen Qing straightened up and bowed slightly to Li Haotian.

She got back into the car, and the red sedan smoothly drove into the campus.

Li Haotian stared at the figure in the rearview mirror, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"Haotian, that woman has a very strange smell."

Lin Mo leaned closer to Li Haotian and whispered something.

"What does it taste like? Braised pork?"

Li Haotian stuffed the last piece of dried mango into his mouth.

Lin Mo shook her head, her brows furrowed tightly.

"It doesn't taste like meat, nor does it taste bitter."

"It smells like... a lot of soil buried together, with a hint of rust."

Li Haotian sneered and pulled a clean cigarette out of his pocket.

He lit the fire with a click and took a deep breath.

"An earthy smell? That's called the patina of history; they teach history."

Although he said that, his right hand had already pressed the earpiece.

"Su Wan, help me investigate this Shen Qing."

"She just said she's a history major, but I noticed she has calluses on the back of her hands."

The sound of keyboard typing came from the other end of the headset.

"Brother Dazhu, we're already checking. Her employment information is indeed in the system."

"Shen Qing, 30 years old, a PhD graduate from overseas, has an impeccable resume."

Li Haotian watched the red sedan disappear around the corner and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"The more perfect the resume, the more cunning the fox."

He turned to look at Lin Mo and saw that the girl was vigorously wiping her hands.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Mo stretched out his right hand, and a layer of fine purple spots faintly appeared on his palm.

"When she smiled at me just now, I felt a slight itch in my bones."

Li Haotian grabbed Lin Mo's hand, his eyes suddenly turning sharp as knives.

He channeled a gentle, golden-red energy, which circled around Lin Mo's palm.

The purple spots quickly disappeared, and Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Su Wan, stop looking at her resume and check her immigration records before she joined the company."

"Pay close attention to whether she has ever been to countries near the Arctic Circle."

Li Haotian stood up and put his hat back on properly.

He stepped out of the guard post and looked at the teaching building that was still under construction not far away.

The Zhao family, the pioneers, the Arctic signal, and now a history teacher has arrived.

"Old Chen is right, the reputation of Tunghai University is indeed not so easy to protect."

He flexed his wrist, and his joints made a cracking sound.

Shen Qing parked her car downstairs at the office building, and she remained inside without getting out.

She straightened her hair in front of the mirror on the sun visor.

The eyes in the mirror were now gleaming with an eerie, bluish light.

She reached up and touched her neck, where there was a tiny tattoo that looked like a lily.

"Is this what they call the 'matrix'? It's even more tempting than the data suggests."

Shen Qing muttered to himself, his voice turning cold and piercing.

She opened the car door, carrying her briefcase, and walked gracefully into the lobby.

Several boys passing by stared at her back and almost bumped into a pillar.

Meanwhile, at the guard post of Gate No. 3, Li Haotian was taking out a campus map from a drawer.

He drew a sharp cross on the map indicating the location of the history department's office.

"MoMo, let's go audit a class."

Li Haotian grabbed Lin Mo's hand and strode into the campus.

"Want to listen to a history lesson? Will I get some jelly?"

"Forget listening to history, let's go see which grave this 'earthy smell' came from."

Li Haotian had only taken two steps when his phone vibrated.

Chen Dong's voice came out urgently.

"Haotian, something's happened at the drilling platform."

"The reconnaissance plane sent by the Zhao family spotted a person wearing a diving suit over there."

Li Haotian frowned: "What's there to be afraid of when you're alone?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of people, it's just that the person was carrying a box."

Chen Dong paused, his tone becoming extremely serious.

"There was a logo printed on the box, a lily with blood streaks."

Li Haotian stopped and turned to look at the history department office building in the distance.

This coincidence happened way too fast.

He sneered and casually stubbed out his cigarette on the lid of the nearby trash can.

"Old Chen, keep an eye on the platform, don't let them get away."

"At school, I'll play a little match-3 game with this 'history teacher' first."

Lin Mo tugged at Li Haotian's sleeve and pointed to the sky.

The once clear sky was suddenly clouded with a hazy gray.

Faint flashes of electricity flickered within the clouds.

Li Haotian squinted, sensing the ground beneath his feet spreading outwards.

Deep underground, in the cracks between the filled rubble, a viscous purple shadow seemed to be growing again.

He knew that he hadn't been able to enjoy this peaceful meal after all.

In the corridor of the history department, Shen Qing was walking into the office, keeping a steady pace.

She passed by an elderly professor who was reading a book and politely greeted him.

The old professor looked up and smiled, but didn't notice the shadow behind Shen Qing.

Within that black shadow, a dark golden vertical pupil slowly cracked open.

The vertical pupils stared at the old professor's neck, their eyes gleaming with lust.

Shen Qing turned her head, her eyes gentle as water.

"Professor, could you tell me which dormitory Instructor Li Haotian usually lives in?"

The old professor paused for a moment, then adjusted his glasses.

"You mean that security guard? He's not under our jurisdiction, but he's often seen at the old warehouse in the back hill."

Shen Qing smiled sweetly, the blue light in her eyes growing even stronger.

"Thank you, I just think he looks a lot like an old friend of mine."

She turned and left, and the temperature in the corridor seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

On the stool in the guard post at Gate No. 3, there was only an open newspaper.

On the edge of the newspaper, Li Haotian casually scribbled out two large, blood-red characters:

"Return to your place."