A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Wolf carried Deleil, followed by a cursing and furious Thor, the three figures racing recklessly toward the high seas like stray dogs.

This time, no one stopped them.

On the aircraft carrier deck, the fox spirit rested her chin on Ji Zuodao's shoulder, watching the three figures flee in panic, a mischievous, bright smile flashing in her peach blossom eyes.

"So you really want to escape, huh?"

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice sweet and seductive, as she whispered in Ji Zuodao's ear, her breath as fragrant as orchids:

"Okay~"

"I'll grant your wish~"

With a gentle flick of her jade-like finger.

It was as if some invisible string had been plucked.

……

Wolf and his two companions did indeed escape back to their country.

Although the process was messy, although the losses were heavy, and although Thor looked at Wolf with a look of hatred that seemed to want to devour him alive.

But in the end, he came back alive.

Carrying the humiliating extortion bill from the Jinghai 749 Bureau, covered in wounds, and filled with resentment and hatred.

The following days went incredibly smoothly.

The Wolf family's previously stagnant power suddenly began to expand wildly.

Draiel's misfortune turned into a blessing in disguise. Stimulated by that nightmarish experience, his Death God bloodline underwent an unexpected benign mutation, resulting in a rapid increase in his strength.

Even Thor, the muscle-bound guy betrayed by Wolf, broke through the bottleneck that had plagued him for years, driven by extreme anger and humiliation. His Thor bloodline was further purified, and his combat power soared.

The minor disagreements between the three seemed insignificant in the face of family interests and rapidly expanding power.

They joined forces.

Eliminate dissidents, seize resources, forge alliances, and strike at rivals.

Step by step, they climbed steadily and swiftly towards the highest point in their respective fields.

Fifty years later.

The Wolf family has become an undisputed behemoth in the country's elite circles.

With Draiel in charge of the family's dark side, the shadows cast a shadow that silences all.

Thor is the sharpest blade in their family, his thunderous strikes capable of destroying cities and fortresses.

Deep in their hearts, they have never forgotten Jinghai, never forgotten Bureau 749, never forgotten Zhang Yucheng, Deputy Director Liu, and that little pervert named Ji Zuodao.

Accumulate strength and wait for the right opportunity.

Another fifty years have passed.

Wolf and his two companions, carrying terrifying power accumulated over a century, countless powerful warriors under their command, and with the determination and confidence to crush everything, marched across the ocean and returned to Jinghai.

This time, there were no games, no rules, and no "Great Escape".

Only the most direct, cruel, and bloody crushing.

Zhang Yucheng's Taibai Sword Intent was directly shattered by Wolf's Dark Sky Curtain.

Deputy Director Liu's powerful fist technique paled in comparison to Thor's wrath.

As for Ji Zuodao and his fancy "toys"...

With a mere wave of his hand, Draiel swallowed, corroded, and reduced everything to nothingness in the endless darkness.

I got my revenge.

A century of humiliation has been wiped away in a single day.

Standing on the ruins of the 749th Bureau of Jinghai, Wolf roared to the sky, Deleil grinned silently, and Saul pounded his chest and roared in anger.

Feeling great!

Many more years have passed.

Wolf and his two companions stood at the absolute pinnacle of their respective fields.

Power, strength, glory, awe... they had it all.

A fulfilling life with no regrets.

Then--

"boom."

It felt like I'd stepped into thin air.

It's like a fine piece of porcelain falling from a great height.

The glory before my eyes, the power in my hands, the throne beneath my feet, the awe surrounding me...

All the scenes, like a painting maliciously smeared by a naughty child, began to twist, deform, peel off, and shatter.

The cheers of his subordinates and the wails of his enemies still seemed to linger in his ears.

It seems one can still smell the smoke of victory and the fragrance of power at the tip of their nose.

You can almost feel the hardness of the throne and the coldness of the summit beneath your feet.

What the eyes can see—

It was the rough, cold cement floor of Jinghai Wharf.

It is the deep blue sea with its undulating waves.

They were those noisy Qi practitioners on the dock.

It's Zhang Yucheng watching the show from the cloud with his arms crossed, and Deputy Director Liu clutching his wallet.

Wolf's maniacal laughter froze.

The smugness in Dreyer's eyes froze.

Thor's fist, which was pounding his chest, stopped in mid-air.

Three pairs of eyes, wide open to the extreme, reflected in each other's pale, bewildered faces, gradually being swallowed by bottomless terror.

Why are you back again?

A century of struggle.

A century of glory.

A century-long revenge.

A century-long peak.

Is it...

Was it all just a dream?

"Heh...heh heh..."

Wolf made a gurgling sound like a broken bellows leaking air, and looked down at his empty hands.

Then, slowly, very slowly...

Kneel down.

"No...no...this isn't real...it's not..."

He murmured, his eyes unfocused, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

De Laier was even worse than him.

It felt like all the bones in his body had been removed; he collapsed to the ground, his crotch quickly soaked with a dark stain.

Tears and snot streamed down his face, and he made incomprehensible sobs. He curled up into a ball, trembling like a leaf.

Thor, however, reacted differently.

He stared intently, his eyes bloodshot, as if he were about to burst his eye sockets.

Look at Wolf, kneeling and trembling; look at Dreyer, limp and incontinent; and look at your own bulging muscles, yet empty hands.

"It's fake...it's all fake..."

"A century...a century!!"

"What does my hundred years amount to?! What does it all mean?!"

He suddenly tilted his head back and let out a beast-like roar, a mixture of extreme anger, absurdity, and collapse.

Then, to everyone's astonishment—

This burly man, who was two meters tall and had bulging muscles, swung his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, and slammed it down hard on his temple with all his might!

"Bang!!"

A dull thud.

Thor's massive body swayed, then fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the concrete floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His eyes were still open, but his pupils had already dilated.

Unable to withstand the extreme cognitive shock and psychological gap, he chose to end his own life in madness and despair.

"..."

The dock was deathly silent.

The gamblers fell silent, staring blankly at the bizarre and terrifying scene.

Everyone was stunned by this absurd and chilling scene that was beyond comprehension.

On the aircraft carrier deck.

Ji Zuodao blinked, looked at the three people on the dock who were kneeling, slumped, and lying down, then turned his head and glanced at the alluring face so close to his back.

Completely bewildered:

"Auntie, what...what are they up to now?"

"Why did you suddenly become so suicidal?"

Upon hearing this, the Empress burst out laughing.

She gently pinched his cheek with her slender, white fingers, her tone utterly innocent:

Who knows?

"Perhaps it is..."

She tilted her head, blinked her peach blossom eyes, and guessed seriously:

"Did you have a beautiful dream you didn't want to wake up from?"

"I woke up to find my pillow wet; fine wine and delicacies were just a pie in the sky, and power and beauty were just an illusion..."

"He lost his mind."

"Tsk, it's really fragile."

She withdrew her gaze and focused her attention back on Ji Zuodao, pinching his cheek and smiling sweetly:

"So, Hime~"

"This person only cultivates his destiny, not his nature..."

"Sooner or later, a big problem will arise."

"Look, isn't this a living example?"

She tilted her head, gestured towards the dock with her lip, and her eyes flashed with a playful glint:

"A dream, turned into this."

"The core of the Dao is as brittle as a soda cracker; it crumbles at the slightest touch."

"How embarrassing!"

"Right?"

Above the clouds.

Zhang Yucheng silently looked down at the three figures collapsing in different ways, then looked up towards the aircraft carrier deck.

After a long while, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his tone complex, tinged with a rare hint of astonishment:

"A fleeting dream, a century of vicissitudes."

"Give everything, then take it all back."

"At the pinnacle of cognition..."

"Pushing someone off a cliff."

He paused, then said softly:

"Good tactic."