Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

"As an extraordinary individual, or rather, a candidate about to enter the realm of extraordinary individuals."

Lothar leaned back slightly, his tone becoming serious. "I want to remind you of something."

Xilun raised his head, his gaze focused.

"Compared to respectable professions like lawyers and doctors, being an extraordinary person is not as glamorous as you might imagine."

Lothas stretched out a hand and made a grasping motion in the air, as if he were grasping an invisible flame.

"Ordinary people see power, privilege, and superiority. But in reality, the status we are allowed to have is commensurate with the responsibilities we bear."

Lothar shook his head, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips. "In the eyes of the truly powerful, we are nothing more than slightly more useful watchdogs; in the eyes of those monsters, we are nothing more than more palatable prey."

A slight thought crossed Xilun's mind.

Although those words were harsh, they did have a touch of humanity about them.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir," Xilun said in a deep voice.

Lothas waved his hand, seemingly somewhat disheartened.

He took a map out of the drawer and casually tossed it in front of Xiren.

"Your jurisdiction is in Section B, Group 3 of White Crow Wharf, which is a major area for unloading cargo and also the most chaotic place."

"I don't care how Morgan died, that's the Metropolitan Police Department's business. Although they wouldn't care about the life or death of a gang overseer, since Yuri put you in this position, you'd better do a good job."

"Finally, I have a piece of advice for you."

Lothar leaned forward and said solemnly:

"In future work, if we injure extraordinary individuals or scum like the Iron Fist Gang, it won't matter. If they die, they die. That's because they're not as skilled as us."

"For fraternities and other gray-area organizations, even if they engage in a few gunfights, as long as they don't provoke others, the Metropolitan Police Department won't bother with them."

At this point, his voice suddenly turned stern.

"However, if innocent civilians are injured, it will cause a lot of trouble."

Then, he waved his hand.

"Alright, you can go now."

Xilun picked up the map from the table and bowed again.

"Yes, sir."

He turned and walked towards the door.

As the door closed, the sweltering heat was shut out behind him.

A cold draft blew through the corridor, carrying away the fine layer of sweat on Xilun's body.

He stood at the doorway, reached out and touched the bronze badge under his collar, feeling its cold, hard texture against his fingertips.

"Responsibility and status are equal..."

He took a deep breath of the cold air to calm his racing heart.

Losas.

This man, who looked rude and violent, didn't make a bad first impression.

"You're out? How does it feel?"

A cool, clear voice came from the side.

Xiren turned his head and saw Hevy leaning against the window in the corridor.

She wore a well-tailored white suit, arms crossed, her long golden hair styled in a bun, giving her a sophisticated and aloof look.

"Lord Losas... has quite a character." Siron carefully considered his words.

A faint smile curved at the corners of Haivier's lips, seemingly unsurprised: "Although he looks fierce, he's a man of principle. Otherwise, Lord Yuri wouldn't have tolerated him until now."

The two walked downstairs side by side.

The leather boots creaked rhythmically on the wooden stairs.

"Lord Losas just said something to me."

Xilun looked ahead and asked casually, "He said that extraordinary beings aren't as glamorous as they seem. There seems to be a deeper meaning behind that?"

Haiwei'er paused slightly.

She turned her head and gave Xilun a deep look with her azure eyes.

"You've only practiced breathing techniques so far, you haven't truly been 'baptized' yet, and you haven't drunk that potion."

Hevil's voice echoed in the empty corridor, carrying an indescribable chill, "Once you truly cross that threshold, you will understand that the gift of power has already been secretly priced."

Xilun stopped in his tracks: "I'd like to hear more details."

Hevi walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the lobby and looked out at the gray sky and the bustling docks. The dockworkers piled up below looked like ants.

Unaware and unaware, without laughter or tears.

Do you know what the source of power is for extraordinary individuals?

Without waiting for Xilun's reply, she continued, "It is the bloodline of mythical creatures, those ancient beings that have long since disappeared from this world, yet are omnipresent."

"Potions are the medium through which the characteristics of these mythical creatures are extracted."

Haiweier stretched out a hand, looking at her fair and slender fingers.

"From the moment we take the potion and unleash our physical potential, the will of those ancient creatures will be implanted deep within our spirits like a malignant tumor."

Xilun's heart skipped a beat.

"You mean... delirium?" Xilun asked tentatively.

"That's right."

Haivier nodded, a hint of apprehension flashing in her eyes. "You can hear their voices in the dead of night, when you are weak, and even every time you use your power."

"They scream, howl, seduce, and curse in your mind..."

Hevil's voice became somewhat unsteady, "If your will is not strong enough, if you are blinded by the pleasure of power, if you lose yourself in your delirium..."

She turned around abruptly, staring intently at Xilen, and said, word by word:

"You will become alienated."

"Scales will grow on your skin, eyes will grow on your back, and your sanity will completely collapse, turning you into a monster that only knows how to kill and eat."

"What seems like a monster to us might be the true nature of mythical creatures; they always yearn for this world to return to chaos!"

"The will of the ancient gods will be reborn from their fall!"

Xilun felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"This is the price."

Heviel looked at Xilun's slightly pale face with a calm gaze.

Only the extraordinary can stand against the extraordinary.

Heviel sighed, the coldness in her eyes softening slightly. "That's why Lothar warned you. Because every extraordinary being dances with madness. If we can't even uphold the basics of being human, then we're only one step away from becoming monsters."

Xilun remained silent.

He stood in the shadows, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold bronze badge on his collar.

Will I become a monster?

Hevil added, "So, the Metropolitan Police Department and the church don't care about the lives of us extraordinary people in the gray area. If a foreman dies today, or a district supervisor dies tomorrow, nobody cares."

"Those extraordinary individuals teetering on the edge of chaos, every one who dies is one less to be lost!"

Xilun's pupils lowered, and he said in a deep voice, "No one has ever told me this before, and I've never heard of such a thing..."

"This shows that the secrecy was handled very well!"

Haiwei'er's voice is cool, elegant, and tranquil.