He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

"So," Yun Yi's expression remained unchanged, his voice still calm and almost languid, "you believe I am that so-called 'authority holder'?"

"It's not a conclusion." The lead hunter shook his head, held up a finger, and waved it in the dim light. "It's a confirmation."

"We have confirmed that you are the authorized user."

"It's not that I saw your true strength, but rather that your performance was like a god descending to earth, and the fact that you had no flaws was your biggest flaw."

Yun Yi remained silent for two seconds.

"I don't know anything about those with authority, nor about those who reincarnate, and I don't know anything about the Paradise of Reincarnation."

His tone was impeccably sincere, even carrying a perfectly appropriate hint of confusion: "Have you mistaken me for someone else?"

The night breeze swept through the garden, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.

Those eyes looked exceptionally clear under the dim light, just like those of a real, ordinary six-year-old child.

No one speaks.

The hunters exchanged glances for a moment.

Then they all laughed.

It wasn't mockery, but a heartfelt, almost pitying laugh—like watching a drowning person desperately grasp at the last straw.

"Admit your mistake?" An exceptionally burly hunter emerged from the shadows, his shoulders as broad as a door, the veins on his neck bulging like tree roots. "You say you're a six-year-old child, surrounded by nine people, all of whom are here to kill you."

"Instead of running away and crying for your parents, you're standing here trying to reason with us? And you're even spouting these grand principles? That's the biggest flaw in your argument."

The leader of the hunters spoke up, his voice softening to almost gentle.

"You're not a local."

"You must be an authorized user."

"As for why you're not a hunter—it's simple, you're too high-profile."

"High-profile, arrogant, and undisguised."

"No reincarnator in this age group would do this."

"Those who have reincarnated have been through hundreds of worlds and experienced hundreds of life-and-death battles. They have long since learned what 'concealment' means."

"But the people with the authority are different."

"You've been in the spotlight since birth, born into one of the world's most prestigious families, making movies at five and becoming a global sensation at six—everything about you is public, transparent, and out in the sunlight for everyone to see."

"This kind of life is something hunters can't do."

"They don't have the confidence, nor the qualifications."

"But those with the authority have it."

He took a step forward, his boots making a crisp sound as they hit the cobblestones.

"That's why we're 100% certain that you're not a hunter, but an authorized user."

His lips slowly parted to reveal two rows of yellowed teeth.

"And—we didn't just come alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bushes behind the flower bed rustled.

are people.

A lot of people.

Emerging from the darkness were not hunters, but ordinary people.

Men, women, and the elderly, dressed in ordinary clothes—some clearly just woken up, in pajamas, slippers, and with disheveled hair.

Their eyes were empty and blank, as if they had just been injected with a sedative and were not yet fully conscious.

But beneath that layer of confusion, something is slowly and irreversibly fermenting.

Their bodies were also changing: unnatural bluish lines appeared on the back of a middle-aged man's hand, as if veins were being stretched to the surface of his skin; an elderly woman's spine made a faint cracking sound, and her body became hunched over at a visible speed, only to straighten up again afterward, as if being forcibly pulled by something.

A faint smell of rust filled the air, mixed with the pungent odor of some kind of chemical agent.

Yun Yi's gaze swept across the faces of those people one by one.

Then, his expression changed.

"They are..."

"That's right." The leader of the hunters nodded, his voice carrying a strange pride. "They're locals."

"The native inhabitants of this world have no connection with the Paradise of Reincarnation."

"Purely indigenous people."

"After all, to hunt down an authority user, you need some cannon fodder as test subjects."

Yun Yi remained silent.

His gaze lingered on the man at the very front.

He was about forty years old, wearing a wrinkled plaid shirt, with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles.

His physique has changed, but you can still see the outline of his former robust physique.

What is most striking is his eyes—filled with exhaustion and pain, but when he looks at the hunter beside him, a light suddenly shines in them.

That was... the light of fatherly love.

"He is my dad."

One of the hunters, standing in the shadows, spoke.

His voice was young, but his face showed no signs of youth—his skin was loose, his cheekbones were high, and he looked thirty years older.

"He used to be a construction worker, working on construction sites for twenty years to save money to support my education."

"I didn't tell him what I was going to do; I never told him about the reincarnation."

"But he was still willing to help me."

"I told him I needed his help, and he came."

He said, "My son's affairs are my affairs."

Yun Yi shifted his gaze to the other side.

A woman, probably in her fifties, with gray hair, was wearing a floral nightgown.

There was a clear deformity in her arm, with the bones twisted into unnatural arcs under the skin, but she was completely unaware of it—or rather, she could no longer feel it.

She just stood there, staring blankly ahead.

Beside her stood a hunter, tall, deformed, and unrecognizable.

"That's my mom," another hunter said, his voice muffled. "I didn't tell her the truth. I just said I was sick and needed her help. And that's how she came."

Yun Yi finally looked away.

He looked at the nine hunters in front of him, and at the ordinary people behind them who had been forcibly transformed into weapons—fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts, and the indigenous people who had once lived ordinary lives in this world.

The air was very quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear the occasional sound of a car passing by on the distant highway.

Then, Yun Yi spoke.

The voice was very soft, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You turned them into this?"

"I can't beat you otherwise."

The leader of the hunters spoke with self-righteousness, even shrugging as if it were a matter of course, "We all know you're an Authority Holder, so you must be stronger than us, so we need to find some helpers."

"And these helpers are especially useful."

"You should know that with people like you who have the authority to protect us, even if we hunters aren't high-ranking, we're not low-ranking either."

"At least one good family is certain."

"And a good family must have good parents."

"And all we have to do is tell them 'I'm sick' or 'I need you,' and they'll do anything for you."

"No explanation is needed, just pretend you're in pain."

"They would willingly accept genetic modification, willingly become this grotesque creature, willingly stand here, and help us kill a six-year-old child."

"Their love is for us, and our cruelty is for them."

He tilted his head, his smile appearing particularly sinister in the dim light.

"What a perfect deal."