The Last Sentinel

Perfect World, Martial Arts Academy.

"A bolt of lightning just streaked across the sky! What was that?"

"It seems...it seems the director is back!"

"The Director of Admissions? Lord Sentinel has returned?"

"..."

At this moment, Ye Feng landed in front of the office of the director of the admissions office of the High Martial Arts Academy.

The office door opened, and there stood a red dog with its legs crossed, a cigar between its front paws, leisurely flipping through a book titled "The Complete Collection of World Famous Dog Photos," looking on with great interest.

"Who is it!" the red dog said without looking up. "The head of the admissions office, Sentry, is away on a business trip. He left some documents in the guardhouse by the gate. Also, I'm just a dog; I can't offer you any help!"

Ye Feng knocked on the wooden door.

Red Dog said impatiently, "Didn't you hear me? Leave your things with the gatekeeper and get lost!"

"It's me!" Ye Feng shouted angrily, his face dark. "You've been very arrogant while I was away!"

As he spoke, Ye grabbed the red dog by the ear with one hand and pulled it up!

"Aww—how dare you! Ah! It's you! When did you get back from your business trip? Why didn't you give me a heads-up so I could prepare a welcome-back feast for you?! No, no, please!" Red King said with an almost obsequious smile, "Young Master Ye, Boss Ye, why make trouble for a dog! I'm just your dog. It's normal for a dog to guard the house when you're not home. I'm just doing my duty!"

Ye Feng suddenly flung the red dog away, sending it sprawling to the ground, completely disoriented.

"Eeya eeya—woo!"

The red dog looked up and saw a baby boy staring at it with wide eyes, looking at it pitifully.

Red Dog couldn't help but exclaim, "Boss Ye! Is this your son? He's so handsome, with such striking features..."

"He's not my son," Ye Feng said. "He's someone else's son."

The red dog said, "Someone else's son? Whose is he?"

Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't know. Now get lost! I need some peace and quiet to process this."

Red Dog said, "No, boss, you were away for quite a while this time, a full 2900 hours, which is four months and one and a half months!"

Ye Feng frowned and said, "Has it been that long? I've only been away for a maximum of 24 hours plus 5 extra hours for a standard mission! That's 29 hours of business trip. How could the time have ballooned to 2900 hours?"

"It really is 2900 hours," Red Dog said. "And in these four months, a lot has happened in the galaxy. Some things require your approval, like planetary advancements, the list of the strongest, the KPL King of Glory tournament, and peace negotiations with heretics..."

Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "Don't say anything more. Let's have a meeting to discuss these things after I've calmed down. You take the child and go outside to guard the house so I can have some peace and quiet."

Red Dog looked at the baby boy beside him, "What's this kid's name?"

The baby boy gestured with his ring finger, "Ou, Ouyang, Xingxing, Ling!"

Red Dog, carrying the baby's swaddle in his mouth, said, "OK! Got it, Ouyang kid, go out and play with Uncle Dog, let the boss calm down!"

The office door slammed shut, and Ye Feng closed his eyes. The temperature inside the office dropped rapidly. In an instant, a thick layer of blue-white ice sealed the entire office. In the dark and cold atmosphere, Ye Feng sat in his chair and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

In the space of consciousness, Ye Feng arrived at the space of his imagined enemy.

The vast hypothetical enemy area, as always, was filled with yellow sand and was empty and boundless.

The azure blue "Administrator System" above their heads glowed, the sky appeared, and the familiar system notification sound rang out.

"Ding! Congratulations to host [Sentinel] Ye Feng for completing the transmigration mission: Rescuing Transmigrator Ouyang Tiezhu!"

"Ding! This task has been rated A+!"

"Analysis of mission success or failure: First, the mission exceeded the required time by 24 hours, resulting in a delay of 5 hours."

"Secondly, they secretly obtained intelligence outside of their mission, disrupting the covert operations arranged by the sentries."

"Based on the two errors above, the Supreme Administrator System has determined that only the basic reward, the Sentinel Administrator Privilege Pack, will be retained for this mission, and all other rewards will be deleted."

In the virtual space, Ye Feng looked at a palm-sized administrator privilege gift pack and couldn't help but smile wryly.

He thought he had forced out the third-party observer behind the scenes, but he didn't expect that this would disrupt the Sentinel's plans. It seems that the Sentinel has prepared other mole mission lines for him.

However, Ye Feng didn't entirely trust the mole mission arranged by the Sentinel.

After all, Sentinel, you yourself have been killed. Is the mole you planted really reliable?

Having more options means having more opportunities. So what if the score is low? As long as the basic rewards are there, it's fine.

Ye Feng looked at the points pouch in his hand.

Name: Administrator Privilege Points Guide

Category: Special keepsake

Valuation Level: Token of the Leader of the All Heavens Club

Content: After activation, you will randomly gain a percentage of administrator privileges, ranging from 0.01% to 1%!

Addendum: May the Club of All Heavens flourish in your hands—Sentinel Lin Qilin.

Ye Feng clasped his hands together, offered a prayer, and then suddenly opened the brocade pouch. Streams of ethereal golden light rippled and fragmented, rising into the sky and faintly coalescing into a familiar yet unfamiliar portrait. The portrait bore a striking resemblance to Zhao Donglai, but he was more carefree and exuded the untamed spirit of a wandering knight. He had a disheveled beard, wore a black armor and ancient-style battle robe, one hand resting on a long sword with a kylin-patterned sheath, while the other was behind his back.

"Lin Qilin?" Ye Feng looked at the enormous portrait, somewhat moved. He knelt on one knee, kowtowed respectfully, and said, "Ye Feng greets Lord Sentinel!"

Lin Qilin raised his hand and waved it sharply, causing the fragments of golden ripples on the ground in front of him to converge into a number: [1%]!

"[Administrator System] Notification: You have been granted 1% administrator privileges!"

"Announcement from the [Chat Group of All Realms]: Attention all transmigrators, group member [Ye Feng] has completed the task left by the previous group leader, Sentinel, and has gained 1% chat group privileges. His status has now changed; [Ye Feng]'s status has been changed from ordinary group member to [Trainee Administrator].

The short announcement caused an immediate uproar in the chat group.

Hongmeng's First Affection: Kid, you're really efficient! You've already been promoted to [Trainee Administrator] so quickly!

Great Love Immortal King: Finally, let's get down to business! Quickly become a full-fledged administrator! Open the All-Heavens Club; I want to exchange resources there!

Immortal Mage: That's right, hurry up and do the quests, max out the quests, raise your privileges, and get the club key as soon as possible. We want to go to the club to play!

Ye Feng had no interest in chatting in the group; instead, he was looking at his own panel.

Name: Ye Feng

Sex: Male

Age: 25

Role: Chat Group Trainee Administrator

Realm: Cosmic Second-Order, Satellite-Order, Exponential-Level Cosmic Warrior

Permissions: Allows anonymous infiltration into various subgroups of the chat group to view the chat content within each subgroup of all group members.

Ye Feng shifted his gaze from his own permissions and looked back at Lin Qilin.

In the sky, Lin Qilin changed his posture, raised his left hand wearing a tactical glove made of animal skin, extended two fingers, and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.

"What do you mean?"

"senior!"

"What are you implying?!"

Ye Feng looked at the sentry's smile and fell into deep thought.

Two fingers, what kind of riddle is that?

Is he telling me that there are two traitors in the Sentinel chat group?

No way, only two? There must be at least twenty or more, maybe even two hundred or two thousand!

No, it shouldn't be the quantity; the "two" should be the number of characters!

Yes! It's the number of characters in the chat group's names!

Are all chat group names with two characters filled with traitors?

No way!

If we were to settle this way, the amount would probably be at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand!

The sentry Lin Qilin's phantom image gradually disappeared. Perhaps, Lin Qilin simply gave himself a peace sign to express his feelings.