I logged into the God panel.

The outskirts of the city.

valley.

Old Lu carried the equipment on his back and held a small tablet computer in his hand.

Sure enough, even after becoming a superhuman, there will always be times when technology comes in handy!

The location signal from Lu Tianyang's phone is getting closer and closer.

After passing through dense forests and streams, Old Lu finally stopped in front of a high mountain.

The signal is up in the mountain.

He grinned, a wide smile spreading across his face—he could easily hunt down a mission target without having to compete with the other nine bastards!

"No, we can't kill him here..."

As Old Lu climbed the mountain, he muttered to himself:

"Hmm, cut off the limbs, then throw it from the tallest building in the South District. That should get a high mission rating, right...?"

"What mission?" a gentle voice interrupted him.

Old Lu suddenly turned his head and saw a person wearing a black robe and a crow's face mask.

"And who are you?"

Old Lu's expression hardened, and the core of his physical body's spiritual energy began to pulsate. Just then, the tablet computer in his hand emitted a beeping notification sound.

It is... a signal source.

It was right behind me.

His scalp tingled, and he whirled around, only to be met with one after another people dressed in black robes and wearing crow-face masks!

They emerged from the shadows, surrounding a man who also wore a raven-face mask and held a crooked wooden staff.

"What mission?" This time, it was the one holding the staff who asked the question.

He walked along, staff in hand, stepping through the inky shadows. Wherever he went, the shadows drowned out the sunlight, plunging the entire dense forest into darkness.

As the person with the cane approached, Old Lu heard the beeping of the tablet in his hand becoming increasingly rapid.

Sweat dripped down his forehead.

"position......?"

The man with the cane stood in front of Old Lu, curiously examining the tablet:

"I did have my phone with me, but I had blocked the signal. How did you manage to locate me using the signal?"

Old Lu swallowed hard, and spoke in a trembling voice:

"Refining...alchemy creations."

"An alchemical artifact?" The staff-wielder asked in surprise, then suddenly realized, "An alchemical artifact related to the Beast of Science?"

He clicked his tongue in amazement:

"Since the Beast of Science was slain, the sealed artifacts related to him have disappeared, and alchemical creations are extremely rare. I never imagined that a fighter like you would possess one..."

Old Lu almost cried, his hands trembling as he took out a spinning sphere:

"Please... spare me..."

The man with the staff took the sphere and examined it with great interest:

"I also want to thank you for letting me discover a loophole: the beast of science was born in the great torrent of the times and is strongly related to modern technology and the internet."

"Although its remnants are few, they are not non-existent. I should not ignore them, nor should I carry my phone with me."

"thump!"

Old Lu knelt on the ground.

It wasn't that he wanted to kneel; rather, clusters of shadows wrapped around his feet, dragging him down to his knees.

"Now, tell me."

The man holding the staff carefully put away the spherical alchemical artifact:

"What mission?"

"It's the Gao family... the Gao family of the Southern District!"

With tears streaming down his face, Old Lu recounted the whole story in detail:

"I'm just a bounty hunter, I'm just..."

The dark tentacles dragged him into the shadows, engulfing the fighter, and he vanished from the world.

"You continue to guard Nostaan."

The man with the staff calmly gave the order, then quietly disappeared into the shadows, reappearing far away from the mountain.

He unlocked the signal jammer and anxiously dialed a number.

My daughter has become a chosen one, so there's no need to worry. My wife is at Tunghai University, so she's doing alright for now... The most dangerous one is my son!

After a long busy tone, the call was finally answered, and a somewhat familiar female voice came through.

"Is it... Xiao Chen?" Lu Tianyang asked hesitantly.

"Officer Lu!"

The policewoman on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief:

"I haven't been able to get through to you... Officer Lu, you're in danger right now, please...!"

Lu Tianyang interrupted:

Where is my son?

His voice trembled slightly.

"Officer Lu, don't worry, the child is sleeping next to me... We are in the police station's underground safe house."

Lu Tianyang breathed a sigh of relief, having roughly guessed what had happened:

"Thank you, I'm on my way, it will take me a while."

He didn't say much to the policewoman, nor did he give her a chance to ask questions; he simply hung up the phone.

He looked up at the sky and then dialed his wife's number again.

The sun was already setting in the west, and dusk was gradually appearing.

"Beep, beep—"

half an hour.

"Feed?" came the familiar, tired voice from the other end of the phone.

Lu Tianyang felt a sudden sense of relief:

"Baiqin, are you safe now?"

"I'm safe. I'm at the research institute at the university. I was just about to call you when I received a message saying someone has put a bounty on our family's head... Are you safe?"

"I'm safe, and my son is fine too; he's in the police station's safe house," Lu Tianyang said softly.

"I'll also stay at the police station's safe house... I have friends in the four major churches, I'll have them pick you up and we'll go to the safe house together."

"Don't worry, I'm with a priest. We'll be going to the safe house soon, it'll take about... half an hour."

Lu Tianyang finally relaxed completely:

"Okay, it'll take me about half an hour too. See you at the safe house."

"See you at the safe house."

The phone hangs up.

"Half an hour...that's enough." Lu Tianyang muttered to himself, put on a black robe and a crow-face mask, grabbed a wooden staff, and lightly walked into the shadows.

He is the one who favors the shadows, and spirit leaps are not the only way to travel.

"The Gao family..." A faint murmur drifted from the shadows.

And so it happened.

Zhao Baiqin hung up the phone, waved her hand, and the last fighter was also swallowed by the dream, his spirit and soul forever lost, his body limply falling to the ground.

"Do you need any help?" someone asked from the side.

"No need, half an hour is enough."

Zhao Baiqin spoke quietly, sighed deeply, and stepped into the illusory dream world. A dense black light covered her entire body, transforming into an illusory, hazy black robe.

"I'm going to the Gao family's house."

She spoke calmly.

The cracks in the dream world closed just in time.

The elderly dean of the archaeology academy shrugged, glanced at the six corpses of superhumans on the ground, and clicked his tongue.

"Why did I have to mess with anyone..."

He sighed and pointed.

The six corpses weathered away rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a short while, they had all dissipated into dust and powder.

"I have to clean it up too," the old director complained, sweeping the bone meal off the ground into the trash can.

…………

The spirit world.

Gagarin glanced around, a chill running down his spine.

Unbeknownst to me, I had already found myself enveloped in a dense vortex of colors.

"Walk!"

The long-haired fighter rushed to his side, catching his breath:

"This guy's speed is too fast, he's already at the level of a high-ranking fighter! There's a huge problem!"

The other fighter nodded emphatically:

"Ten years old...absolutely impossible, he might not even be human!"

Gagarin felt a tingling sensation on the back of his head. He looked around—not seeing the strange boy—and turned around.

"Walk!"

"You...have not answered my question yet."

But then a series of overlapping voices rang out from all directions—it was that boy!

A tremendous fear enveloped the three of them. Gagarin roared, his physical and spiritual core pounding violently along with his heart.

His muscles bulged, and his veins looked like thick black snakes!

"Secret Weapon, Giant Beast!"

He let out a low, hissing sound, "Hoo! Sigh!"

The air currents surged, whipping up a fierce wind all around!

"Amazing!" Repeated voices echoed from all directions, marveling, "Activating a secret weapon, and you can actually achieve this?"

"It seems..."

"I underestimated the development of intelligent life over these ages..."

era?

Or... these eras?

The three fighters, each activating their secret weapons, were taken aback.

It was at this time.

Before the three people's horrified eyes, swirling vortexes of color surged and flowed, converging into a river.

A river of chaotic spirituality flowed, circling around them.

All possible exits were blocked.

Not finished yet.

More eddies piled up at one corner of the river, slowly, gradually forming the shape of a throne!

The boy sat directly on the throne made of chaotic spirits, in direct contact with them, enveloped in their ramblings, yet seemingly unaffected.

A frenzied spirituality gently caressed me.

silence.

Gagarin swallowed hard, staring blankly at the handsome boy sitting on the spiritual throne, his lips trembling.

The boy looked down at him and spoke quietly:

"Now, please tell me..."

"How can I get to the Gao family's place through the spirit world?"

His voices overlapped, like a thousand people shouting.

More and more swirling vortices of color surged forth, piling up behind the throne to form a small mountain, whose peaks then began to lengthen and curve.

Gradually, it covered the area above and below, until the pure white overhead and the starry sky below could no longer be seen.

Gagarin's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground along with the other two fighters.

This boy is definitely not human.

This is... God..

"Please take me with you, along the spirit realm, to the Gao family, okay?"

The boy made a gentle request.

Like the shouts of a thousand people rising and falling, accompanied by frantic, low murmurs.

Gagarin trembled, staring blankly at the terrifying scene before him. Above, below, and all around him, everything was shrouded in a vortex of color, and a sentence inexplicably popped into his mind.

"I saw a mad throne and a seat upon it; from his presence heaven and earth fled, and there was nowhere to be seen."

Gagarin spoke in a trembling voice:

"As you wish."