You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

"Dr. Chung, the skylight is always open. If you feel cold, just ring the bell to call me." An adjudicator escorted Chung Xun to the door of the solitary confinement cell.

The solitary confinement cell contained only a bed, a table, and a toilet and washbasin next to the bed. The surrounding walls were dark gray, creating a strong sense of psychological oppression.

Zhong Xun placed the notebook he was holding on the table and looked around. "It's fine, thank you."

The adjudicator nodded and then closed the door.

Zhong Xun remained calm. The tribunal was not a place to enjoy privileges. He sat down and began copying the tribunal's handbook.

The handwriting was elegant yet sharp. While calming himself, Zhong Xun chatted with Meiqiu.

Can you upgrade again?

Coal Ball clicked its tongue: "No way, I can't feel anything."

Zhong Xun thought for a moment and said, "I'll try my best to get you more pollutant cores in the future. If it can be upgraded, don't hesitate to ask."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of black mist gradually condensed on Zhong Xun's wrist as he wrote. The black mist crawled up to his fingertips like a small snake, and then his distinctive beady eyes appeared. Zhong Xun confirmed that it was Concealment.

A cloud-like texture.

"Hmph, now you realize how important I am, don't you?" Coal Ball looked at the words Zhong Xun had written, but being half-illiterate, he couldn't recognize most of them.

Zhong Xun stared at Yin Ni: "I've always had a question."

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"Go ahead and say it."

Why were you so afraid the first time you were in close contact with Fang Qian?

The little snake turned its head, its beady eyes staring directly at Zhong Xun: "Are you kidding me? That's a high-level pollutant, almost reaching an S-shape. If it hadn't gained intelligence, and if it channeled all its polluting power into combat, you might not have been able to catch it! Isn't it understandable that I'm scared?"

Zhong Xun couldn't help but flick its forehead with his finger: "Don't give me that nonsense. You can create your own space in any S-class miasma. There's no reason for you to be afraid of Fang Qian. I remember Fang Qian's expression changed slightly back then..." Zhong Xun whispered, "Can the two of you sense each other?"

He remained silent, hiding his presence.

"Coal briquettes".

"what?"

Zhong Xun leaned closer: "Why are you trembling?"

Of course, it's because of your abnormal insight!

Zhong Xun: "Speak!"

Spiritual tentacles reached out from behind, enveloping him completely. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to; the ball was under the eaves...

"Zhong Xun, to be honest, I didn't even know myself." The hidden tone turned serious: "I just felt it was extremely dangerous. The connection between pollutants is very primitive. You're right about one thing: if I hadn't entered your mental sea in time, Fang Qian would have discovered it the next second."

Those tiny eyes couldn't reveal any emotion, but there was no reason for them to deceive him, so Zhong Xun felt they must have told the truth.

Zhong Xun was copying the manual, and Yin Ni was lying on the back of his hand, bobbing up and down as he wrote, half asleep.

"What character is this?"

"The character '危' (wei) signifies danger."

Hidden suddenly became interested: "Hey, can you write my name?"

"A lump of coal? Or concealment?"

"Concealment! That was my first name, though I should be called Devourer now."

Zhong Xun tore off a clean piece of paper and wrote the word "hidden".

The little creature crawled over to look: "This is really complicated."

Zhong Xun chuckled: "Well, it's a bit much for you, since you don't even have hands."

"snort."

Fortunately, there was a hidden spot where Zhong Xun could talk and chat with the ball, so he didn't feel bored.

When he got sleepy while writing, he would simply wash his face and lie down to sleep.

As the morning sun shone in, the arbitrator brought in breakfast through the small door in the middle. Zhong Xun accepted it, thanked him, brushed his teeth, and splashed some cold water, instantly waking him up.

Zhong Xun ate two slices of bread with some vegetables, without even a dipping sauce, and finished them off listlessly.

Then came the second day, the third day...

Meng Jingting had just received an urgent mission before he came in, and the two quickly kissed and parted ways.

When another bowl of cabbage soup with rice was brought in, Zhong Xun looked full.

The small door wasn't closed, and the adjudicator outside leaned slightly forward, meeting his gaze. "Dr. Zhong, no, I..."

"It's okay." Zhong Xun took a shallow breath. "There are still four days left. I can hold on."

Zhong Xun ate a couple of bites of rice and then sat on the bed in a daze.

The soft, limp ball was hidden in his palm, no longer in its original shape, and seemed to be able to extend in various ways. In the afternoon, Zhong Xun watched it climb the wall like a little snake and chase a fly for a long time.

"If you're really bored, just go out through the skylight," Zhong Xun said casually.

In a flash, he exploded in fury: "You don't love me anymore? Forget about the fact that I've already merged with you and can't stray too far; what if I get caught by the Tribunal's energy scans?!"

Zhong Xun: "...Alright then."

Suddenly, Zhong Xun looked towards the skylight and heard the soft sound of flowers falling into the grass.

He vanished instantly, returning to Zhong Xun's spiritual sea.

The next second, a pair of familiar eyes and eyebrows appeared at the sunroof.

Zhong Xun: "..."

Meng Jingting must have just finished a mission, as he hadn't even taken off his combat hood. A smile flickered across his dark eyes when he saw Zhong Xun, and then he slipped something wrapped in oil paper through the gap.

Before Zhong Xun could even answer, he smelled a roasted chicken aroma.

Zhong Xun was completely stunned.

"Here you go," Meng Jingting whispered.

Zhong Xun hurriedly got out of bed. The skylight was a bit tight, and one of the chicken wings had been broken off. Zhong Xun unfolded the oil paper, subconsciously picked up the chicken wing, took a bite, and then looked at Meng Jingting, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Meng Jingting whispered, "No one is allowed to visit during the confinement period; that's the rule."

"and you……"

"But I'm also your Alpha." Meng Jing heard this and said, "Zhong Xun, I have my own selfish motives too."

A sweet feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart, and even though Zhong Xun coughed lightly twice, he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth gradually turning up.

He thought Meng Jingting was adorable.

The skylight connects to the ground outside, and you can see searchlights sweeping across from time to time. Meng Jing heard that this location is good and extremely difficult to be discovered.

"Eat quickly." Meng Jing heard this and said, "Your mouth must be getting bland by now."

"Mmm." Zhong Xun stuffed a mouthful of food into his mouth.

"Can you finish copying the manual?" Meng Jing heard a whisper. "If you can't finish, I'll help you. I can imitate the handwriting."

Zhong Xun raised his head, one cheek still puffed out, but he said earnestly, "I want to kiss you."

Meng Jingting considered it carefully: "This position won't work."

"Wait until my confinement is over," Zhong Xun said with a smile. "Go back quickly and get some rest. Don't worry about me; the gatekeeper was very kind to me."

"Hmm." Meng Jing heard him put on his mask, and then four fingers reached in through the gap. Zhong Xun understood and pinched them.

Their fingertips were being pinched and twisted roughly by the other person, as if a secret love affair was taking place under the dim moonlight.

"Go ahead," Zhong Xun urged.

Meng Jing then left.

*

"Finally..." In the monitoring room, the adjudicator on duty tonight looked at the video footage and let out a deep sigh of relief.

Boss, have you forgotten? Two years ago, you implemented comprehensive surveillance of every corner of the arbitrators.

Although your bent-over posture may have diminished your former dashing appearance, the way you take care of the Omega is absolutely stunning.

The judge, captivated by the handsome man's demeanor, lightly tapped the keyboard and deleted the video.