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The evacuation station is on the 278th floor, in evacuation room number 3.

Lu Weiliang is frantically destroying a large batch of adult toys.

As soon as she arrived this morning, the robot eagerly showed her its office drawer, which was neatly arranged with whips, animal ears, metal utensils, and uniforms with very little fabric, all in perfect condition. She glanced at it and saw that even the sizes were complete.

In a world where guides are paramount, it's an unspoken understanding that guidance agencies cater to their "quirks."

But for Lu Weiliang, who grew up in the new era, these things were simply jarring.

"006, please return these items to the logistics department quietly so that no one else finds out."

The robot's round screen flickered, displaying a huge question mark: "Master, are you leaving nothing behind?" As it spoke, it stretched out its mechanical arm, hooked up a light, fluttering piece of gauze, looked around, and said, "The other guides all seem to like this."

006 even tilted its head, trying to shove the thing into Lu Weiliang's hand: "Master, do you really not want it?"

Lu Weiliang thought that this robot was really intelligent.

It was really jarring to hear a child's innocent voice say such things. She grabbed a small paddle and smacked 006 on the head.

"Get back right now, or I'll smash your skull!"

The robot said "Oh" and swallowed all those things into its stomach.

Luo Ren, who had just entered the room, saw this scene and his pupils shrank.

The director was wielding a toy and whipping the guards indiscriminately; in the light and shadow, he looked just like those thugs who abused the sentries.

His breath hitched. Faced with the guide's smile and unusually enthusiastic greeting, he felt a strong urge to escape.

This seemingly gentle demeanor is nothing short of a harbinger of sadism.

"Sentry Officer Luo Ren, thank you for your contributions to the city. Come to my evacuation room, don't be so tense, relax a bit."

Lu Weiliang poured the drinks and saw Luo Ren still standing straight at the door. She thought he had a hearing problem, so she called him again.

"Don't be shy, just sit on the sofa. You look so tall, you must be a strong sentinel. You must work hard cleaning up the sewers every day." He could compliment her without hesitation.

Having heard so much criticism, Luo Ren felt somewhat uncomfortable being praised by the director.

Lu Weiliang retrieved the sentry's information.

Name: Luo Ren.

Age: 26 years old.

Height: 186 cm.

Ability: Rank F.

Pollution level: 94%.

Spiritual entity: Steamed Bun Frog.

It's up 1% from last night.

Luo Ren sat down somewhat uneasy, timidly accepting the anti-bite device from the guide. With a value exceeding 90%, the sentries were at risk of going out of control, so the guide had to take safety precautions.

The moment the cold metal brushed against his skin, it made his jaw tighten.

When he realized that the director hadn't let him go into the electric shock chair, he instantly understood what was going on.

As Lu Weiliang turned around to take notes, she heard the sound of fabric rubbing behind her.

She turned around in confusion. Luo Ren looked at her, then resolutely ripped off his shirt, revealing his white, muscular abs, which looked firm and striking.

Even more frightening was that he was hooking the belt with his left hand, as if he was about to pull it down.

"Stop! Stop!" Lu Weiliang screamed in fright.

Luo Ren paused, looking at her with a puzzled expression: "Then should I go wash up?"

Lu Weiliang: "..."

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast. The original owner's hobby has become known to everyone. Back when he worked in the Central Military Region, the original owner liked to crack his whip at the clean-cut sentries.

Later, when she was exiled, the sentries were so happy they set off firecrackers.

If all the sentries were to be this "open and honest" in the future, just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

Lu Weiliang became serious and said solemnly, "I used to be rather absurd, but now I have no interest in naked men at all. If you want to provide proper guidance, put your clothes on and treat me as a proper guide. Since I've taken you on, I will take full responsibility."

"As for what you just saw..."

Lu Weiliang's cheeks were slightly warm, and she was momentarily speechless: "Those items were arranged for me by the logistics department on their own initiative. I have already asked 006 to return them. You can rest assured that I will treat everyone the same, not just you, but anyone who comes to provide assistance in the future."

After saying that, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Humans have a mouth, which is for explaining.

Luo Ren's Adam's apple bobbed, and his clenched fists tightened and loosened repeatedly.

He looked up at her, a hint of doubt in his calm eyes, as if he were trying to discern the truth in her words.

Lu Weiliang glanced at the personal terminal and kindly reminded him, "Sentinel, your time for evacuation is running out."

With a mindset of facing death without fear, Luo Ren bent down to pick up his shirt from the ground and haphazardly put it on. His movements still carried a hint of wariness, but his ears were quietly turning red.

"You don't need to sit so stiffly, relax a bit." Lu Weiliang looked at the panel. "Your pollution level is very high. I will try my best to reduce it to below 70%."

Luo Ren took this as a joke.

He didn't believe that an extremely vicious guide would suddenly become kind, unless it was an even more perverse form of manipulation.

"Alright, close your eyes, I'm going in."

Lu Weiliang gently touched Luo Ren's brow with her fingertip. The moment her spiritual thread flew into his spiritual sea, Luo Ren frowned in disbelief.

There are three types of interstellar navigation.

Language-based intervention: Singing and chatting can help alleviate the sentries' irritability and reduce pollution levels.

Mental guidance: The guide cleanses the sentinel's mental sea of ​​pollution by releasing mental threads.

Body purification: This requires the sentinel and guide to be fully engaged and follow the primal desires of life to resolve pollution. In this way, the guide absorbs the pollution into their own body and slowly purifies it with their spiritual power.

Lu Weiliang was only an F-level guide, and Luo Ren thought she would choose simple verbal counseling, but unexpectedly she chose psychological counseling.

It's important to know that each time you cleanse your mental threads, you'll consume a lot of mental energy.

Has she really reformed?

He slowly closed his eyes and quietly waited for the dredging to be completed. As long as the pollution level dropped even a little, he would accept it even if the guide was using tricks.

Luo Ren's spiritual sea is an ancient tropical jungle.

At this moment, the black pollutants burned by the flames sizzled.

Lu Weiliang clicked her tongue in her mind: "System, burning like this can reduce pollution? How come it's different from what's written in the 'Guide Manual'? The book says to use spiritual threads to wash away pollution, like scrubbing clothes. Now it looks like alchemy."

The system, in an arrogant tone: [Congratulations, host, you have unlocked your cheat ability: Mental Power "Refining".]

"Refine?"

[That's right. Other guides' abilities are purification, like pouring vitamin C into a potassium permanganate solution. This only dilutes the pollution and doesn't benefit the guide themselves. What you're doing is called "refining," directly burning the pollutants over a fire. This not only reduces the sentinel's pollution but also allows you to absorb the energy generated from the burning process and return it to yourself, turning it into your own spiritual power.]

Lu Weiliang reacted quickly: "Does that mean the more guidance we provide, the faster the upgrade will be?"

[Yes.]

That's great! If she can get enough support, she might be able to return to her peak, or even surpass S-rank. She'll have another trump card to save her life.

"How many sentries need to be evacuated to get back to S-rank?" Lu Weiliang couldn't help but ask.

[It's hard to say. The higher the Sentinel's level, the purer the "contamination" in their mental sea. These people at the sewer base are in a tough spot.]

[It would be better if we were still in the Central Military Region. The sentries there are high-ranking and highly utilized. Should we try to go back?]