The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Such reckless behavior generally leads to two outcomes.

Those who sincerely admit their mistakes and possess a certain talent will be asked to leave after being informed of some knowledge about the extraordinary world. As for how the Watchful Guardian Association will handle things in the future, it will not concern itself with them.

The person's attitude was neutral, but there was no malice involved. Their memories were altered by professionals in the mental spectrum, and they were thrown out. Upon waking up, they had forgotten everything.

Ok?

You asked about people with terrible attitudes and full of malice?

Didn't I already say that?

There are only "two" possible destinations.

Such people have nowhere to go.

The Watchmen do not stand in this world on mercy.

"It's about strength."

After digesting Ariana's news, Ning Feng's biggest thought was that he was not strong enough.

Do you want to stop all of this?

If he had the ability, he certainly wouldn't mind stopping it; he didn't want to see all of this destroyed.

"That is, if I have the ability..."

But Ning Feng was even more aware of his own powerlessness.

Looking at his reflection in the corridor window, Ning Feng's lips curled up into a helpless smile.

They're not even awakened beings yet, and they still want to stop the gods? They're really overthinking things.

Staring at his reflection, Ning Feng noticed a new sense of unease.

"It seems a little...too beautiful, doesn't it?"

This isn't Ning Feng being vain.

Although it's not very clear, there are subtle differences between his reflection and his past appearance.

His overall appearance remained unchanged, but many minor flaws were subtly adjusted, elevating his overall demeanor to a new level.

With thick eyelashes, a delicate face, and deep eyes, coupled with his tall figure, Ning Feng was almost unrealistically handsome.

However, this is not a feminine or effeminate appearance. Given her height and the fact that her figure hasn't changed after exercising, she wouldn't be mistaken for a woman.

"I went upstairs and said, 'Hey! Honey~'"

Ning Feng: "?"

When I send a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, it's that I think you have a problem.

A mocking laugh rang in his ears, and Ariana teased him in his mind:

"Stop admiring your beauty. You'll have plenty of time to enjoy the conveniences it brings. Aren't you worried about being late?"

Ning Feng withdrew his gaze from the window, no longer dwelling on these trivial details, and continued walking at his own unhurried pace.

"It's okay, it's very close. I should be the one waiting for her."

The "old place" Jiang Wan mentioned in her text message is actually not far at all.

There aren't many places that can be considered their old haunts.

The neighborhood where my parents lived before their accident, the place where I was taken in by the elderly, and the Watchers branch where we spent our training time together.

The first two places are places of sorrow for the two of them. They only go to pay their respects and clean up on the anniversary of their death each year, and they don't go back often at other times.

"Then it can only be there."

Medical Room No. 9 is located in the farthest corner of the training field.

Because of its remote location, few people were willing to walk there, and for a long time it became their private space to pass the time.

Not in a hurry to get there, Ning Feng slowed down, familiarizing himself with everything about his body and gradually getting used to his new bloodline.

Ning Feng didn't actually have much dissatisfaction with the succubus bloodline, since it sounded like they would have quite good abilities in certain areas.

It's a traditional skill of Chinese men who are fiercely competitive throughout their lives: they're willing to pay any price as long as it's effective.

Moreover, he was not old-fashioned and did not insist on the purity of human bloodlines.

It's meaningless.

During those three hundred years of darkness and turmoil, there were countless instances of humans and supernatural beings intermarrying for various reasons, leaving behind countless mixed-race offspring.

Although the humans of that world were weak at that time, they were a magical race with an incredibly strong capacity for tolerance.

It seems that the concept of racial segregation did not exist at all, and regardless of race, people could reproduce after intermarriage.

Half-elf, half-demon, half-dwarf, half-dragon...

This has resulted in a pitifully small number of pure-blooded humans. More than 90% of humans have some degree of extraordinary biological bloodline, but it is so weak that it is difficult to detect.

Moreover, those awakened individuals who follow the bloodline lineage path will experience some changes in their bodies when activating their abilities.

After seeing so many animal ears, scales, canine teeth, tails, wings... few people still insist on the purity of their bloodline.

As he nodded to his colleagues as he passed by, Ning Feng clearly sensed the change in how people around him treated him.

It's not just women who are smiling at me more; even male colleagues I don't know well usually smile more when we meet.

"This is a society that judges people by their appearance."

Ning Feng sighed to himself, but he didn't notice that their changes weren't just due to the change in his appearance.

More than anything, it's about temperament.

Ning Feng, despite his excellent academic performance, was considered somewhat unapproachable by many.

Not only does he possess the imposing aura of a top student, but he also exudes an indifference towards life.

He was not aloof, but he also did not have much interaction with anyone other than Jiang Wan, neither overstepping boundaries nor getting too close.

Ning Feng's training diligence ranks among the top three of everyone, and nine out of ten of the scars on his body were left from his self-training.

He was like an empty shell without a soul, continuing to move, sustained by his last shred of belief.

Although he wore a polite smile, he still exuded a faint sense of aloofness, as if he were wearing a mask.

Now, after combining his past life experiences, Ning Feng is more like an ordinary... handsome guy.

As Ning Feng finished adjusting, he reached the door of the infirmary and took out his spare key. Suddenly, a malicious voice whispered in his mind:

"Speaking of which, this is a rare opportunity. Why don't you try using your charm?"

Ning Feng, who was about to push the door open and go in, subconsciously wanted to refuse, but hesitated for a moment because, undeniably, it did seem to be a good opportunity.

Trying it with others carries the risk of being seen as indecent and could potentially hurt their feelings.

With Jiang Wan, there's not so much to worry about.

Anyway, we're all so familiar with each other, right?

Since we'll have to test it sooner or later, it's better to avoid accidentally hurting someone...

Or, try?

"Let's talk about it later; it wouldn't be good to hurt her..."

Ultimately, Ning Feng didn't refuse outright. He pushed open the door to the infirmary, about to continue speaking, but then froze at the doorway.

Because he heard a solemn voice coming from inside:

"The pine trees wept, the heavens sobbed, mournful music lingered, and relatives and friends shed tears."

In the cold, quiet room, filled with the smell of bleach, a woman in a white lab coat held a book and read aloud without turning around, her voice solemn:

"Ning Feng, male, lost both parents at a young age and lived a lonely life. He died at the age of twenty-two."

With his eye twitching violently, Ning Feng felt he should just slam the door and leave!

"He was a good person, a good assistant to the instructors, and a good role model for his colleagues. We always respected him, it's just a pity... Oh? You're here? How are you feeling?"

I'm not good!

And you'll be in trouble too!

You son of a bitch, I'm going to hurt you today, I said it!

Chapter Fourteen: Don't Die Casually

Ning Feng changed his training focus to the command sequence two years ago, which was right after Jiang Wan awakened and joined the combat sequence.

Is there a necessary connection between these two?

The answer is yes.

Hearing all this, it seems like a melodramatic story of a genius childhood sweetheart who rises to prominence and leaves, while a down-on-his-luck, good-for-nothing simp abandons his bright future to silently support her.

But that's not the case at all.

Although Jiang Wan was transferred to another branch, the two maintained their relationship. They didn't see each other often but kept in touch frequently, and there was no scene of them turning their backs on each other.

Ning Feng made his choice for two reasons.

On one hand, Ning Feng realized that his combat skills had not improved for a long time, and he was likely to be hopeless in awakening and remain a reserve operator for life.

On the other hand, he did hope to help Jiang Wan as much as he could, but this was not out of affection.

Ning Feng only hoped that Jiang Wan could live a good life.

He didn't want to lose his family anymore.

but now……

Ning Feng changed his mind.

Damn it, from today onwards I don't know her!

How can a long-awaited reunion turn into a funeral?

Wearing a white lab coat, Jiang Wan pushed up her non-prescription glasses, a faint smile playing on her lips, and closed the book in her hands.

"Long time no see, how are you doing?"