The Villain Saint is my secondary account

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Ye Xiao had lost count of how many times he died before he was finally able to open his eyes to reality.

The researcher, Bov, took off his helmet, revealing a face etched with exhaustion, as if his body had been hollowed out.

That Saint-level "self" was so strong it was inhuman. Despite being severely injured and surrounded by a group of people, it always managed to find an opportunity to cut Ye Xiao in two.

Even after being chopped so many times he was dizzy, he still couldn't break through to the extraordinary level. He could only barely survive for a short while longer by relying on his experience and reflexes. The reason he woke up was simply because the mental test in the real world was completed.

"His mental strength is rated at the level of a high-level mage. Mr. Kalon's aptitude is the best I have seen recently."

Bofu looked at the report projected by the instrument next to her and gave a soft approval, but Ye Xiao, who was in a daze, could not hear the female researcher's voice at all. When he walked out of the room, his steps were subconsciously evasive.

All he wanted to do now was get back to the hotel and get some sleep. That bastard, that cunning Dream God, had really screwed him over.

Chapter 122 Breakthrough to the Extraordinary

After taking their company-issued employee ID cards, Ye Xiao and Miss Mo Feng returned to the hotel, rushed into their room, and fell asleep without even taking off their shoes.

His physical strength was actually quite good, but the mental exhaustion was truly unbearable.

Fortunately, he managed to endure the torment of the Dream God's broken device and can now get some rest.

Longing for sleep, Ye Xiao quickly drifted off to sleep.

His weary thoughts sank into the darkness until a deep, circular hall appeared before him.

Outside the lattice window of the hall, the night was thick with darkness. Beneath the window, a blood-covered figure sat leaning against the wall, like a familiar old friend who had been waiting for Ye Xiao for a long time.

Wait a minute...

Didn't I already go back to the hotel?

Seeing this scene that was enough to trigger his painful nerves, Ye Xiao slowly widened his eyes.

Damn it, the dream god, so he comes back here every time he dreams, right?

Ye Xiao never imagined that one day she would develop PtSD about her face.

Seeing himself sitting on the ground raise his head, revealing a gaze brimming with murderous intent, he simply opened his arms and smiled with relief.

The next moment, a blade of light flashed and cleaved him in two again.

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Time flies and two days have passed.

It was late at night when a deafening roar suddenly echoed from a hotel in the city center.

"Hahaha! I'm extraordinary!!!"

This almost manic shout was like a stone thrown into the water, creating a thousand waves. The cats, dogs, and magical pets in the nearby streets were all awakened by this shout and started barking "Ura ura!"

In the bedroom, Ye Xiao leaned against the headboard, tears still streaming down her face as she looked overjoyed.

What a beast, Ysera! The flow of time in dreams is reduced to one percent of that in the real world.

When he was awake, Ye Xiao was so exhausted that he just wanted to sleep. Once he fell asleep, as long as no one woke him up, he was guaranteed at least eight hours of quality sleep.

Multiply by 100 and divide by 24, and you get 33 days. He couldn't hold on and slept three times in two days, which is equivalent to more than three months passing in a dream.

Damn it, it's been almost three months! In these three months, Ye Xiao has been killing and being killed every minute of every day. He finally managed to kill the dying Saint-level "Ye Xiao" with his "assassin brothers" after thousands of battles. Before he could even catch his breath, he was immediately kicked into the next dream.

The next dream is about a group of people besieging and killing their wounded Saint-level self on the battlefield of Blackrock Mountains. After dying hundreds of times, they finally kill him. Then, in the next dream, they ambush their severely wounded self who is fleeing in the forest of Aslan.

Ye Xiao could be said to have fought against his Saint-level self in almost every possible way. From being instantly killed by his near-death Saint-level self with a single strike, to being able to fight a group of people against his wounded self, he finally gained some enlightenment from countless deaths.

To be honest, when he cleared the first scene, Ye Xiao had already memorized his own sword techniques from the Saint Rank. He could even predict the next move in an instant, even the slightest movement.

He could perfectly replicate and counter all the movements of the sword technique. The only difference between him and the Saint-level master was that he could never find that indescribable feeling of "sharpness".

It's hard to describe the feeling in words. It's like watching another version of yourself swing a sword. Even though the blade doesn't carry any sword energy or wind magic, it can still instantly cut through walls and buildings hundreds of meters away.

It seemed to possess some kind of divinity, not merely a physical strike, but a law that conceptually "cut off" things along the path.

Having come to this realization through repeated deaths, Ye Xiao observed his other self's attacks again and seemed to be able to perceive the subtle clues between each swing and sheath of the sword.

Unfortunately, the level he can reach now is only to see this little trick, which makes him more skilled at avoiding his own ghostly slashes, but he still cannot replicate them.

Even so, the mere ability to sense this was enough for Ye Xiao to advance to the level of a transcendent swordsman.

And this was only his Saint-level self. He even began to look forward to what his Myth-level self, who had cleaved the entire Holy City in one slash during his reincarnation memories, had comprehended.

No, no, no, it's better not to get your hopes up.

Coming to his senses, Ye Xiao quickly slapped his head.

He was almost driven to a mental breakdown just from reaching the Transcendent level; he couldn't even imagine how exciting the Mythical level would be.

However, through this, Ye Xiao was able to more deeply appreciate Ella's extraordinary abilities.

Even a mortal being who is certain to succeed on this path must endure this inhuman torment before he can achieve enlightenment and transcendence with the help of the dream god and the "careful guidance" of his past self.

As for Ella... she was extraordinary from the beginning. I remember that she automatically advanced to the Saint rank after obtaining a few divine powers.

Because the process was so smooth, she herself doesn't even remember when she was promoted.

Later, Ella inherited the Sprout of Life from the God of Life, and the Vampire Queen sent her to the Divine Kingdom. If it weren't for the suppression of the world's laws, she would probably have gone straight to the Mythical level.

Wait, come to think of it, isn't this difference a bit too outrageous?

It's unbelievable that I, a mere mortal, once considered such an opponent my nemesis... What's even more absurd is that I actually won?

Well, if you think about it that way, it seems like I'm actually a little better.

Ye Xiao stroked his chin, and then, in a moment of clarity, he affirmed his qualifications as the head of the family.

In any case, now that he has broken through to the extraordinary level, the endless nightmares that he had been slaying can finally have some peace and quiet.

After the initial excitement wore off, a strong sense of fatigue immediately washed over me.

Ye Xiao's eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and she lay back down on the bed, drifting off to sleep once again.

……

morning.

"dong dong dong dong"

The noisy knocking woke Ye Xiao from her sleep.

He opened his eyes groggily. Although this nap was short, it was a rare and genuine "sleep" experience, and he was surprisingly energetic after waking up.

"dong dong dong"

The door was knocked on again, but Ye Xiao was too lazy to get up and open it. He simply pointed a finger into the air, and a wisp of wind flew out from his fingertip, wrapped around the doorknob, and turned it.

After his swordsmanship advanced to the extraordinary level, he felt that he was also becoming more adept at using magic skills.

There seems to be something in common here, but Ye Xiao still doesn't quite understand it.

"Little brother!"

As soon as the door opened, Miss Mo Feng's shouts entered the room.

She subconsciously looked behind the door, only to be surprised to find that Ye Xiao was not there. Turning her head, she saw that Ye Xiao was still lying on the bed.

"Hey! Why aren't you up yet, little brother? We have an event today!"

"Is the next mission coming up?"

Ye Xiao asked in surprise.

"No, oh dear, didn't I tell you yesterday that we're going to the Tyron family mansion today for Miss Windsor's dinner party?"

"Isn't it nighttime now...?"

"The noble banquet is called a 'banquet', but that only means the banquet is held in the evening. The actual entire process starts much earlier!"

Miss Mofeng walked casually to the bedside, grabbed Ye Xiao's arm, and pulled him off the bed.

"Hurry up! We're representatives of the secret service; we can't afford to lose face!"

Chapter 123 Beautiful New City

Grayish-white steam clouds hung low above the city-state's sky. This city, cut into a checkerboard pattern by brass pipes and rivets, had most of its buildings shrouded in mist. Even in the early morning, the streets below were still shrouded in fog.

Only the extensive network of steel bridges can support the iron-skinned trains as they traverse the streets, encircling the city's towering hills and rising layer by layer, reaching for the sun amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds.

This pyramid-shaped city structure can be said to be a style unique to the principality.

In other parts of the world, only mysterious mage towers hidden deep in secret realms might have hundreds of stories high, but in the central part of Lionheart City, such buildings are everywhere.

The top seventy floors of several buildings might be connected in the air to become an aristocratic manor, while the bottom ten floors might be where homeless poor people huddle in a corner where the sun doesn't reach.

The Caesar Mansion and the hotel where the spy team stayed were located on the dividing line between the middle and upper levels of the city, while the city's aristocratic district was situated on the upper level of this huge pyramid-shaped urban settlement.

Riding the light rail powered by the magic crystal mine upwards, Ye Xiao leaned against the window, gazing at the scenery outside.

The light outside is bright, the streets along the way are magnificent, and there are even natural soil paved on steel foundations and courtyards filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

Those blast furnaces, hidden beneath layers of steam, eventually poured their brilliance upon this place.

If it weren't for the towering mountains in the distance and the miniature clusters of low-lying slums below the overpass, such magnificent "scenery" would make one mistakenly believe they were still on a plain.

"Tedeh is mostly mountainous, which makes their buildings particularly dense and tall."

Miss Mofeng sat on the chair next to him and saw Ye Xiao looking at the scenery outside the window. She smiled softly.

"However, this also made their architectural techniques exceptionally advanced. Just looking at this city, it seems to be from a completely different era from other countries on the continent."

"Quite interesting."

Ye Xiao withdrew her gaze. "By the way, I think I heard you say at the hotel that we were attending the banquet as company representatives? What does that mean?"

"We're not company representatives; we don't have that kind of entourage. We're just department representatives."

Miss Mo Feng shook her finger. "Although the company uses the same name externally, the differences between the different departments are actually quite significant."

"So we actually represent the outpost?"

Ye Xiao rubbed his chin. "But even if it's just a sentry post, are we qualified enough? I thought that for the Tyron family's banquet, at least Manager Zhou should personally be present."

“Originally, even Supervisor Zhou wasn’t qualified, but now we’re Miss Windsor’s friends.”

Mo Feng proudly curled his nose.

"Is there a higher rank above Supervisor Zhou?"

"We generally call those above the supervisor 'Executive Officer,' and you should meet them soon. In the company department, the people who actually deal with Duke Tyrone are usually at this level... As for those above that, they are our top bosses."

"'Sage'?"

"You should address him respectfully as 'Sage'."

Mo Feng gestured with his fingers, "Our leader doesn't have as many rules and regulations, but you have to be careful when addressing the leaders of other departments."

As she spoke, the girl leaned closer to Ye Xiao and deliberately lowered her voice to remind him, "Especially the Pioneer department, there are very few members, but they are all very obsessed. If you accidentally say the wrong thing, you can easily get into big trouble."

"No problem. But I don't think I'll encounter any occasions where I need to address them specifically."

Ye Xiao nodded as if she understood, "At worst, you can remind me later, and I'll try to avoid people from this department."

As he spoke, he was still wondering which department the angry demon Samael belonged to.

Time flew by as they chatted, and before long, the train, billowing steam, pulled into a station.

The entire spy team was present this time, including Raymond, the gravity mage Dashan, and the two Dark Templars, Doma and Deborah, who needed constant escort.

Originally, Raymond, the captain of the escort mission, did not intend to attend the banquet, but orders came from above that this was also part of the department's work to build good relations with the nobles of the duchy, so he had no choice but to bring the escort target along as well.

Fortunately, Doma and Deborah did not complain. After changing into formal attire, although their darker skin and appearance differed greatly from the locals, they looked surprisingly unique and quite attractive after dressing up.

Deborah, in particular, changed her heavy white robe into a long dress, revealing her smooth, tanned skin and delicate features, giving her a more youthful and vibrant look.

Of course, it would be even better if she could stop spouting things like "it's all a conspiracy by the world-destroying witch."

If a bird flying by spits down, she'll claim it's the work of a witch. Isn't that pure nonsense?

The Tyrone family's estate was near the platform. After walking a few steps, Ye Xiao was completely convinced that the municipal government had probably built this station specifically for the Tyrone family.

This area is a trapezoidal platform covering dozens of miles, with a huge manor located on the shorter side and the longer side facing outwards. Apart from that, there are no other buildings on the floating lawn within a radius of several miles.

There were special carriages waiting outside the platform, and the servants of the Tyron family came up to greet everyone very warmly when they saw them coming out of the station.