Chapter 1799 - 925: Caught Red-Handed in Bed_3

Sitting in the chair, utterly perplexed—what the hell just happened!

He had been so discreet, who on earth called White Deer!

In fact, it was completely unnecessary.

No wonder, during this time, the presence of White Deer had been too overwhelming, off the charts, making Furnace Wolf too conspicuous.

Even the direction and guidance of the Matrix couldn't pull it back.

Besides, the connection between Tian Yuan and White Deer was too close.

As a result, it seemed to mysteriously trigger a bug.

Now, the question was...

"So is this blessing from Tian Yuan or White Deer?"

He raised his palm, a brand new Non-Attack Circle Realm unfurled between his fingers, an imposing aura controlling everything manifested from his palm.

But as the palm flipped, the solemn atmosphere abruptly changed, and a ferocious hunger, a brutal sense of predation, burst from between his fingers.

Palm and fingers, control and plunder, Tian Yuan and White Deer...

Amidst the blessing, a brand new transformation emerged from the Circle Realm, flowing smoothly, without any hindrance, without a trace of conflict.

It was so natural, it should be so!

Yet it was high above, imposing benevolence and authority; capable of breaking boundaries, crushing old norms.

At that moment, as Ji Jue's hands slowly overlapped, between Tian Yuan and White Deer, two similarly sourced but vastly different Circle Realms merged into one.

An unprecedented thrill emerged from his chest, bringing new insights!

Ji Jue couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

This was—life and death in hand, granting and seizing at will!

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In the desolate darkness, the alarm sounded once more.

Inside the dim and broken building, dust covered everything, and the spacious lobby was in ruins, long since neglected without maintenance.

Bang!

A broken pipe leaked a large amount of liquid, vaporizing into the air.

At the end of the corridor, a small figure carrying a tool bag hurriedly arrived, clumsily turned off the valve, carefully repaired the pipe, and stuck some tape on it.

But while sticking the tape, it was discovered that the remaining tape was too short, completely insufficient.

After rummaging hurriedly for a long time, finally, another half roll of tape left who knows how long ago was found in a discarded tools pile, carefully taped, pressed firmly, and wrapped around a few more times.

Before there was even time to take a breath, the just-stopped alarm sounded once again!

It sighed, picked up the tool bag again, and dashed off. Soon, the alarm paused, and after who knows how long, it started again.

It seemed like an endless loop.

Its fur was covered in dust, with burn marks.

Amidst the weary rush, its gaze fell on the screen in the Central Control Room, with one crisis alarm after another, and in the upper right corner, the threat index that was already on the brink of the warning line.

[Shadow Sun Seal Integrity—87%]

So, the president laboriously jumped onto the chair covered in scratch marks, raised his head to look out the window...

In the sky, among countless broken buildings and tracks, that savagely burning black sun.

In an instant, the solar wheel suddenly rioted, expanded, clashed with countless entangled and bound tracks and structures, causing the whole Central Dispatch Center to shake violently, hard to stabilize.

[Warning, Warning, Final Protocol is near damage, Warning, Warning, please conduct maintenance immediately, Warning, Warning—]

Amidst the unending alarm, it gazed forlornly at everything before it and lowered its head.

As if making a final decision.

A silent sigh.

Leaped onto the control panel, used its nose to push open the protective cover after accidentally touching it, mustered all its courage, and pressed the big red button.

[Emergency State], initiates!

Boom!!!

Systems buried deep in the Central Dispatch Station were finally fully awakened, with beams of light flickering from the dim structures, illuminating it, countless instruments and modules began operating and activating again.

After who knows how many years, footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the door.

Some soft, some heavy, some steady, some anxious... they overlapped, turning into a dense rainstorm, rapidly approaching.

Until that door was suddenly pushed open, in the flickering darkness, a pair of eerie eyes reflected the light, appearing from outside. Immediately followed by a second pair, a third pair...

Gazing at the long-lost everything, the employees, returning from their slumber, made sounds.

"Awooooo!!!!"

"Wer~wer~wer~"

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof!"

Under the lights finally turned on, those with tongues hanging out, drooling, shaking their whole furry bodies, whether big or small, heavy or light, black or white, excitedly jumping, like torpedoes fierce and wild, or chasing their tails in circles, drooling looking for food, or adeptly finding a corner, lifting a leg...

"..."

In a chaotic mess, no longer the just-dead silence.

But somehow it felt even more unsettling than the silence!

Waiting left and right, with rolling eyes did the president wait in vain for them to quiet down, sighed in despair.

It regretted it.

It was another day longing for good employees.

So troublesome...