This Curse Is Just Awesome

Question.

How many steps were there in order to take Bahuang Yao out of the freezer?

Answer.

One step.

With a flying kick, Bahuang Yao fell out of the freezer and was caught by Chen Yu.

Since she was going to revive soon, the freezer was no longer useful...

Getting out of the freezer, Chen Yu placed Bahuang Yao steadily on the simple platform. He took a towel and carefully wiped the ice shards off the girl's body. Then, he stretched out his finger and lightly hit her.

Bahuang Yao: "..."

Chen Yu: "So hard."

Rubbing his fingers, he threw away the towel and moved a chair over. He sat in front of Bahuang Yao and waited quietly.

About half an hour later, the girl's stiff body was slightly soft. Only then did Chen Yu get up and begin his preparations.

The tools were as follows:

One, a bathtub.

Two, a watering can.

Three, a buoy removed from the toilet.

Four, green tree sap.

Five, red Wood Powder...

After arranging all the props, Chen Yu swiftly assembled them. Then, he took off his clothes and lay flat in the bathtub filled with clean water.

"All the steps should be fine, right..."

Holding the water bag filled with 'green tree sap', he carefully checked it twice to make sure that there was no oversight. Then, he carefully opened the bag.

That's right.

He wanted to do the operation to resurrect Bahuang Yao by himself,

He did not want Ma Li to discover the secret of his [Curse], or it would be troublesome.

Although Ma Li and the others would still be suspicious after he 'resurrected' Bahuang Yao, the direction of their suspicion would only stop at 'he used a certain method to resurrect', not 'his own changes caused the resurrection of Bahuang Yao'.

This meant two completely different things.

The former was because he had a method.

The latter was because he had a problem.

His recent experience made him realize how important it was to protect his 'secrets'...

"Phew..."

He took a deep breath to calm down his slightly nervous mood.

Chen Yu turned his head and took one last look at Bahuang Yao's 'well-groomed' body. He flipped his wrist and poured a bag of 'green tree sap' into the bathtub.

Creak creak --

The moment the sap fell into the clean water, it spread rapidly.

[Purified by Karma: Lignification +235]

[Lignification +217]

[Lignification +207...]

Chen Yu, who was reversed by the [World Curse], was immediately affected. From the outside to the inside, he was lignified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Plop.

Soon, he lost all consciousness and fell into the green surface of the water.

At this moment, the lock-shaped tattoo on his abdomen slowly emitted a dark red light.

The red light resonated with the green water and finally turned into a beautiful yellow color...

[Body death.]

[Special curse activating.]

[Curse effect: After 'A' dies, resurrect 'B'.]

[Activation successful...]

In the void, there was no concept of time.

But there seemed to be faint spots of light.

Turning points into appearances, turning faces into threads.

In the end, the entire void was completely filled.

"Oh."

On the simple wooden platform, the young girl's body shook slightly.

Her trembling eyelashes 'struggled for a moment' before slowly opening...

...

"Is this the person?"

Shanghai.

In a secret underground office, the Principal of Beijing University, Mikami Youya, and several Level 8 martial artists were looking at the military officer in front of them with serious expressions.

Being surrounded by so many 'big shots', the military officer's muscles stiffened and he shivered.

"Excuse me, is this the person?" Seeing that the military officer didn't reply, the Principal of Beijing University pointed at the figure on the screen and repeated.

"Ah... Ah, yes!" The officer came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly. "It's him."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sir, I'm sure. At that time, I authorized the permission to launch the missile."

"Mikami Youya, what do you think?" The Principal of Beijing University turned his head and spoke to Mikami Youya.

Mikami was silent for a moment. She walked to the large electronic screen and carefully observed the figure in a long robe. She seemed to be deep in thought. "That is to say, before the two Level 9 beasts went crazy, a person arrived on a missile at the military base of Tang City."

"Riding a missile..." A Level 8 fighter in the corner clenched her teeth. "So f*cking awesome."

"This is too weird."

"It's not weird." The eyes of the other Level 8 fighter lit up. "What a 'genius' idea! We can try it in the future!"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and a strange scene appeared in their minds. A Level 8 fighter who was usually arrogant and awe-inspiring lined up to ride a missile and travel between heaven and earth...

Everyone: "..."

"...Hahaha, d*mn it, it's awesome." A female Level 8 martial artist couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"It was the end of the last nuclear explosion that caused the two beasts to have an internal conflict." The old woman who had been silent all this time spoke up. "There are no coincidences in this world. The mutation of a Level 9 beast definitely has something to do with that person."

"If the internal conflict between the exotic beasts was really his doing, then he was actually the one who saved Shanghai." The female Level 8 warrior crossed her arms in front of her chest. "It was his arms that allowed us to survive."

"..."

In the room, everyone was silent.

"Who is he?" Pressing the remote control and closing the screen, the Principal of Beijing University stood up from the sofa. "And how did he manage to cause the internal conflict between the exotic beasts?"

"Is he a support-type martial mage who is good at controlling minds?" Mikami Youya asked leisurely.

The Principal of Beijing University narrowed his eyes. "If he is a martial mage who is good at controlling minds, then he can control two Level 9 exotic beasts for more than 20 hours. His strength must have reached Level 9."

"Support-type Level 9..."

In the room, everyone became more and more silent.

Any Level 9 martial artist was the treasure of all mankind.

And support-type martial artists were scarce to begin with.

Level 9 support-type martial artists were even more of a treasure amongst treasures...

Bang.

The Principal of Beijing University gritted his teeth and slammed the table heavily. "Whether he's Level 9 or not, this person must be found!"

"To be able to control the thoughts and actions of two Level 9 exotic beasts, such power..." The old woman's tone was faint. "It's enough to decide the survival of the human civilization."

Find him...

At this moment, everyone's thoughts were particularly unified.

If the mutation of the 'demonic Beast Tide' was really the work of the 'mysterious man,' then this person could no longer be called a life-saving straw.

It was the ocean-pacifying needle!

It was not an exaggeration to say that in the future, the entire human civilization's system would revolve around this 'mysterious man'!

He lived, the humans lived.

He died, the humans died...

"From now on, search the martial arts world in the country and find all martial artists above Level 6 who are similar in size to him. Screen them one by one," the Principal of Beijing University ordered decisively. "Especially around Tang City, focus on the screening area!"

"Why is it limited to Level 6 and above?" a martial artist asked.

"Because those who have not reached Level 6 cannot withstand the supersonic air resistance friction of the missile," another martial artist explained. "Even an ordinary Level 6 martial artist will be burnt to ashes in the friction. After all, human flesh is never as solid as the special alloy on the surface of a missile."

"..." At this moment, the old woman standing in the corner wanted to say something, but stopped herself.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of Chen Yu.

Chen Yu had escaped them from Tang City.

Moreover, with Chen Yu's style of doing things, he was completely capable of riding a missile.

But before she could say anything, she thought of Chen Yu's 'low' strength, and the old woman shut her mouth again.

A Level 2 martial artist could ride a missile? Could he control a Level 9 exotic beast?

No one in their right mind would take such a ridiculous guess seriously...

"Excuse me." Mikami Youya walked up to the officer and spoke fluent Chinese. "Did you see his face at that time?"

"Lord... Lord Mikami." The officer nervously swallowed his saliva, "He... He was covered in a black robe. I didn't see his face."

"What about his voice? Is there any record?"

"No." The officer shook his head. "He only spoke when he entered the command center. After that, he didn't speak."

The old woman suddenly interrupted, "Regarding his voice, what is his approximate age?"

"It should be..." The officer raised his head and recalled, "He should be a young man."

The Principal of Beijing University and the old woman looked at each other.

Mikami Youya you frowned even more. "A young man?"

"Yes." The officer's forehead began to sweat. "In any case, from what I heard, he should be a young person. At that time, there were still my colleagues in the command center. Why don't you... ask my colleagues again?"

"Perhaps they just have a young voice." The female warrior of Level 8 said, "A warrior of Level 9, no matter how talented he is, must be at least fifty years old."

"..."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone fell into deep thought.

The room was once again shrouded in silence.

Until the old woman continued to speak, breaking the silence, "Why did you agree to come to Shanghai on a missile?"

"Because he kidnapped our boss."

"So he launched the missile?"

"Yes." The military officer nodded, "Before the launch, we contacted Shanghai and got the authorization. Then, we aimed the target at 33 kilometers away from the coastline to ensure that we would not accidentally hurt Shanghai. That's why we launched the missile."

"...I understand."

"Did you find anything?" the Principal of Beijing University asked the old woman.

"No." The old woman shook her head.

"Oh, I remember that when you and Bahuang Yi were returning from the northeast, you passed by Tang City, right?" the Principal asked.

"Yes."

"Then you should be familiar with Tang City. I'll leave the investigation of Tang City to you."

"Sure." The old woman nodded.

"That will be the arrangement for now." After sitting down again, the Principal of Beijing University scanned the crowd. "Does anyone have any other thoughts?"

The martial artists shook their heads.

"Dismissed."

"Yes!"

One minute later.

All the martial artists left.

Only the Principal of Beijing University and Mikami Youya were left in the secret office.

The two of them sat opposite each other.

The Principal of Beijing University took the initiative to make tea and handed it over. "Here."

"Thank you."

"I should thank you." The Principal held the teacup and said with a serious face, "If the entire country joins Shanghai, Japan will disappear in the future."

"With the end of the world coming, the significance of the collective existence of the country is no longer significant." Mikami Youya took a sip of tea. "The most important thing is to survive. However, I feel a little ashamed that all the credit is placed on me."

"In order to boost morale and facilitate the gathering of the population, we have to do this. Because at the moment, you are the only Level 9 martial artist left in the human race."

"Isn't this... another one." Mikami Youya's eyes flickered. "He should be the one pushed to the top."

"But he hasn't shown up yet." The Principal of Beijing University rubbed his chin. "It seems that he wants to hide his identity."

"Speaking of which..."

Mikami Youya and the Principal looked at each other. "It's because of this person's existence that history has changed. In my premonition, this person has never appeared before."

"Is that so..."

"Yes." Mikami Youya straightened her body, her expression was grave. "You don't have a deep understanding of time. You don't quite understand what 'history' means by changing. I'll use the simplest way to explain. This 'black-robed man' can even be said to not be from our world."

When he heard this, the Principal's pupils constricted. "Not... not from this world?"

"Yes."

"This is a little too..." He wanted to use the word 'ridiculous' to describe it, but when he saw Mikami Youya's serious expression, he chose to use words that were more tactful. "...It's a little too unbelievable."

Standing up, Mikami Youya picked up a pen. She drew a line on the white wall. "This is the timeline. From the past to the future, everything is destined. Because time is a dimension. It cannot be changed. This is the reason why I did not participate in the battle of the capital."

"But now, it has changed?" the Principal probed.

"Yes! From the moment that person appeared!"

Mikami Youya gripped her pen tightly. "If the world is likened to a well-established operating program, then the 'black-robed man' is a bug that was suddenly injected into it. It has messed up everything."

"For us..." The Principal narrowed his eyes. "It's a good thing, right?"

"...That's right, it's a good thing."

"Since it's a good thing, there's no need to pay too much attention to it." Putting down his teacup, the Principal's tone became heavier. "Find him, that's all."

"When necessary, we can mobilize all our forces."

...

"Tang City..."

"The black-robed man..."

After leaving the secret office, the old woman went straight back to her home. She sat on the chair and frowned, deep in thought.

She kept having the feeling that she seemed to have overlooked something.

However, when she thought about it carefully, she could not think of anything.

Knock, knock, knock!

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

The old woman came back to her senses and said, "Come in."

Creak --

The door was pushed open, and Jill, who was dressed in jeans, walked over. He took off his cowboy hat and said, "Sir, you called for me?"

"Yes." The old woman nodded and said, "Recently, I'm going to Tang City to preside over a very important job. You and Bahuang Yi are still going with me."

"Okay. Then I should continue to call you captain."

"Whatever."

"When do we leave?" Jill asked.

"In the afternoon."

"So soon?"

"If it's possible, I want to go now."

"Okay." Jill spread his hands. "It seems that this matter is very important."

"Wrong." The old woman stretched out her index finger and pointed at the ceiling. "It's not very important. It's extremely important! It can be considered the most important mission of the current human race."

"One of them?"

"No one."

"..." Hearing this, Jill put away his casual expression and stood at attention. "I'll go and prepare now."

"Okay, inform Bahuang Yi to go together."

"Yes!"

Walking out of the old woman's villa, Jill exploded with energy and charged all the way. In just two minutes, he arrived at Bahuang Yi's residence.

Dong!

Without knocking on the door, Jill kicked it open. "Yi'er, it's time for work. Hurry up and pack your things. In the afternoon... Hmm? What are you doing?"

In the living room of the house, Bahuang Yi pasted pictures of the 'black-robed man' all over the wall.

Hearing the sound, Bahuang Yi turned around. He was holding a few documents in his hand and was expressionless.

"Chen Yu."

"Ah?" Jill was stunned. "What?"

"It must be.... Chen Yu."