Chapter 723 - 642: Wild Treasure Chest? This World Is Really Dirty

Chapter 723: Chapter 642: Wild Treasure Chest? This World Is Really Dirty

Then, a certain member of the Thirteen Seats will definitely visit Zone 9 to pass judgment on [Mask].

It is both to avenge them and to harvest the numerous Evil Sacrifices painstakingly nurtured within [Mask].

"[Destiny]?!"

Beneath the ghastly white mask, the rapidly spinning crimson hook jade in Feng Mu’s eyes suddenly ceased.

His expression froze instantly, revealing a look of indescribable astonishment: "..."

So it was [Destiny] that set eyes on me?

Feng Mu’s mind considered countless possibilities, but never did he expect that the one holding "good intentions" toward him was actually [Destiny]?

"Strange, what about the system prompt?"

A trace of doubt flashed through Feng Mu’s mind,

"No trigger prompt? Was it ignored? Or... was this itself part of the ’Silver Treasure Chest’ reward that was delivered in this ’doorstep’ form ahead of time?"

"Or... was it simply a wildcard ’Wild Treasure Chest’?"

In a split second, various guesses clashed fiercely in Feng Mu’s mind.

The overwhelming murderous aura around Feng Mu, as tangible as the tide, rapidly subsided and dispersed like receding seawater.

The ribbed fangs that were continuously opening and closing madly, snapping at the Master of Ceremonies’ head, retreated with extreme reluctance back into his chest.

The menacing spine in his hand, like a returning viper, deftly slithered back with a hiss into the split behind his neck.

The muscles at the wound squirmed strangely for a moment, then healed instantly, leaving not even a scar.

"Thud."

Feng Mu’s rushed steps abruptly halted, firmly rooted in place.

He nonchalantly shook his hand, the cracks on his fingers mending, and gently covered the Master of Ceremonies’ scraped cheek.

This reversal from extreme motion to extreme stillness lasted just a blink!

An ordinary person wouldn’t react in time, but the few from Team 103 reacted quickly enough to be unsettling.

They didn’t need any verbal communication; a mere exchange of glances when Feng Mu’s murderous intent faded established their mutual understanding.

Consensus, achieved!

The Wild Beast’s clawed fingertips halted suddenly, the sharp nails stopped in front of [Mask]’s forehead.

Red Dragonfly’s long tongue abruptly ceased its tremble, hanging limply one centimeter beside [Mask]’s temple, venom nearly dripping.

At the last moment, Captain of the Constables furrowed ten deep grooves into the ground with his iron-like toes, the stirring wind flipping the fabric behind [Mask].

The entire battle, as if suddenly hitting a pause button, fell into dead silence.

Seeing the enemy urgently halt the moment he did, Feng Mu didn’t swap positions with his shadow and finally believed the good intentions from the Master of Ceremonies about seventy to eighty percent.

As for full trust?

Ha, that’s simply a myth.

Feng Mu can’t even achieve ten out of ten trust in himself; sometimes when his suspicious mind acts up, he doubted even himself, much less [Destiny].

He barely trusted [Destiny] nine points out of ten, and that needed to be certified by the system.

Like Team 103’s suspected wildcard "Treasure Chest," their credibility needed some discounting.

Of course, all these internal calculations and cold assessments were perfectly locked beneath Feng Mu’s ghastly white mask.

On the surface, what he showed towards [Destiny] was always one hundred percent trust and acceptance without reservation.

Acting, to any qualified villain, is an instinct etched in their marrow, a lifelong grand undertaking.

Not just acting for the enemy, but even more for one’s own.

Incessant life, nonstop acting.

Thus, with a sense of "finally finding his place," Feng Mu sighed lightly.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand, his fingertips caught the edge of the ghastly white mask.

"Click."

With a light sound, the mask concealing his true face was deftly removed, revealing the true guise beneath, belonging to "Zheng Hang."

At the moment the mask parted from his face!

All the coldness, murderous intent, and suspicion on his face vanished like an eraser’s swipe, seamlessly switching to an expression overflowing with genuine apology:

"Oh — I’m sorry, I reacted a little bit too much."

His voice brimmed with self-blame, the sincerity in his tone left nothing to be criticized:

"Mainly because I, this person, have been deceived too many times.

You can understand, right? In this world, there are too many bad people, and every one of them loves to disguise themselves as warm-hearted philanthropists, but I’ve truly been scared by the deception."

He paused, seemingly to calm his "agitated" mind, then revealed a smile ten times more radiant than the Master of Ceremonies had shown before:

"But if you are [Destiny], that’s different, my life-long greatest admiration is for [Destiny], [Destiny] is different from this hypocritical world, everyone inside must be glorious and upright people.

It was just my petty mind misjudging the sincere goodwill from you all! Really sorry for that!"

Master of Ceremonies: "..."

Looking at Zheng Hang’s face full of "naive innocence," the Master of Ceremonies couldn’t help but feel a slight jolt, a strong yet mysterious sense of familiarity quietly rising in his heart.

Strange, why does it feel familiar?

Red Dragonfly: "..."

Her beautiful eyes roved interestedly between Zheng Hang and the Master of Ceremonies, as if she had discovered something extraordinarily intriguing, her eyes shining with an exotic sparkle men don’t understand.

Wild Beast: "..."

He grinned, revealing a foolish smile, nodding vigorously, fully accepting Zheng Hang’s apology and deeply agreeing with his plight.

Indeed... in this hypocritical world, only [Destiny] is their sole pure land and haven.

Captain of the Constables: "..."

The corners of his eye involuntarily twitched twice; he had heard countless evaluations about [Destiny].

"Terrifying," "Evil," "Insane"... countless shocking descriptions emerged one after another.

But calling it "a good person," that was indeed unprecedented, unheard of before.

How to put it...

He now felt not only was his captain position insecure, but the Master of Ceremonies’ role as the team’s brain was also unsteady.

The four exchanged glances and, regardless of whether [Mask] spoke truth or lie, tacitly decided to follow the original plan, recruiting him into the team first.

After a brief brain-freeze, the Master of Ceremonies inhaled deeply, raised his head, and this time did not avoid but sincerely locked eyes with [Mask]’s equally sincere eyes, softly smiling:

"No need to blame yourself, it’s my flawed way of expressing, it’s my flawed way of expressing; misunderstandings in communication led to this unnecessary conflict, the fault lies with me, not you."

The Master of Ceremonies generously took on the "responsibility," labeling the conflict as "a misunderstanding," continued:

"So we continue with the previous topic; if you don’t like frozen goods, how about fresh ones.

This is Team 103’s welcoming gift, inviting you to join."

As he spoke, Wild Beast, Red Dragonfly, and Captain of the Constables all gradually withdrew their fists and tongue.

Zheng Hang (Feng Mu) only then remembered something, turning back to look not far behind at Zuo Bai.

Zuo Bai: "..."

He still clenched his fists tightly!

He still wore a fierce expression!

He maintained that same resolute, ready-to-charge "loyal" stance!

However!!!

At this moment, he seemed petrified, frozen in place.

All the blood in his body seemed to instantly turn to ice, even his thoughts congealed.

Neither lowering his fist nor holding it up felt right.

Zuo Bai’s mind completely crashed: "???"

The CPU in his head working to the max, smoke billowing from his hair, yet he couldn’t think of any viable solution to the current situation.

No way, I stand with [Destiny], but [Destiny], why... don’t fight!!!

When you all say fight, you fight; when you say reconcile, you reconcile, did you ever consider me?

You’re right!

This world is filthy, damn filthy indeed.

Science... science can neither save me nor this world.

Zuo Bai’s mind in chaos, he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple rolling, making a clear "gulp" sound.

Or should I just end myself to entertain you all?