Chapter 781 - 671: There’s Something Wrong_2

Chapter 781: Chapter 671: There’s Something Wrong_2

In two days, a batch of special drugs from Ximas Pharmaceutical will need to be transported to Zone 9. You can secretly accompany the convoy to enter the border of Zone 9. Your identity and transit documents will be arranged as one of their accompanying researchers, so it won’t attract any attention."

After these days of training, Zhao Jingyi had long been accustomed to issuing orders and listening to reports.

She neither commended her assistant’s efficiency nor raised new questions. She simply nodded slightly, as if everything should naturally fall into place.

The infiltration of power was unconsciously making her imitate her mentor Zuo Bai’s cold rationality and sense of control.

Just then.

Buzz—

The tablet in her hand vibrated slightly, and a new email popped up on the desktop.

It was from her mentor, Zuo Bai.

She tapped with her fingertip, and the email content unfolded, containing just a single simple line.

"Do not retrieve the item yet, time has changed, wait for further notice."

Zhao Jingyi’s pupils suddenly contracted, as if pricked by a needle.

"The time changed?"

She almost subconsciously murmured, her voice tinged with surprise.

A small yet extraordinarily strange sense of suspicion instantly emerged from the bottom of her heart.

She immediately exited the current email and quickly swiped up the screen, finding the previous email sent by her mentor.

The previous email, sent the day before, contained an encrypted address coordinate, no more than 12 hours apart from this email.

For her mentor, this could be considered a change of instruction.....

Zhao Jingyi stared at her phone, turmoil in her heart:

"This isn’t like the mentor’s style, and the mentor is a perfectionist, always valuing time plans. How could he be changing things?"

She frowned, forcing herself to calm down, and began to seriously recall every detail of the video call she had with her mentor yesterday.

"At that time, the mentor said... to have me go to Zone 9 to retrieve a ’Neural Interface Chip’ for him and to immediately install it into E-37 for the next stage of incubation tests.

This task itself seemed reasonable and without problem, but..."

Zhao Jingyi’s eyes suddenly contracted to needle points, she remembered!

When the mentor described that chip, he used the term—"the chip he left behind in Zone 9"!

Left behind?

Could Mentor Zuo Bai... also carelessly ’leave behind’ something?

Ordinary people might make such low-level mistakes, but Mentor Zuo Bai is someone with an obsession for detail.

The probability of something like forgetfulness happening to the mentor should be infinitely close to zero.

Sure, the mentor can make mistakes, but coupled with the two emails that ’contradict’ each other...

If Zhao Jingyi couldn’t detect the anomaly, she wouldn’t have been fit to be the mentor’s student for a few years without being dead.

"Mentor... has encountered a problem."

A bold and chilling conjecture emerged uncontrollably from her heart.

In the past, even having such a disrespectful thought about her mentor would have been enough to make her feel fearful and uneasy.

But things were different now, she was no longer just Zuo Bai’s student; she was also an ’unofficial intern’ of Destiny.

This extraordinarily special undercover identity greatly enhanced her courage.

Especially since she began managing the lab, with her increasing power and access to core technologies, an unrealistic flame of ambition had quietly ignited deep within her heart.

The assistant in the nearby laboratory clearly felt the surrounding atmosphere suddenly drop. She cautiously raised her eyes, only to see her senior staring at the phone screen, her expression frighteningly cold.

The assistant couldn’t help but recoil slightly; during this time that the mentor was absent, she clearly felt her senior becoming more and more inscrutable, the aura around her increasingly akin to that of Mentor Zuo Bai.

The assistant timidly asked in a low voice:

"Senior sister, you just mentioned changing the time... should I notify Ximas Pharmaceutical to delay the convoy’s departure by a few days?"

Zhao Jingyi was abruptly jolted out of her thoughts. Turning her head to the assistant, her expression seemed to flicker between fear and excitement, and her voice trembled slightly:

"That’s right... we need to change the time."

She paused, took a deep breath, as if making some kind of decision, and her tone suddenly became firm and resolute:

"But instead of delaying, we need... to advance it!

Inform them that I need to depart for Zone 9 today, have the pharmaceutical company cooperate."

It’s no wonder Zhao Jingyi was overthinking, this was also something she learned from her mentor.

The sentence the mentor often drilled into them was, "Brains are meant for thinking; use your stupid brains for everything, or else you’d better slice them for feeding to the test subjects."

"Yes, senior sister, I’ll arrange it right away."

The assistant promptly responded and walked out.

Zhao Jingyi stood still, her gaze fixed on the E-37 experiment vessel, as if questioning herself and the other:

"Did the mentor really want me to retrieve a Neural Interface Chip, and to implant it in you for the next stage of incubation...

Do you think the mentor might be deceiving us?"

.....

Have you ever experienced waking up stronger after a night’s sleep?

I know you certainly haven’t, and I don’t blame you for that.

The vast majority of people in this world will never experience such a package in their lifetime.

Most bustling extras, faceless NPCs, the background crowd... their packages mostly include...

The feeling of never waking up again after a night’s sleep.

Unlike me!

I am someone handpicked by the Master, and deep within my soul is etched a "grace package" that makes you envious to the point of eye infection.

As the light from the Upper City shone through the window pane, scattering cold patches of light on his eyelids, Chen Fengrui woke up naturally.

He instinctively raised his hand, spreading five fingers.

With a slight movement of his mind, a soft swish, five sharp, gleaming bone claws, flickering with a metallic cold glow, abruptly protruded from his fingertips.

The finger bones were longer, more robust, and colder than ever, as if evolved from bones into refined alloy blades.

An unprecedented sense of control and desire for destruction surged within him, intertwining in his heart.

Almost without hesitation, Chen Fengrui abruptly flipped off the bed and solemnly kneeled on the cold ground, then prostrated himself, pressing his forehead tightly against the back of his hand, bowing towards the void.

This was the thing he did most frequently and cherished the most during this period.

His voice brimmed with fervent fanaticism:

"Praise be to my Master! Thank you for Your grace!"

Even until this moment, he still didn’t know what the ’Master’ sitting high on the cold Iron Throne in the depths of the endless dark Consciousness Space truly was.

A deity who governs the rules? An evil sacrificial monster that tempts the hearts of men? Or some presence from another dimension completely beyond his understanding?

These questions had indeed crossed his mind, but none of them could shake his offering of utmost devotion and gratitude to the ’Master’.

For on that thrilling night, he thought he was doomed, but the Master saved him and bestowed upon him unimaginable power.

It was truly a blessing in disguise!

As for whether the villain who kidnapped him was also acting on the Master’s orders... oh heavens~, the thought had never once crossed Chen Fengrui’s mind.

Such a notion was profoundly gratuitous and thankless.

After all, even the air in Lower City was taxed, but the power granted by the Master was free.

Comparing the two, one doesn’t need to elaborate on how ’inhuman’ the Executive Government is, and how benevolent and magnanimous the ’Master’ is, right?

To him, someone who would soon need to ’watch the meter’ even to breathe, the shock brought by something free is beyond the imagination of happy people from other worlds.

Don’t talk to him about any absurd rationale like "the free stuff is actually the most expensive".

Even if he hadn’t read many books, he couldn’t possibly be fooled by such nonsense.

For Chen Fengrui, free is the best, especially when this free stuff is the power he desires most... he was even mentally prepared to die for the ’Master’ at any time.