"In this world, the only organizations that can accommodate Fusionists are the Fusionists and the Twilight Society.
"The Fusionists are entirely composed of Fusionists, but their members generally have a fanatical admiration for 'Fusion' and 'Evolution,' believing that the divine path is not the shortcut for human evolution... If you were a member of the Fusionists, you wouldn't have debated with me about good and evil just now. Instead, you would have advised me to abandon the divine path and embrace true evolution."
Han Meng's voice was very calm, as if he were striking directly at the deepest secrets of Chen Yifei's heart.
"So, you come from the Twilight Society."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yifei's brows furrowed slightly beneath his mask. He didn't expect that Han Meng, who seemed to be silent, was actually waiting for him to speak first, to lower his guard...
The reason he only mentioned the "Crimson Heaven Sect" and the "Twilight Society" earlier and not the "Fusionists" was probably to plant a hook for himself, used to discern which faction he belonged to.
"Can't I not belong to any faction?" Chen Yifei asked rhetorically.
"Of course, you can." Han Meng paused for a moment. "I admit there's an element of gambling in my guess, but it seems now... I've made the right bet."
Chen Yifei: ...
Trying to trick me again?
Chen Yifei recalled the first time Han Meng tricked him. He had dodged it the first time but didn't expect to fall for it the second time... This old fox, Han Meng. He should have just left immediately. The longer he stayed with him, the more vulnerabilities he exposed.
However, even though his identity as a member of the Twilight Society was revealed, Chen Yifei wasn't too flustered. Even if Han Meng hadn't tested him, he would have found a way to reveal his identity as a member of the Twilight Society.
That black mask gazed at Han Meng for a long time, chuckling as if he had discovered something interesting.
"You're very smart. Don't you consider joining the Twilight Society?"
"No." Han Meng rejected it succinctly.
"Why?"
"Because I am a law enforcer, and you are criminals who seek to destroy the world."
"We just want to restart the world." On the black mask, those crimson eyes gazed at Han Meng. "You said it yourself, being a law enforcer doesn't mean being good... So why do you think we are criminals?"
"Restarting the world isn't the same as destroying it? How can the world restart without being destroyed?"
Chen Yifei was stunned.
"Even if the Aurora Realm is rotten to the core, it still shelters millions of people... And law enforcers exist to protect the realm." Han Meng gazed at that mask and replied calmly, "I don't care about other law enforcers, but I, Han Meng, will fulfill my duties to the end."
A cold wind swept across the gray sky, and on the desolate land, the black windbreaker and the crimson theatrical robe faced each other, fluttering in the wind.
"Since that's the case... You can leave," a cold voice came from behind the mask.
The reason Chen Yifei wanted to reveal his identity as a member of the Twilight Society was to see if there was any possibility of recruiting Han Meng into the Twilight Society, because he felt that Han Meng was out of place with the entire law enforcement system of the Aurora Realm... A super genius who was oppressed, neglected, and demoted outside the Aurora City should be a suitable target for recruitment.
However, Han Meng's answer made him somewhat disappointed... but it was also expected.
Han Meng also knew that the other party had saved him, probably to see if there was any possibility of recruiting him into the Twilight Society. But with his clear refusal, the other party had completely lost interest in him.
Instead of killing him on the spot, he let him leave, which was already unexpected for Han Meng.
The information he wanted to gather had been gathered, and Han Meng didn't say much more. He took a final look at the crimson theatrical robe fluttering in the wind and turned to walk towards the gray boundary intersection where he came from.
In this gray world, two figures, one black and one red, parted ways.
As the black figure gradually disappeared from sight, at the end of the horizon, waves of towering shadows approached the direction where Han Meng had left again, and the earth trembled slightly, seeming to foretell some disaster.
On the desolate land, the crimson theatrical robe swung silently. The black mask gazed in that direction, and after a long while, helplessly shook his head...
...
Upon hearing the distant neighing, Han Meng's heart sank.
Indeed, the reason he could walk safely in the gray realm for so long was because he was staying near that mysterious person in red. Now, as he left the other's vicinity, disaster had targeted him...
After resting for so long, Han Meng's body had recovered quite well. He took a deep breath, and his body seemed to rise like a black arrow into the sky!
The gray realm intersection where he came from was not far away. With all his might, he should be able to return before those disasters caught up.
As Han Meng's body gradually rose, he could already see the gray vortex hanging in the air. But at this moment, many shadowy waves were frantically pouring into it. They were the shadow centipedes that had fought with Han Meng earlier.
Seeing this, Han Meng's heart sank!
Did they go back?
These shadow centipedes suddenly freaked out, running from Zone Three back to the gray realm. Halfway through, they seemed to lose their target and wandered for a long time before choosing to return to their original path... And from their number, at least a hundred of them had already crawled back.
A sense of urgency flashed in Han Meng's eyes. He rushed towards the gray realm intersection at full speed, but he was still too far away. Just halfway through his flight, all the shadow centipedes had already left.
"Damn it..." Han Meng endured the pain in his wounds and sped up again, diving into the gray vortex.
The familiar sensation of dizziness came, and Han Meng only felt a stumble beneath his feet. His body had already returned to that steel factory.
The steel factory, which was now in ruins, was completely silent. Through the dense holes, no trace of any shadow centipede could be seen. It seemed that they had all left.
Han Meng rushed out of the factory building and barely saw a few black shadows disappearing into the thick fog... That direction was where the street area was.
These shadow centipedes presumably knew that Han Meng was trapped in the canyon, and there was no one in Zone Three to stop them, so they directly launched a surprise attack, and that was indeed the case... Without Han Meng, no one in Zone Three could possibly stop a fifth-order disaster.
Han Meng's heart had sunk to the bottom. He knew that even if he rushed to Zone Three now, it would be too late. Those offspring had dispersed into various streets within the street area. Even if Han Meng was strong, he couldn't be in two places at once. By the time he eliminated all the offspring, they would have slaughtered most of Zone Three.
Han Meng clenched his fists tightly and tried to calm down. Just as he was preparing to rush out and take them down one by one forcibly, light footsteps came from behind.
Han Meng suddenly turned around and saw that the familiar theatrical robe had somehow appeared at the top of the factory building, gently fluttering.
"Why did you come?" Han Meng frowned and asked in a deep voice.
"The gray realm is too boring. I came out for some fresh air." Behind the black mask, the exaggerated smiling face mask was partially obscured by the thick fog. He looked down at Han Meng and spoke calmly, "Also, to give you a reminder."
"A reminder?"
"Light the torch, and they will come because of it."
Chen Yifei slowly opened his arms, and the red sleeves fluttered in the wind like butterfly wings, embracing the sky and falling forward... In the next moment, his body turned into countless flying paper butterflies, blanketing the sky and flying towards the distance.
Among the numerous paper butterflies, a playing card gently floated down to the ground before Han Meng.
It was a [Heart 6].