Otherworldly Affairs Office

Pei Yan returned to his dorm and lay on his bed, thinking about the day's events. Before entering the dorm, he received a call from Jiang Feiyang about another sudden incident at their side. With today's troublesome event, they had to postpone tonight's dinner gathering until Shangxing completely recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

Thinking about the little tricks he had left behind, Pei Yan wondered if the high-ups in the department would notice, but a promise is a promise, he thought while clenching his teeth and pressing his slightly aching left temple.

Lately, his left temple has been intermittently aching, seemingly a sequelae mentioned by the system, but he didn't tell anyone. Because each time the headache struck, he was thrown back into that unforgettable snowy night, standing as an observer behind Mu Fanchen, watching him delve into his memories. Each painful experience brought him closer to the truth—the abandoned factory on a summer afternoon, the vague figure and the memories.

He felt as if that silhouette was also calling to him. With each call from the silhouette, he sensed the origin within him growing wildly like weeds!

Distracted by various thoughts, Pei Yan fell into a hazy sleep. Little did he know that today's events would profoundly change the fate of three people: one towards strength, another towards extremity, and another towards death.

He was even less aware that from the moment they stormed into Lei Yunzhu's house and took Song Mingyuan away in a police armored car, two pairs of eyes were watching everything from the shadows.

"Master, are we really going to let them take him away?" Watching as the police cars drove out of Jiayuan District one by one, a tall, well-dressed middle-aged man sporting a neat beard bent over and whispered into the ear of a younger man who was swaying his head.

The young man had fashionable silvery gray hair and looked no different than an ordinary local, yet he had a pair of crimson eyes. To cover this anomaly, he especially wore sunglasses and was casually chewing gum while nodding to the dynamic music playing from his earphones, completely ignoring the middle-aged man's words.

The middle-aged man didn't get angry, took a step back, and stood respectfully beside him without saying another word. After a while, when the crowd began to disperse, the young man finally took off his earphones and let the sound of HandClap music echo around him, turned towards the middle-aged man and asked, "What did you say just now?"

"I asked whether we'll just let the investigators take him away. He is carrying something we placed on him!" The middle-aged man stepped forward again and quietly asked.

"Let them take him. It's just a little game. I thought this fool would hold on longer, but less than half a month in, his dark side was drawn out. Also, thanks to him, I've unlocked quite a bit of my powers. Hmph! Surprising that in this low magic realm, we still have to pull so many strings. Once, this place was merely our hunting ground. Seems these prey are truly rising." The young man said, raising his arm to look at his wrist, which appeared a sickly white under the sunlight.

"Being able to serve the master is his honor. It's just a pity that during the chaos, we crossed boundaries yet couldn't enter our traditional area of influence, causing the master to resort to others and employ so many strategies."

Listening to the dissatisfaction coming from the middle-aged man's words, the young man waved off dismissively and said, "Being discreet is always good. I heard the Daoist Realm and the Spirit Monster Realm have sent probes to this country, most of whom are either killed or captured. Even in our traditional hunting grounds, the situation is about the same. This shows that our plan of sealing powers and sneaking in was successful."

With that, the young man lowered his sunglasses and watched the last ambulance drive away before him, and continued, "Besides, coming to this mysterious Eastern country was something I always wanted to do. Now that the initial plan is accomplished, we'll leisurely enjoy our time here, no need to rush."

"So, we're not proceeding with the original plan to go south and find that old master's pawn left here?"

"Take it slow, remember the place. After things are done, don't forget to return." The young man said, then looked toward the hallway where the incident occurred, recalling the young lady just now with a slight smile, casually spitting out the gum beside him, and was about to put on his earphones when a voice came from behind them.

"Hey, hey! You can't just spit things anywhere. Who are you two, anyway? I've never seen you before!" The two turned around to find a woman with a red armband pointing at them as she approached.

The middle-aged man was about to step forward but was stopped by the young man who bowed politely at the elderly lady and said, "I came to see a friend. Noticed the commotion, so hung around to watch. You're right to chide me, it's my bad, I'll change that." With that, he bent down, picked up the discarded gum, held it in his hand, and gestured to the lady.

The elderly lady was stunned, not expecting the young man with flamboyantly dyed hair to be so obliging. Seeing nothing to further criticize, she nodded and advised, "Young man, good attitude. Alright, next time be more careful. You can go now."

"Yes, sure!"

The two walked away a few steps, the young man tossed the gum and sunglasses into the trash bin, his sunny smile instantly transforming into an icy coldness.

Feeling a bit uneasy about it, the young man slapped his cheeks and showed a smile enough to charm girls his age once more.

"Master, why be so polite to her and your eyes?" The middle-aged man asked once they had walked far enough.

"It's just a game! The more realistic, the more fun! From the memories of those three, I learned that this country's elderly ladies are a troublesome group. How did I handle it just now? Also, my eyes don't seem to be a real issue; they have these alchemical products called contact lenses just to change eye color. Truly a bunch of peculiar people." He said, licking his lips red as if they were about to bleed.

After consuming the heart, the chaotic memories of the three were sorted out and gradually entered his mind. Through their fragmented memories, he felt the wonder of this world, and placed earphones back on, ready to thoroughly enjoy this alternate world journey.

Two days later, in Yu Zhongmin's office at the Investigation Department. Tasked with leading investigations into other realm invasions, his office was packed with people. Gu Shenghui and Mei Simiao, who had returned to his normal age, sat silently on one side of the office listening.

Standing before the three leaders were Hu Wenjun and someone Pei Yan had never seen before—the Magic Department's Head Luan Baotian.

"Tell me, what exactly is this object?" Yu Zhongmin broke the silence, reaching for the crimson demon pendant on his desk.