When a person is in a high-ranking position, their words carry the law.

Chapter 228 Good evening, Comrade
Late at night, in the White City, the capital of Ursus.

Inside the majestic palace, in a room dominated by gold and ivory, a 20th-century record player plays a deep and melodious tune.

An elderly man with a tall and imposing figure stood by the window, listening to music and quietly gazing at the night view outside.

The elderly man, who has lived from the last century to the present, has a unique hobby: listening to familiar old music and watching the night view every night.

During this time, no one may disturb him unless something extremely important happens, or...

An unexpected guest arrived at the door.

A light screen suddenly lit up, and the communication terminal on the walnut wooden table automatically connected, receiving a view of a guest.

The images on the light screen changed, and deep lines intertwined to form a figure wearing an Ursus suit.

Good evening, Comrade.

A slightly flippant voice rang out, and a mysterious figure with a blurred face sat on a black chair, his hands resting on the armrests, striking a pose reminiscent of Commander Ikari.

"Finding you was really not easy. The Ursus Fourth Army's internal network uses a completely independent physical connection method, and it doesn't even set up trusted external hosts. Even though I have the 'dragon-slaying skills' to traverse the network, I'm helpless. But fortunately, not every army group is without loopholes. I finally found you."

The visitor spoke fluent Ursus language about his hardships, but the old man could still make out some words from another country.

For example—the skill of slaying dragons.

However, it cannot be ruled out that the other party is deliberately creating a diversion.

“A rat that hides its head and shows its tail is not worthy to call me Comrade.”

The old man turned around, his face calm and composed.

He walked to the sofa and sat down. It was a simple action, but it had a powerful, awe-inspiring effect, as if mountains were moving.

"Tell me, who are you?"

The voice seemed to carry an invisible power, trying to penetrate the boundary between illusion and reality and suppress this uninvited guest.

Even across the internet, it still exudes an indescribable pressure, as if it can suffocate you.

However, the mysterious person was clearly not among those who were intimidated.

He remained unmoved, chuckled lightly, and said, "Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone's name?"

Before the old man could speak, the mysterious man answered for him: "Andrei Konstantinovich Vasilevsky, Marshal of the Ursus Federation, one of the six resident demigods, and—the military strategist of the Wan Yi Collection. Am I right?"

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A cold wind seemed to blow into the room.

It was September, and we were indoors, but it felt like a frozen wasteland, with endless icy winds howling.

But in the blink of an eye, everything seemed like an illusion; there was no frost, no cold wind.

Only the chill that seeps into people's hearts lingers.

The term "demigod" is the name used by countries like Ursus and Shinra to refer to warriors of the Heavenly Gate.

They call the "Heavenly Gate" the "Divine Gate," and demigods are those who have already opened that gate and are evolving into gods.

"Looks like a capable rat," Marshal Andrei of Ursus snorted.

“Not at all, it’s just that you left too many traces,” the mysterious man flattered. “If you hadn’t loved Ursus so much and repeatedly used the Collection of Myriad Changes to benefit Ursus, I wouldn’t have been able to find you so easily.”

“How can the Collection of Ten Thousand Easy Things compare to Ursus?” Andrei said calmly.

His words were an admission that he was indeed the "military strategist," one of the masterminds behind the Wan Yi Zhi Ji (a group of experts known for their cunning and resourcefulness). This time, the mysterious man hadn't chosen the wrong person.

By hacking into the military's computers, searching through various files and commands, and piecing them together, they finally found the military strategist.

Of course, this is also related to the excessive activity of military strategists.

Behind every major operation in Ursus, there are military strategists at work.

This allowed the mysterious man to identify the suspect in the shortest possible time.

"Speak, what do you want?" Andrei remained calm and unmoved, as if the mysterious man before him was nothing more than a clown.

"Money, resources, secret techniques, or power?"

As he continued, Andrei revealed a profound look, "The abilities you have demonstrated are more than enough to qualify you for the best onboarding report. If you are willing to pledge allegiance to Ursus, I will give you whatever you desire."

No matter how many traces a "military strategist" leaves behind, they are not so easy to find.

For someone with sufficient ability, it might be quite simple: infiltrate the military, or even other major powers, and gather information from all sides.

But for those who lack the ability, this is harder than climbing to heaven.

Military strategists are like the distant heavens; even if you can see their existence, you can never reach them.

And with enough ability, he could have been recruited by the dignified Marshal Ursus.

"That's really flattering! You have everything you want."

The mysterious man couldn't help but applaud old Andrei's boldness, saying, "What you've said is quite inspiring. So, what if I said I wanted to become a 'military strategist'?"

Marshal Ursus, who had remained as steady as a mountain, showed a hint of surprise.

To become a "military strategist" is simply to become one of the rulers of the myriad changes of the world, isn't it?
"Ha ha ha ha······"

Andrei couldn't help but burst into laughter, his laughter reverberating through the air and creating noticeable ripples. "Interesting, very interesting! I never expected you, a rat, to be able to tell jokes. If it were still the Imperial era, you could probably be an excellent court jester."

Even with Andrei's age and experience, he was astonished by the mysterious man's greed and then mercilessly mocked him.

To think that finding a "military strategist" means you can become one yourself is wishful thinking.

"Black Continent," the mysterious man uttered.

Andrei's laughter gradually subsided.

"The central server of Wanyi Collection is in Black Continent," the mysterious man said calmly.

"Continue." Andrei, having stopped laughing, revealed an even more oppressive aura than before.

“I know exactly where WanYiZhiJi’s servers are. As long as I leak the address, all countries will help me destroy the WanYiZhiJi platform.”

The mysterious figure crossed his arms and said elegantly, "Of course, you can move the server, or even set up a new one. But putting aside the risks involved, even if you succeed, I can find it again. Unless, you intend to give up on the Collection of Ease."

"If I can destroy the Wan Yi Zhi Ji, then why am I not qualified to be the one in charge of the Wan Yi Zhi Ji?"

"Are you threatening me?" Andrei narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in them. "Do you know who you're threatening?"

"It doesn't matter who I threaten, what matters is that you can't catch me."

The mysterious man chuckled and said, "The internet was once a barrier to Wan Yi Zhi Ji, and now it is also my barrier."

(End of this chapter)