Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 133 The Truth About the Born Demon Seed! The Mastermind Behind It All!

"What Brother Zheng gave me?"

Zhu Que was stunned.

He took the letter but didn't open it immediately, tentatively asking, "Where is Brother Zheng now—"

After experiencing Song Wugui's "resurrection," he harbored a hope that Zheng Yuanbai was still alive.

"Zheng Yuanbai has indeed been murdered."

The woman shook her head and said calmly.

"Yeah----"

Zhu Que took a deep breath, suppressing his complex emotions.

Zheng Yuanbai was the first person who had genuinely treated him well since he transmigrated.

"Thank you for passing it on to me."

"How so?"

The woman smiled, then took out another flyer and handed it to him. "Are you interested in officially joining Spark?"

"No, I'm not interested."

Zhu Que shook his head and did not take the flyer.

He fully understands Xinghuo's original intentions and actions.

However, despite his understanding, he simply didn't have the time or energy to participate in such acts of rebelling against social rules.

The woman didn't insist, but simply stuffed the flyer into his hand and said with a smile, "It's okay, we never force anyone to join, but even if you don't join, it's good to learn more about us. Maybe you'll change your mind someday."

After saying that, she turned and went back into the crowd.

Zhu Que glanced at the flyer in his hand, which bore the logo of the Spark Organization, consisting of a dozen or so bright sparks.

"Can a single spark start a prairie fire?"

Zhu Que muttered to himself.

Just then.

A sudden commotion broke out in the crowd.

Zhu Que looked up.

Upon seeing the Spark members in the crowd, they simultaneously raised their hands towards the sky when the crowd was at its largest.

Flyers rained down from the sky, blanketing the crowd in the afterglow of the setting sun.

But at the same time.

A sharp siren sounded in the distance.

Several police cars sped up and screeched to a halt at the roadside. The doors opened, and several officers jumped out, shouting, "Don't move!!"

"Whoosh!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

The members of Spark were very familiar with the route and scattered almost simultaneously, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

All that remained was a makeshift platform.

The crowd became somewhat chaotic at this moment.

Zhu Que glanced at the flyer in his hand again, casually tossed it aside, and left the square amidst the chaos.

The night was deep.

Zhu Que returned to the Spring and Summer Garbage Dump.

He went straight into the void of the Gate of Time.

Zhu Que looked at the envelope Zheng Yuanbai handed him.

The envelope looked ordinary, but the material felt special; it was thicker than ordinary paper.

Zhu Quegang was about to open it.

The moment the seal was touched, a white light suddenly appeared.

The white light, like a scanning beam, quickly swept across his face from bottom to top, lingered for less than a second, and then went out.

Followed by.

The color of the envelope had subtly changed; the slightly yellowed paper had become even whiter, as if it had been activated by something.

"—So they also have facial recognition."

Zhu Que muttered to himself, guessing, "If it wasn't identified as me, this letter would probably just self-destruct."

He opened the envelope and saw what Zheng Yuanbai had left for him.

Zhu Que's gaze fell on the letter, and he began to read it word by word: "Zhu Que, if you see this letter, I'm probably already gone."

"Although I haven't spent much time with you, I've seen something in you that sets you apart from other people at the bottom of society."

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"That thing is indescribable and inexplicable; I didn't know what it was at first. But later I gradually figured it out."

"Your eyes are different from theirs. You have eyes that haven't been oppressed for a long time and that are unwilling to submit."

"In this world, most people at the bottom of society, after being worn down for a long time, will slowly lose the light in their eyes."

"But you are different. There is always a light in your eyes, and I hope that light will never go out."

"I joined Spark not long ago. Although it was a very short time and I did very little, I truly agree with their philosophy."

"This world is truly rotten; it needs to change."

"Zhu Que, if you have the opportunity in the future, I hope you can also contribute to changing this terrible world, even if it's just a little bit."

"However, this is my expectation, not a demand. You have your own path, and you can decide for yourself."

"Secondly, regarding the innate demonic seed, I have some discoveries I'd like to share with you."

"I was born a demon, and I've known that for a long time."

"The authorities launched a massive manhunt for us, claiming we were the product of an invasion by extraterrestrial demons and had to be eliminated. I didn't dare question it before because I myself wasn't sure what kind of 'being' I really was."

"But later, I started to investigate in secret, and after a long time, I found out about several born demons who had been captured."

"The conclusion shocked me greatly—the so-called innate demonic seed is most likely a conspiracy."

Zhu Que's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his gaze quickly swept downwards.

"It is true that there are cases of extraterrestrial demons invading infants, but not all born demonic beings are invaded by extraterrestrial demons."

"I was born with a special ability, which I call shadow control."

"I can sneak in the shadows and hide my tracks, and I can also manipulate the shadows to make them my extension. I always thought this was my talent and had nothing to do with my innate demonic nature."

"But I discovered that every born demon seems to possess their own unique abilities."

"There is a born demon seed that can control corpses and turn the dead into freely moving corpse servants."

"There is also a naturally born demonic seed that can manipulate withered power."

"Unlike cultivation techniques, these special abilities do not require spiritual energy or any external resources; they seem to be innate."

"Therefore, I believe that every born demon possesses a unique and special ability."

"And our birth—is most likely not accidental!"

See here.

Zhu Que's pupils contracted slightly.

The birth of a born demon is not accidental.

"My investigation revealed that the born demons captured in recent years were all born a dozen or twenty years ago, with a difference of only five or six years."

"This concentration is definitely not a normal phenomenon."

"Therefore, my conclusion is that someone deliberately created us!"

"That person endowed each of us with different special abilities when we were babies, but later, for some unknown reason, we were scattered to different places and grew up in various parts of Guangyang City."

"And now, the authorities have begun a large-scale manhunt for those born with demonic traits; it's highly likely that person is searching for us!"

"And his goal—I currently suspect—is most likely to seize our special abilities."

See here.

Zhu Que was already utterly shocked.

Zheng Yuanbai's letter contained a great deal of information.

The innate demons were actually created in a concentrated manner.

Each born demon possesses different special abilities.

The authorities are hunting down born demons in order to seize these special abilities.

These three pieces of information collided rapidly in his mind.

Finally, at a certain moment, the pieces came together, forming a thought that sent chills down his spine: "Is it possible that my replica of the nine-square grid is also a special ability of an innate demonic seed?"

Zhu Que felt a surge of emotion.

If that's the case, then it's not his cheat code, but something deliberately given to him by someone else.

He wasn't a lucky guy; he was just "food" on someone else's plate.

Zhu Que took a deep breath, calmed himself down a bit, and continued reading the contents of the letter.

"During my time on the run, I discovered something truly terrifying."

"I tried to leave Guangyang City and go to another city to lay low, but no matter what I tried, no matter which road I took, no matter what method I used, I couldn't leave Guangyang City."

"I suspect this is most likely related to the fact that I was born with a demonic seed, but I don't know the specific mechanism."

"Now I'm back in Jinfeng Town. If the police catch me, I'm definitely going to die."

"Zhu Que, Guangyang City is not safe. What if one day you meet someone who can also walk in the shadows?"

"Don't doubt it—that person is the mastermind behind creating all the born demons and trying to steal our abilities!"

"Stay as far away from him as possible!"

"Finally, I wish you good luck, and I hope that if you have the ability, you can make this world a better place."

The letter ends here.

Zhu Que's brain raced as he sorted through the information left behind by Zheng Yuanbai.

Zheng Yuanbai was also unable to leave Guangyang City.

This shows that my inability to leave Guangyang City is indeed directly related to my being a born demon.

Moreover, some of the information Zheng Yuanbai investigated closely matched some of the information he already possessed.

By piecing together all the clues one by one, a complete story began to emerge. More than a decade ago, someone set up a super-large magical artifact in Guangyang City to create a batch of babies with special abilities.

These babies were the ones who were later known as "born demons".

Each baby is endowed with different special abilities; some can even control shadows.

Someone can control a corpse.

Some people can cause everything to wither.

He, on the other hand, can replicate magical artifacts.

But later, for some unknown reason, these babies scattered and did not grow up according to the predetermined trajectory.

However, the man was not in a hurry at all.

With the presence of the super-large spiritual artifact, the innate demon seed is essentially "locked" in Guangyang City, unable to leave at all.

No matter where they end up, they are still in cages.

More than a decade later.

As the babies gradually grow into adults.

That person began to "harvest" their special abilities, prompting the authorities to upgrade their detection equipment, vigorously hunt down born demons, and establish the special organization, Extreme Falcon.

"Under the guise of eliminating the threat of naturally born demons, they actually intend to harvest our special abilities—"

After Zhu Que sorted out this clear thread, another matter also became reasonably explained: Zhan Yunhe's purpose.

The massive magic array that Zhan Yunhe set up at the Black Lotus Guild headquarters was almost identical to the structure of a super-large spiritual artifact.

He must have obtained the method for creating innate demonic beings many years ago, from who knows where.

So they tried to do the same and create a group of people with special abilities.

This would explain why, more than a decade ago, he kidnapped those children and established a biological laboratory in the cave.

But later, for some unknown reason, Zhan Yunhe's experimental subjects inexplicably changed from children to teenage girls.

Perhaps it was because he didn't have the patience to wait for the children to grow up, but instead chose a more brutal method to forcibly instill special abilities into the girls and then take them away on the spot.

"This will explain many of the doubts."

Zhu Que muttered to himself.

He looked at the letter in his hand and thought of the day when Zheng Yuanbai met him in the cultivation room.

Zheng Yuanbai left this letter for him, most likely because he had already realized at that time that he was also a born demon.

After all, the police could deduce that the person who stole the artificial spiritual root must be another born demon.

Zheng Yuanbai had no reason not to deduce it.

only.

Zheng Yuanbai did not confront him directly.

Perhaps she was worried about him having some kind of stress reaction, or perhaps she didn't want to add unnecessary fear to him, so she didn't expose him.

"And that other time—"

His eyes flickered slightly.

"Xiao Cai, Wu Qing, and I were cornered on the street by Su Zhen. Zheng Yuanbai suddenly appeared without any reason. He probably saw that I was in trouble, so he deliberately appeared to distract the police."

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Zhu Que remained silent for a moment, sighed softly, and then burned the letter that Zheng Yuanbai had left for him.

"If all born demons possess different special abilities, what is Song Wugui's special ability?"

Zhu Que thought of Song Wugui's "resurrection"—could this be some kind of special ability of his?

"And there's Boss Meng—"

Zhu Que suddenly thought of Boss Meng.

Meng Laoda had been secretly investigating, trying to find out where Zhan Yunhe had obtained the method for that experiment.

She's just an ordinary person; if she had no vested interest, why would she be so persistent and concerned about this matter?

unless----

Boss Meng is also a born demon!

Zhu Que narrowed his eyes slightly.

If Boss Meng herself is also a born demon, then her obsession with this matter makes perfect sense; she is investigating a secret closely related to herself!

Just then.

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Big brother," the little monkey floated into the void, "those rings that hold old and broken items are almost gone."

"Okay, I'll make another batch for you."

Zhu Que gathered his thoughts, made a new batch of filth-storing rings, and handed them over to the little ghosts.

Then.

He began his practical training and practice for the evening.

The more secrets he knows, the closer he gets to the truth, the more he understands the importance of improving his strength.

In particular, they knew that the person who had set up the massive magical artifact was trying to harvest them, these "born demons".

Zhu Que felt as if a sharp sword was hanging over his head.

the next day.

After explaining some things to Xiao Cai, Zhu Que went to the Spirit Artifact Research Institute of Taiyan Group.

He has found a perfect excuse for how to use the Gate of Time to analyze the ten thousand components of the Celestial Phenomena Codex!

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