The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Su Yuehe ignored his complaints and, at An Changqing's prompting, projected the virtual screen onto Chen Guan's desk, instantly revealing a dense list of tasks.

Chen Guan shifted his gaze from the bullet comments to the screen, and after just one glance, he realized that something was amiss.

Su Yuehe's fingers flew across the screen, and her expression gradually darkened as the list scrolled by.

"What's wrong?" An Changqing asked.

"The situation is worse than I imagined."

Su Yuehe stopped what she was doing, looked up at everyone, her brows furrowed.

"The Superpower Association has cleared out all the D-level and E-level missions that were intended for new students to practice on."

She pointed to the task filter bar at the top of the screen.

"The lowest level of tasks that can be accepted in the system now are all at least C level."

Long Ao leaned over for a look and chuckled.

"Starting with a C-class car is considered bad?"

He pointed to one of the mission briefings, his tone dismissive: "Clearing out the mutated rat swarms in the West District sewers? Missions like that are only good for making my OCD sick."

Don't underestimate it.

Su Yuehe retorted seriously, "The evaluation criteria for C-level missions in the past and those in the present are completely different."

"As Dean Situ just made it very clear, the academy's curriculum has been completely reformed, which means that the standards for judging the difficulty and danger of tasks will definitely be raised as well."

An Changqing picked up the conversation and analyzed, "Yuehe is right."

"If C-level missions become the new baseline, then their actual difficulty is likely already approaching the lower limit of past B-level missions."

"This means that all the first-year students in the school will fight tooth and nail to get those seemingly simplest C-level missions."

An Changqing's gaze swept over Chen Guan and Long Ao.

"We don't need to fight with them for those leftovers."

Long Ao's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood An Changqing's implied meaning.

"you mean……"

"We'll go straight for a B-level mission."

An Changqing announced his decision.

"Since bloodshed is inevitable, let's find an opponent worthy of our full effort and fire our first shot."

An Changqing actually had something he didn't say aloud.

That is, since their team can be said to be the strongest team in the grade, they don't need to take on those C-level missions. They can leave the easier ones to others.

An Changqing felt that even if it was a B-level, it should be a close call for them.

No… He glanced at his teammates, but he wasn’t even surprised.

Long Ao rubbed his hands together excitedly and chimed in, "I agree, this is what makes it interesting."

He realized he had been slacking off and needed to throw himself into real combat!

He looked at Chen Guan, who had remained silent.

"Chen Guan, what do you have to say?"

Chen Guan simply nodded: "I have no objection."

For him, there was little difference between C-grade and B-grade.

Besides, are levels important to the main characters?

I have a feeling it will develop into an A-level, or even an S-level.

The main character, you know.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is bound to happen.

Su Yuehe refocused her attention on the screen, swiping her fingers across the B-level missions while muttering to herself.

"Hunting the B-rank monster called Cerberus, which is entrenched in the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, is not an option; its direct firepower is too overwhelming."

"Escorting vital supplies to the northern front is too far and there are too many variables."

She quickly filtered through the options, her finger finally stopping at a less troublesome task.

"This...maybe we can give it a try."

In the center of the screen, a task briefing is enlarged.

"Class B investigation and arrest mission."

An Changqing read out the mission title: "Target: A minor leader of a cult, codenamed Missionary."

"Where is it?" Long Ao pressed.

"It's located in the old town area of ​​our Taipei City."

Su Yuehe's expression was somewhat strange: "The mission briefing said that this target is exceptionally cunning and very skilled at using words to mentally manipulate people."

She paused for a moment and then added a crucial piece of information.

"Three squads of low-ranking agents from the Superpower Association have lost contact while tracking him."

"Hiding in the brightly lit city is quite interesting."

Long Ao stroked his chin, his fighting spirit high: "Let's drag him out and make it our opening victory."

An Changqing nodded: "Investigative missions test our comprehensive abilities more, which is better than simply hunting monsters."

"Let me see the details."

Chen Guan, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up, feeling that the mission's buffs were at their maximum.

We'll have to see how things go; what if some of the spoilers are leaked in the comments?

Su Yuehe glanced at him with slight surprise, but still pulled up the attached file of the mission as instructed.

A stack of blurry photos and survey reports of the crime scene popped up.

Chen Guan's gaze swept over the documents, finally settling on the corner of a photograph.

It was a wall stained with blood, and in the cracks between the bricks, there was a barely perceptible mark carved with a sharp tool.

It was a pattern composed of irregular geometric lines, which at first glance appeared to be just a random scratch.

But the moment he saw that mark, an image flashed through Chen Guan's mind.

It was that ancient boundary marker during the training camp in the North.

This mark...

A chill ran up his spine, and a layer of fine goosebumps rose on his skin.

Oh no, it really did release gold.

Lord of Nothingness...

He thought he had escaped the gaze of that being, but the appearance of this mark was itself a silent warning.

The Lord of Nothingness is still chasing me!

……

As night completely swallowed the last glimmer of light on the horizon, four figures silently appeared at the entrance to the old city of Taipei.

This is a forgotten corner of the modern city, where towering buildings cast huge shadows that shroud the entire area, and even the moonlight is reluctant to shine down.

"Building plans here were halted fifty years ago, and many of the drainage pipes are in a semi-abandoned state."

An Changqing lowered his voice and warily scanned the dilapidated low buildings around him: "Everyone, stay alert. There is no surveillance coverage here; it's a natural lawless zone."

Chen Guan, still carrying his enormous coffin, silently followed at the back of the procession, his gaze sweeping across the dark, deep alleyways.

[Wow, this atmosphere is off the charts! It's a hundred times scarier than the haunted house I went to last time.]

[Don't be afraid, those in front, quickly wrap yourselves in your blankets.]

What if my child is still scared even when wrapped in a blanket?

Then curl up in the middle of the bed, and remember, your feet must not stick out of the bed.

Chen Guan glanced at the comments and saw that they were all similar to those he had seen. It seemed that the comments were not of any use.

"Yuehe, I've troubled you to investigate."

An Changqing stopped and said to Su Yuehe beside him.

"it is good."

Su Yuehe nodded, closed her eyes, and her gentle spiritual energy spread out quietly like ripples on water.