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

madman.

The Guiyuan Group is indeed a bunch of complete lunatics.

They thought the ship was going to sink, so instead of bailing water, they blew a bigger hole in the bottom of the ship, hoping that the people in the cabin could learn to fly in an instant.

Now, Baihu handed the detonator for blowing up the ship to Chen Guan.

On my retina, the comments section was already buzzing with excitement.

[The main storyline takes off immediately!]

The logic of this villainous organization is damnably meticulous.

Unsealing the demon god? Is this treachery or saviorism? My brain can't process this.

No need to reply immediately.

White Tiger's hand rested on the rusty doorknob.

"Chen Guan"

He stopped and turned his back to the table.

"Our hands are stained with blood that can never be washed away. You don't need to feel guilty. If things go wrong, we'll take the blame and be the sinners."

"But don't keep us waiting too long."

"The ship is sinking."

crunch.

The heavy iron gate was pulled open, and the darkness outside rushed in, only to be shut out again as the gate slammed shut.

A muffled thud.

In the vast abandoned warehouse, only Chen Guan remained, along with a dimly lit incandescent lamp.

"Hehehe..."

Baal's laughter echoed in his mind, carrying that familiar, irritating quality.

He finally spoke up.

"My little contractor, what are you hesitating about?"

Baal's tone was languid, as if the words White Tiger had just uttered, which were enough to shake the world, were nothing more than a trivial farce to him.

Chen Guan asked in his mind, "You heard everything, didn't you?"

"Of course." Baal's tone was slightly mocking. "That brat White Tiger has such a loud voice, and I'm not deaf. Tsk tsk, interesting. Those little things who cried and begged for peace back then actually want to release Lord Baal now."

Chen Guan, too lazy to listen to His musings, went straight to the point: "What do you think?"

When the question was asked, Barr remained silent.

After a few seconds, He spoke again, his frivolous tone somewhat toned down.

"It's better to sleep."

Baal's answer was perfectly reasonable: "What's so fun about the outside world? Watching a bunch of ants fight to the death over trivial matters every day is so boring. It's much better to sleep soundly in the Demon Realm, where you can dream about anything."

"So what if I get my power back? Just kill another wave of so-called heroes? It's pointless, so incredibly pointless."

Chen Guan felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

Baal's meaning was very clear: He wanted to be the ultimate otaku demon.

"So, Baihu and his group's plan was a joke from the very beginning?" he asked.

"That's not entirely true."

Baal's tone became somber, the languidness vanished, and his voice revealed a strange tone that Chen Guan had never heard before, a mixture of danger and anticipation.

"If you go to the Demon Realm..."

"Hehehe..."

He let out a series of low, enigmatic laughs that lingered in Chen Guan's mind, possessing an alluring charm.

"Perhaps I'll change my mind and break that seal myself..."

His words ended there.

Chen Guan's brows furrowed; this guy was much more troublesome than Bai Hu.

White Tiger's purpose is at least obvious, but what about Baal?

A person who is purely interested in having fun, he does whatever he feels like.

Chen Guan ultimately did not answer Baal.

He picked up the leopard that had just finished stealing food and was still licking its paws, then turned and walked towards the door.

Pushing open the iron gate, the night sky outside was pitch black, without stars or moon.

The coffin stepped into the night.

……

The next day was Saturday.

The morning sunlight streamed through the dormitory window, casting a warm yellow glow on the floor.

Chen Guan opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

The words of the White Tiger and the ambiguous whispers of Balna kept burning in his mind, like two red-hot irons, keeping him awake all night.

The leopard was unusually well-behaved, not making a fuss about food early in the morning. It quietly lay beside his pillow, gently brushing the back of his hand with the tip of its tail.

Chen Guan scooped it into his arms, rubbed its fluffy head, then got up, changed his clothes, and washed up.

When he pushed open the cafeteria door, he was greeted by the sounds of bustling people and the aroma of food.

He spotted Long Ao sitting in his usual spot immediately.

That guy ate like a whirlwind, as if he wanted to swallow all the grievances he suffered yesterday.

Chen Guan got a breakfast and sat down opposite him.

When Long Ao saw him, his throat moved, he swallowed the food in his mouth, and mumbled a greeting: "Good morning."

Chen Guan hummed in agreement and finished the porridge in his bowl.

The silence between the two was somewhat strange.

Long Ao deliberately avoided the topic of yesterday's sparring, focusing only on eating, as if the food in front of him was some kind of mortal enemy.

Chen Guan did not speak first.

He was thinking about his own things.

To go, or not to go.

Going there would be a near certain death, with no clear path ahead. Whether Baal, that rascal, could be relied upon depended entirely on His mood.

Not going is tantamount to sitting and waiting for death, handing your life over to others, and watching helplessly as this wrecked ship slides into an unknown abyss.

He was no savior, nor did he possess such lofty ideals.

But he hates the feeling of being pushed around.

Whether it was by so-called fate or by Baihu and the others.

Long Ao's grandfather was right: he needed to become stronger, strong enough to make his own choices.

Now, the choice is in his hands.

Although it was a terrible multiple-choice question, at least he still had a choice.

The surrounding noise, the laughter of classmates, and the shouts of the cafeteria lady all became blurred.

Chen Guan's gaze fell on the bowl of steaming white porridge in front of him, the surface of which reflected his expressionless face.

He suddenly remembered a sentence someone had told him in his past life.

"We are all in the abyss, but some people choose to look up at the stars, while others choose to continue to sink."

He didn't want to sink into despair, nor did he want to just gaze at the stars.

He wanted to climb out of this abyss.

Thinking of this, the fire in Chen Guan's heart seemed to be extinguished by a bucket of ice water, and he instantly became clear and calm.

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, then took out his phone and found the white tiger's profile picture.

[Wow, when can we leave?]

send.

After doing all this, he locked the screen and put the phone back in his pocket.

The White Tiger's reply came very quickly.

Just as I stepped out of the cafeteria near Chen Guan, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took it out and glanced at it.

There was only one line of text on the screen, concise and to the point, in the typical style of that guy Baihu.

[Three days from now, at midnight, I'll arrange the entrance, but you'll need an assistant.]

helper?

Chen Guan paused in his steps.

Baihu's meaning was clear: going to the Demon Realm alone was tantamount to suicide.

"Hehehe, at least that brat said something sensible."

Baal's eerie laughter echoed in his mind, carrying a gloating tone.

"Kid, don't think of the Demon Realm as some kind of tourist attraction. The rules there are different from those in the human world."