The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Inside the hotel room.

Xuan Jin left again.

Chi Xin's tablet was still playing a short drama, in which the male and female leads were crying and wailing over a misunderstanding.

He wasn't worried that Xuan Jin wouldn't be able to catch anyone.

After all, at their level, they can basically sense the location of the erosion monsters throughout the entire high-tech zone.

After transformation, it is rare for a monster to awaken superpowers directly while maintaining its human form.

In addition, Wen Yubai has such a special ability...

They can't let him go.

Chi Xin turned off the tablet.

The repetitive plot is getting a bit boring.

He looked up and gazed out the window.

The city lights streamed in, casting interplay of light and shadow on his face.

-

The railway tunnel was damp and cold, carrying the smell of rust.

The light bulb at the top was already broken, with only a sliver of light shining through at the far end.

Xuan Jin stepped inside and saw the young man sitting in a clean corner, propping his head up with his eyes closed.

As soon as he approached, the young man opened his eyes.

Upon seeing who it was, the young man's face first showed panic, then he sprang to his feet.

He turned and ran towards the tunnel exit.

But as he approached the exit, a tall figure appeared like a wall, blocking his way out.

"Get out of the way!"

Wen Yubai clenched his fist and attacked Xuan Jin without hesitation.

It was fast and ruthless, with the sound of wind breaking through the air.

However, the difference in strength is too great.

Xuan Jin didn't even use that strange fire; he dismantled his attack solely through his fighting skills.

In several exchanges, Wen Yubai's fists only hit the wall, causing cracks to spread like a spider web.

In the end, his wrist was seized by Xuan Jin.

He was unwilling to give up, so he raised his foot to kick, twisting his body in an attempt to break free.

Xuan Jin frowned slightly, as if he had finally lost his patience, and reached out to press down on Wen Yubai's shoulder.

An invisible force bound Wen Yubai, rendering him unable to move.

Wen Yubai attempted to activate his superpower, and his dark pupils turned dark gold.

But Xuan Jin just watched quietly.

His dark eyes were as deep as a pool, showing no sign of closing.

Under Xuan Jin's gaze, the young man's resentment was undisguised.

The voice was shrill and full of resentment.

"Why were you turned into this disgusting monster? Did you even ask me?"

"How does my living a good life bother you?"

"You monsters deserve to die!"

Xuan Jin was stunned.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Mysterious Ashes".

A voice came from not far away.

Chi Xin slowly walked in from the tunnel entrance.

"Xuan Jin, they've found us. We have to go."

The moment the words fell.

A strange melody rang in Wen Yubai's ears.

It's like a lullaby, but distorted and out of tune.

His consciousness went haywire for a moment, as if the resentment and anger in his heart had been drawn away.

I became unusually calm, and the scene before my eyes began to blur.

Chi Xin's noisy voice came intermittently to my ears, occasionally mixed with Xuan Jin's deep response.

But he couldn't hear the specific content at all.

[Yu Bai, all three plot points are now complete.]

[Not bad, not bad, a smooth start.]

Hearing the number 188, Wen Yubai's tense nerves relaxed.

He didn't want to see these dizzying sights anymore, so he used his superpower on himself.

It fell into a deep sleep.

-

In the conference room on the top floor of the Vientiane Security Bureau headquarters building.

Outside the circular floor-to-ceiling windows is the bustling skyline of the capital, while the interior is bathed in cool, white light. Ten people are seated at the long conference table.

Everyone was wearing a uniform and a red five-pointed star badge.

The head seat was occupied by the Speaker of the General Administration, with five ministers and four disaster relief team leaders seated on either side.

The commander of the command center was the first to launch an attack.

"Braised Pork Knuckle, you encountered the enraged rabbit at the West District Defense Tower, why didn't you stop him? Is your Team Five really that bad?"

The burly man, codenamed "Braised Pork Knuckle," looked grim and took a deep breath.

"It's not that we can't beat him, it's just... his domain is disgusting."

As she spoke, she seemed to recall some terrifying scene and suddenly covered her mouth.

While dry heaving, the 1.9-meter-tall strong man dutifully reported what had happened, gesticulating wildly as he described what he had encountered.

After listening, the conference room fell silent.

excusable.

The commander turned to the woman opposite him.

"Leopard, what about you? You were attacked on your way back. What level was your attacker?"

Sister Leopard's expression was serious. "Very strong, a Heavenly-level Eclipse Monster. I suspect he is one of the Hell Messengers in charge."

She paused, sat up straight, and readily admitted:

"Realizing that there was no chance of victory, and that the other side had no intention of destroying the city or attacking humans, I led my men to retreat."

"This is my decision as captain. I am willing to accept any punishment from the organization, but I don't want my teammates to die in vain again."

The Minister of Training sighed: "Leopard, we are heartbroken by Lynx's death, but we need to fill his position as soon as possible, otherwise your Team Six's combat strength..."

When the lynx was mentioned, a look of pain flashed in Leopard Sister's eyes.

"We'll see. Not just anyone can be a lynx."

"Oh dear, Sister Leopard, there's nothing we can do about it."

Once the braised pork knuckle had recovered, he quickly smoothed things over.

"She also sent a signal, but by the time the East District Garrison Commander arrived, the erosion monster had already fled."

"Besides, he didn't attack humans or destroy cities, so there was no need for a direct confrontation."

The Minister of Civil Security retorted, "This time it was fortunate, but what about next time? Will you back down when faced with a strong enemy?"

Braised pork knuckle: "But we can't just leave it all for nothing..."

Minister of Civil Security: "The safety of the people always comes first and foremost to us personally!"

"Alright, everyone, say less."

The Minister of Intelligence spoke up at the right moment, interrupting their argument.

He tapped the control panel, and the central holographic projection instantly switched images.

A series of dynamic videos, texts, and data appeared.

"It has been confirmed that the special abilities and domain characteristics of three of the five stewards under the Lord of the Crimson Abyss have been partially recorded."

"First one, the enraged rabbit, in a berserk state, with its physical abilities increasing exponentially, a conceptual domain..."

"Secondly, the Silent Sculptor, who is immune to physical attacks, whose domain is a fusion of environmental and conceptual types..."

He paused, his tone grave:

"The third one is the Immortal Butterfly. As the name suggests, this guy seems to have the ability to resurrect infinitely."

"Currently, we know nothing about his effectiveness and weaknesses in this area."

"As for the remaining two, the final chapter of sorrow and joy and the messenger of hell, we have not yet gathered any useful information about them."

A brief silence fell over the conference room.

A shadow fell over everyone's heart.

At this moment, the Speaker of the General Administration spoke:

In 2013, extreme natural disasters struck the world, with landslides and tsunamis destroying countless cities.

Then, a strange red mist appeared, and an eerie event occurred, nearly causing the collapse of human civilization.

Fortunately, five heroes appeared and, at the cost of their lives, protected our sacred land, the Dragon Kingdom.

Fifty years have passed, and we have remained stagnant.

"Not only do we know nothing about the Lord of the Crimson Abyss, but we also know very little about his five stewards."

The Speaker of the General Administration's gaze swept over everyone present.

"They frequently appear within the territory, yet avoid fighting. What is their purpose?"

Did the injury suffered by the Lord of the Crimson Abyss fifty years ago truly trap him in the Fog Zone?

Over the past five years, the concentration of red fog has been abnormally high. What is driving this trend?

The speaker stood up, placing his hand on the edge of the table:

"Behind us are millions of our compatriots, the last pure land of mankind."

"I earnestly request that you all prioritize the nation's well-being and the people's safety, and do your utmost to protect our land and ensure peace and prosperity for our people!"

Everyone present suddenly stood up and responded in unison:

"yes!"