Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

These infants, who are diagnosed with arousal at birth, are sent to the Black Tower for training.

Their combat prowess and talents far surpass those of naturally bred Sentinels, further convincing scientists that they are born to fight, and depriving the Sentinels of many of their rights.

With Qin Boyan and his group of sentries, their fates became even more uncontrollable.

They are born into a system where they are expected to guard the border, and they have no right to reproduce or back down.

Even among ordinary people, there are extreme opinions that reject them.

Unfortunately, the sentries didn't know.

While ordinary people living in prosperity and tranquility belittle these uncontrollable factors, extreme remarks are suppressed by the higher-ups and kept outside the protected area, unknown to the sentinels living in the protected area.

Even the communication bracelets they use are independent systems that cannot communicate with the outside world.

Once the sentry leaves the protector, the bracelet sends a signal to the regulatory authorities, which then issues an arrest warrant.

Qin Boyan listened to the manager's feigned concern but said nothing.

"I will investigate. Is there anything else you require, boss?"

"Tell me if you have any difficulties, and I'll arrange for a few people to help you." The manager smiled, indicating that he could leave.

Qin Boyan took the documents and left.

The administrators said they were worried about Zerg infiltrating the protected area, but it would be more accurate to say they were worried about Sentinels invading the residential area and endangering the safety of ordinary people.

If a sentry enters the residential area, it is a capital offense.

Qin Boyan was one of the few people who knew how Blue Star viewed the Sentinels.

The low-ranking sentinels spent their entire lives fighting for Earth and for the safety of ordinary people, never knowing that what they received in return for their sacrifices was nothing but malicious accusations and insults.

They'll probably feel disheartened.

This is why the higher-ups strictly guard the sentries.

Ordinary people are too hostile towards sentries.

They are war machines cultivated by cold machinery. In the eyes of many ordinary people, they should not call themselves human, nor should they receive the same treatment as humans.

Back at the sentry post dormitory, Qin Boyan continued to review the missing persons information.

He wasn't sure if the sentries had gone missing or escaped to the residential area.

Qin Boyan even knew one of them.

But we can no longer contact him via communicator.

Qin Boyan had a terrible headache.

He got up, grabbed a coat, tidied himself up in front of the mirror, and seeing that there was nothing wrong, went to the hospital.

Today was his scheduled mental health treatment.

This has always been Qin Boyan's routine; he goes once a month.

to the place.

Qin Boyan walked to the top floor of the hospital, holding a neatly folded medical report between his fingers, his knuckles slightly white from the force.

The door to the consultation room at the end of the corridor was ajar.

He raised his hand and tapped lightly twice on the door with his knuckles. Before there was any response from inside, he pushed the door open and went in.

Ge Xi was sitting in a chair by the window organizing documents when she heard the noise and looked up.

His waist-length silver hair fell smoothly over his shoulders, with a few strands clinging to his neck, making his complexion appear even clearer.

He didn't tie his hair up today, which made him look less capable and more gentle.

Those blue eyes were as clear as lake water, and when they fell on Qin Boyan, they didn't cause any ripples, like jade being immersed in cool water.

"They're here."

He spoke, his voice was calm, and he paused slightly at the end, revealing no emotion.

"Please sit, Qin Sentinel."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the chair opposite him, his fingertips slender and his movements gentle.

Qin Boyan nodded without saying anything, and walked to the chair to sit down.

He placed the examination report on the corner of the table, put his hands naturally on his knees, straightened his back, tightened his jawline, and looked at a corner of the table, not daring to linger on Ge Xi for long.

He has a partner, Qin Boyan reminded himself again and again.

There was a two-second silence in the consultation room, with only the soft rustling of leaves in the wind outside the window.

Ge Xi withdrew her gaze and continued organizing the documents, her fingertips making a soft rustling sound as they brushed against the paper.

"How were the test results?" Ge Xi asked, her tone calm, as if she were inquiring about the well-being of an ordinary friend.

Qin Boyan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was low: "There's nothing wrong, it just needs some guidance."

He glanced up, gave Ge Xi a quick look, and then looked away just as fast.

In that one glance, he saw the other person's long, drooping eyelashes casting a small, light shadow under their blue eyes, and silver hair falling over their shoulders, quiet and aloof.

As she spoke, a few pale green vines quietly emerged from the edge of the table beside Ge Xi, slowly twining around the table legs with gentle movements, carrying the tranquility unique to plants.

This is Ge Xi's spiritual form, just like his human self, gentle yet aloof.

Qin Boyan's spiritual form, the white tiger, did not appear. It remained quietly dormant in his spiritual realm, occasionally emitting a very soft groan that only he himself could hear.

His fingertips curled slightly, then relaxed, and he added, "Moderate mental pollution, no need for adjustment medication."

"Okay." Ge Xi replied, finally finished organizing the files, closed the folder, and looked up at him.

This time, his blue gaze lingered a little longer, his light eyes devoid of emotion.

"Have you been on a lot of missions lately? High-ranking Sentinels expend a lot of mental energy, so don't try to tough it out."

"Not much," Qin Boyan replied briefly, his eyes flickering slightly.

He wanted to say something, to ask Ge Xi how she was doing lately, and to ask if her partner had come to work with her.

But the words stuck in his throat.

He was just Ge Xi's friend; he couldn't say or ask such inappropriate things.

Coveting a guide who already has a partner is not a quality a sentry should possess.

Ge Xi seemed unaware of his odd behavior, simply nodding slightly, getting up to pour him a glass of warm water.

His movements were fluid and natural, his silver hair swaying gently with each movement, and his fingertips did not touch Qin Boyan's hand when he handed him the water.

"Drink some water."

Qin Boyan took the water glass, and only when his fingertips touched the coolness of the glass did he feel his tense nerves relax a little.

He took a sip of water, the warm liquid sliding down his throat. He didn't speak, but his hand holding the cup became firmer.

The light from the window fell on his face, making his features appear even more defined. The emotions hidden in his eyes were firmly suppressed deep within him, not revealed at all.

Ge Xi withdrew her hand, sat back in her chair, and tapped her fingertips lightly on the table twice: "Routine guidance, shall we begin now?"

Qin Boyan put down his water glass, rubbed his fingertips on the rim of the glass, and nodded.

He adjusted his posture, his back still straight.

I simply relaxed my shoulders and neck slightly, closed my eyes, and placed my hands folded on my knees.

Seeing this, Ge Xi raised her fingertips, and a few strands of pale green vines slowly climbed up the table and toward Qin Boyan's hand.

The vines didn't touch his skin; they stopped just an inch from his fingertips.

Ge Xi leaned forward slightly, her blue eyes closed gently, her brows furrowed, and her spiritual power slowly released, forming a soft barrier that enveloped Qin Boyan.

Qin Boyan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly before relaxing again.

He could feel that gentle spiritual energy slowly seeping into his spiritual realm.

Inside, the white tiger was lying on the snow-like ground. When it saw the incoming spiritual energy, it raised its eyes and bared its teeth warily.

Before it could react further, several pale green vines had already penetrated the mental barrier and slowly wrapped around it.