You call me a calamity? But I am Hyper Zetton!

[This is my first time writing four chapters, please bear with me, I'm still a bit inexperienced.]

Speaker's office.

Qi Shanhai knelt on the carpet, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Blood flowed down his forehead into his eyes, then slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground.

His entire arm had been severed at the root, the cut a bloody mess, a horrifying sight.

Opposite him, Ji Xuan was nestled in a large leather swivel chair.

He raised his hand, placed his index finger on the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, pushed it up slightly, then lowered his eyelids slightly and looked down at Qi Shanhai on the ground.

"Speaker Qi, why degrade yourself like this?"

"You just need to gather all the awakened ones here, and everyone will be happy."

Qi Shanhai gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ji Xuan seemed to suddenly remember something and uttered a soft "oh".

"Oh right, I almost forgot to tell you."

"Now, Kokotar has parasitized half of Hope Base City's residents."

Ji Xuan raised her wrist, her gaze sweeping over the hands of her watch, and then said:

"In another hour, the only living people left in this city will probably be you awakened ones."

"So, you'd better die quickly."

"Otherwise, the officials who were supposed to protect the citizens died behind them."

"When you get down there, how will you face these fellow villagers?"

After saying that…

Ji Xuan pushed off the ground with both feet, and the swivel chair slid forward half a meter.

He leaned forward, getting closer to Qi Shanhai. The cold white light from above shone on his glasses, creating a pale reflection that completely obscured his eyes, leaving only a slight smile on his lips.

"Those kokotar... I was the one who released them."

Qi Shanhai suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

He had just opened his mouth to curse when he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the carpet.

"Cough cough cough..."

Qi Shanhai coughed violently as he raised his blood-stained face and stared intently at Ji Xuan.

"Ji Changge is willing to destroy an entire base city just to protect his reputation?"

"What kind of one of the six demigods protecting the Great Xia is he?" The veins on Qi Shanhai's neck bulged.

"He is a complete hypocrite, and your entire Ji family are hypocrites."

"Go ahead and kill me now if you dare. I'd rather die than help you gather the Awakened."

"Yeah?"

Ji Xuan leaned back, pressing herself against the chair back, her eyes cold.

He raised his hand and gestured towards the cabinet next to his desk, and a photo frame that had been on the cabinet appeared in his hand.

Ji Xuan looked down at the certificate in the photo frame and read the words on it.

"My father, the Speaker, is... the first prize winner." He casually tossed the photo frame onto the table, looked at Qi Shanhai again, and held up two fingers.

I'm giving you two choices.

"First, summon all Awakened Ones to the Speaker's office now, and I'll give you all a quick death."

"Secondly, I'll make sure your son dies in front of you."

"You should know very well that I asked you to call them over because it's too much trouble to find them one by one, not because I can't kill them."

Qi Shanhai remained kneeling, head bowed, biting his lip until it bled, still not uttering a word.

The other party is right. As a seventh-tier powerhouse, no one in the entire Hope Base City can stop him.

But there is still a chance. As long as one person is still alive and can bring this message to the main city, then they have not lost.

If we call everyone here now, we'll be wiped out.

Qi Shanhai remained silent.

Ji Xuan's last bit of patience vanished. He slowly raised his right hand, pressing his thumb against his middle finger.

"Snap." A snap of fingers echoed through the office.

Suddenly, ripples spread across the air in mid-air, like the surface of water.

Then, an obese man wearing yellow SpongeBob pajamas fell out of the ripples.

With a dull thud, the fat man fell solidly to the floor, his face twitching several times.

Qi Yuanbao, who was fast asleep, was awakened by the fall because of his thick layer of fat.

He didn't feel much pain, but he groggily propped himself up and rubbed his sleepy eyes with his chubby hands.

He subconsciously looked around, his gaze sweeping across the front.

When I saw that figure with blood all over his head and a missing arm.

Qi Yuanbao's sleepiness vanished instantly.

"dad."

He scrambled to his feet and ran over quickly.

Her knees buckled, and she knelt beside Qi Shanhai, her hands trembling as she supported her father's swaying body.

Qi Yuanbao looked at his father's severed left arm. His usually honest, chubby face, which always wore a silly smile, was now twisted in pain.

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Ji Xuan, who was sitting in the chair.

"Did you hurt my dad?"

"The adults are talking, children shouldn't interrupt."

Ji Xuan didn't even glance at him, but simply raised her right hand, her thumb gently tapping the nail of her middle finger.

He casually flicked it outwards in Qi Yuanbao's direction.

A transparent spatial barrier slammed into Qi Yuanbao's stomach like a heavy hammer.

Qi Yuanbao was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall with a thud before falling heavily back to the ground.

"Pfft." He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

"Yuanbao" (a type of ancient Chinese currency).

Seeing his son vomit blood, Qi Shanhai, who was already on the verge of death, suddenly found the strength to fight back.

He roared, staggered to his feet, lost his balance, and stumbled toward his son.

Suddenly, his head slammed into an invisible wall of air.

His body bounced back, and he collapsed weakly to the ground, unable to get up again.

He lay on the floor, his fingers digging into the ground, struggling to raise one hand to reach for his son in the distance: "Yuanbao..."

"Speaker Qi."

Ji Xuan's cold voice rang out as he raised his right hand, palm facing up.

The air above his palm began to twist wildly, turning into a black mass.

A rapidly rotating spatial vortex suddenly condensed out of thin air.

"Do you want your son to die first, or do you want those awakened ones to die first?"

Qi Shanhai on the ground was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, taking in more air than exhaling.

His eyes had lost focus, staring blankly in Qi Yuanbao's direction. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Ji Xuan shook her head and sighed, "What a waste of my time."

He flicked his wrist slightly.

The spatial vortex, radiating an aura of destruction, flew out of his hand.

With a sharp whistling sound, it crashed into Qi Yuanbao in the corner.

Just as the spatial vortex was about to hit Qi Yuanbao, a flash of seven-colored light appeared, and a dark figure blocked his way.