Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The morning sun shines on the bluestone pavement of the old town. A few slender foxtail grasses sprout from the cracks in the bricks, which are soaked with last night's dew, and sway violently in the wind.

Wen Liang supported Wen Yan's arm, walking very slowly, afraid that walking too fast would tire him out.

"Walk slowly, Grandma Zhang at the alley ahead just finished making soy milk, shall I bring you a bowl?" Wen Liang's voice was light and cheerful. In her other hand, she was carrying a cloth bag containing Wen Yan's medicine box.

Wen Yan nodded slightly, and slowly moved forward with her. His heart was beating steadily in his chest, each beat clear and strong, no longer pounding wildly as before, as if it were about to jump out of his throat after just a few steps.

He could feel warmth permeating his limbs and bones. It was the life force returned by the previous hosts who sacrificed themselves, slowly repairing his broken body. Now, he could not only walk down an entire alley, but also run for several kilometers without any problem.

But he still deliberately leaned his weight on Wen Liang's shoulder, coughed softly every few steps, and maintained his perpetually pale face, looking as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

He couldn't explain the sudden cure of his congenital heart disease to anyone, especially his sister who depended on him for survival. He couldn't let her suspect anything, and he couldn't drag her into the unseen quagmire behind him.

The perception deep within consciousness unfolds like an invisible net, and the faint light of four seeds floats on the sea of ​​the soul, like four distant lamps.

Xu Suyuan's light blue, Liu Zhen's dark blue, Meng Zhaowen's dark green, and Lin Shen's silver-white—the four points of light were very close together, moving along the underground pipes in the suburbs towards the abandoned research institute. Their auras carried the fatigue of the war, yet also a sense of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Wen Yan's fingertips moved slightly inside his sleeve.

When Chen Guohua died, the life force returned by the seed of his soul allowed him to break free from his bedridden state for the first time.

When Han Xiao died, the explosive energy of the kinetic energy return to nothing stopped the stabbing pain in his heart that had lasted for three years.

When Li Rui died, the spreading spiritual power of the raging fire allowed his body to initially recover its health.

Now that Wang Hongyuan and Zhong Lin have been killed and the four hosts have safely evacuated, his physical condition has reached its peak since his transmigration. He no longer has to worry about his heart stopping at any moment.

But this is far from enough.

Wang Hongyuan is the third-ranked political affairs commissioner in Lieyang Province. He holds the political resources of the entire province and has a deep and extensive network of connections. It turns out that such a person is just a pawn that the Five Mountains Alliance has put out in the open.

An organization lurking in the shadows could place its pawns in the positions of provincial political affairs commissioners, set up illegal laboratories across the country to conduct human experiments on ordinary people, and suppress countless wrongful murder cases with an iron fist. Its power far exceeded all his previous predictions.

Moreover, they have already set their sights on the extraordinary power derived from the Seed of Souls.

Wei Donghai handed over all the research data on superhumans. Zhong Lin led the elites of the Five Mountains Society to personally capture superhumans. What they wanted was not just money and power, but to control all superhuman power and use it as a tool for profit.

The Five Mountains Alliance has already lost two core members, Zhong Heng and Zhong Lin, as well as two key figures, Wei Donghai and Wang Hongyuan. They will only send in even more ruthless individuals and use more resources to hunt down all the extraordinary individuals and trace the source of this seed.

The situation on the official side is equally troublesome.

They have established a special organization and army targeting superhumans, equipped with weapons specifically designed for them. Their "cognitive meme" control methods are ruthless and decisive, capable of systematically erasing even traces left by mental superhumans like Li Rui.

If the Five Mountains Alliance could infiltrate Wang Hongyuan, could it also have infiltrated official organizations?

Which side is more dangerous, the official side or the underground organizations?

Or both sides are enemies that need to be guarded against.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes slightly, looking at his and Wen Liang's overlapping shadows on the bluestone road.

He has been in this world for almost half a year, and what he has come into contact with is only the tip of the iceberg.

On the surface, this world is no different from the modern city of his previous life. The physical rules are the same, the social operating logic is the same, and ordinary people live their lives in an orderly manner, completely unaware of the turbulent undercurrents in the shadows.

But too many people have been eyeing extraordinary powers in secret. Besides the Five Mountains Society, could there be other similar secret organizations?

Could there be other people secretly conducting human experiments similar to those conducted by Chenxi Biopharmaceutical?

He has seen too many ordinary people driven to the brink of despair.

Chen Guohua is just a poor father suffering from uremia, and Xu Suyuan is just a small-time news anchor who wants to earn money to treat her grandmother's illness.

Han Xiao was just a retired soldier who wanted to live a peaceful life with his wife and daughter, and Li Rui was just a criminal police officer who wanted to uphold the bottom line of the law.

Liu Zhen was just an engineer who refused to sign off on a project that involved cutting corners; Meng Zhaowen was just a teacher who wanted to seek justice for her brother; and Lin Shen was just a researcher who wanted to fulfill his mentor's last wish.

They did nothing wrong, yet they were crushed by the rules of this world, their families destroyed, and they were driven to desperation. In the end, they could only rely on the gift of the Seed of Soul to exchange their lives for justice.

There are no other supernatural powers in this world, nor is there any fairness or justice.

When ordinary people are driven to the brink, they can only rely on themselves.

His current state is merely that he has just solved the most basic survival problem—he no longer has to worry about dying at any time and can walk normally, that's all.

We are far from being "healthy," and even further from being "powerful."

He must hide well.

Once the secret of the Seed of Souls is exposed, the Five Mountains Alliance will pounce on him like hungry wolves, tearing him to pieces for research. The authorities will also lock him up as the most dangerous anomaly sample, condemning him to eternal damnation.

Before he could figure out all the dark forces in this world, and before he could gain enough power to crush all his enemies, he had to hide in the deepest, darkest corners, just as he had done countless times before, watching the seeds he had sown fight each other in the sunlight, turning all the hatred into nourishment to repair his body.

"I'm going to buy soy milk up ahead. You sit here for a while and don't move." Wen Liang helped him sit down on the bench at the entrance of the alley, put the cloth bag in her hand next to him, gave him a few instructions, and then turned to walk towards the entrance of the alley. After taking a few steps, she would look back at him, afraid that he would fall.

Wen Yan nodded in agreement, watching her figure disappear around the corner of the alley before slowly leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.

The sunlight fell on his face, warm and cozy. The steam from the breakfast stalls on the street mingled with the sweet aroma of soy milk, and the shouts of the fried dough stick vendor could be heard even two alleys away.

Under the sycamore tree next door, several old ladies sat picking vegetables, their casual chatter drifting over slowly. A child ran by with an ice pop in hand, his laughter as crisp as a bell.

It was ordinary, peaceful, and no different from any of the countless mornings he had ever seen before.

His consciousness sank into the sea of ​​his soul, activating Meng Zhaowen's earth spirit awakening ability, and his consciousness spread out along the roots of the sycamore tree beneath his feet.