The organization I founded has been exposed by the reborn!

Meanwhile, inside the Dawn headquarters.

At this moment, Su Yu was examining the personal light screen in front of him.

[Host: Su Yu]

Age: 22

[Constitution: 348 (Base 188 + Equipment Bonus 160)]

[Spirit: 252 (Base 212 + Equipment Bonus 40)]

[Current Items: Mysterious Compendium (Mythical Grade), Communicator]

[Current Equipment: Clown Mask (Iron Grade), Illusory Cloak (Silver Grade), Azure Spear (Silver Grade), Torn Wraith Shroud (Gold Grade)]

[Current Abilities: Five Thunderbolts (Rank A), Golden Light Mantra (Rank B), Divine Sense Pressure (Rank C), Shadow Chains (Rank C), Mysterious Teleportation (Rank F), Dance Step Resonance (Rank F), Yin-Cold Frost (Rank F), Corpse Frenzy (Active), Corpse-Stiff Iron Bones (Passive)]

【…】

After having his abilities [Dance Resonance] and [Frosty Cold] stripped away one after another, Su Yu's basic attributes underwent another transformation.

His physical fitness level broke through the 300 mark, and his mental strength reached 252.

His physical body is now so powerful that it's beyond human capabilities.

Even if a heavy truck were to crash into him at full speed, his physical body would bring it to a complete stop.

His mental strength of 252 points made his perception extremely sharp; no movement within a hundred meters could escape his divine sense.

After closing his personal panel, Su Yu activated the organization panel with a slight thought.

[Organization Information:]

[Current Organization: Dawn]

Organization Level: 3 (75/2000)

[Organization Members: Qin Xinran (Rank A: Shadow Overlord), Feng Gang (Rank C: Blazing Blood Qi), Zheng Qiang (Rank C: Mechanical Brain Domain), Wen Xiaoxiao (Rank C: Healing Aura)]

[Organization Base: A Secret Private Museum (Coordinates Anchored)]

[Organizational Wonders: Night Watcher (Gold Rank), Celestial Orbiter (Gold Rank)]

Organization Points: 2740

[Organization Funds: 1370000]

[Organization Functions: Portal, Points Mall, Taskbar, Organization Control, Dawn Chat Group, Gravity Training Room, Eternal Warehouse]

【…】

Moving your gaze downwards, a line of distinctive gold-plated lettering shimmers along the edge of the panel.

[Leadership Privilege Activated: For each task completed by an organization member, the leader will automatically receive a commission of 20% of the total reward for that task!]

Just moments before, after Qin Xinran and the others worked together to complete the "Red Shoes" mission, 240 points and 120000 funds were automatically transferred to his personal account the moment the mission was completed.

Su Yu was very satisfied with this privilege of reaping the benefits without lifting a finger.

As long as the members of Dawn continue to take on missions, then he, as their leader, will always be the biggest beneficiary.

"Cool!"

Just then, a notification sound suddenly rang in Su Yu's mind.

[An emergency mission has been triggered. Please check it as soon as possible.]

"Oh? Another new mission?"

Filled with curiosity, Su Yu opened the mission interface.

[Logistics Mission: The Migration of the Apocalyptic Food Warehouse]

[Mission Description: After the full-scale arrival of the anomalies, the existing order will completely collapse, and resources will become a survival gamble more valuable than human lives. The host or designated members are requested to empty at least five large supply warehouses (including but not limited to: food, purified water, medical equipment, cold-weather supplies, etc.) before the anomalies arrive, and transfer them all to the headquarters' "Eternal Warehouse."]

【Task Progress: 0 / 5 (seats)】

[Mission Rewards: Organization Experience +300, Organization Points +1000, Organization Funds +500000, Rare Treasure Chest +1!]

【…】

"Empty five large warehouses..."

Su Yu scrutinized the mission description, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Even without systematic and deliberate guidance, stockpiling supplies is his core plan going forward.

In the apocalypse, superhuman strength is certainly the foundation for survival, but in order to maintain the operation of a large force, logistical support is the true lifeline.

The headquarters' "Eternal Warehouse" possesses a time-freezing law, making it undoubtedly the most perfect preservation warehouse in the world.

Moreover, the rewards for this mission are extremely generous.

The extra rare treasure chest, in particular, added to his anticipation.

Su Yu glanced at his watch.

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

It was still dark, and emptying several warehouses at this time would be too noisy and could easily attract the attention of the authorities.

When doing things, one should strive to maximize benefits and minimize troubles.

"Let's wait a bit."

"Let's wait until nightfall to take action."

Su Yu turned off the light screen and closed his eyes to rest.

……

At the same time.

Deep inside the clown house in the abandoned Happy Valley in the southern suburbs of Yanjing.

The heavy passageway door was pushed open.

Luo Qingyan led the remaining thirty special forces members into the area.

This is a huge circular hall with a ceiling height of tens of meters.

A cold, white beam of light from a tactical flashlight swept across the dome, revealing a chilling and terrifying scene.

Thousands upon thousands of dark red balloons, defying the laws of physics, floated in mid-air. They were arranged at varying heights, densely packed above the entire hall.

The beam of light shone on the translucent latex surface of the balloons, vaguely revealing the eerie shadows inside—inside each balloon, there seemed to be a withered, tormented human face protruding desperately outwards, as if someone was being sealed alive inside, enduring the torment of suffocation.

The air was thick with the stench of old rubber powder mixed with the putrid smell of rotting corpses.

The environment was eerily quiet. Groups of balloons rubbed together in mid-air, making a sickening "squeak" sound, like countless ghosts whispering in one's ear, constantly eroding the intruder's sanity.

Luo Qingyan stood at the front of the line, looking up at the sky full of red balloons, a hint of seriousness flashing in her cool eyes.

She guessed that the balloons might be related to the Smiling Clown's third murder rule.

A scarlet gift!!

"Everyone, listen up!" Luo Qingyan turned around, her voice carrying an undeniable authority: "From now on, always pay attention to what's above your heads. If a red sponge ball floats towards your face, don't hesitate, grab it immediately and press it to your nose!"

"Once you put it on, no matter what happens, no matter what hallucinations you see or what pain you feel, you are absolutely not allowed to take it off! Anyone who dares to take it off will bear the consequences!!"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhengfeng's expression hardened. The disastrous lessons from the first two trials were still fresh in his mind; he knew all too well the consequences of violating these rules.

"Did you all hear Director Luo's orders?!" Li Zhengfeng shouted sternly. "Keep the red ball over your nose, don't take it off even if it kills you! Load your bullets, be ready to deal with any emergencies!"

"Yes!" The remaining thirty agents answered in unison, the metallic clang of bolts being pulled echoing throughout the hall.

They held their guns tightly, the muzzles pointing straight into the air, their eyes bloodshot beneath their gas masks.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Woo-du-du-!!"

A sharp, comical, yet intensely deathly sound of a worn-out panpipe suddenly rang out from all directions of the hall.

The moment the flute music began.

The tens of thousands of dark red balloons suspended in the dome seemed to have lost their anti-gravity support, and like a torrential rain, they crashed down on the crowd below!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The balloons burst one after another the moment they hit the ground.

However, it did not produce the crisp sound of rubber breaking, but rather a dull, muffled sound, as if flesh had been forcibly smashed by a heavy hammer and internal organs had been torn apart.

The viscous, dark red liquid splattered everywhere, instantly turning the hall floor into a stinking swamp of blood.

A double threat erupted amidst the rain of balloons.

Interspersed among the half-exploded balloons were dozens of "puppet ghost slaves" pieced together from rusty broken knives and withered wooden limbs.

Their joints twisted, and upon landing, they let out mournful roars, charging frantically at the special agents with both hands and feet.

The other half of the balloon burst, turning into soft, red sponge balls the size of a baby's fist.

They floated lightly in mid-air, drifting towards each agent.

"Fire!" Li Zhengfeng's eyes widened in anger as he pulled the trigger first.

Flames spewed out!

A dense hail of bullets instantly tore through the darkness.

The standard armor-piercing rounds sent the puppet monsters charging at the front flying through the air, while the golden bullets mixed in with them were even more powerful, accurately shattering the puppets' cores and igniting clusters of eerie green flames.

But in the intense firefight, those dangling red sponge balls were already close to the agents' faces.

"Put it on!" an agent roared, firing his gun with one hand while simultaneously reaching out with his left hand to grab the red ball that floated in front of him and slamming it hard against his nose.

The moment it comes into contact with the skin.

The red sponge ball suddenly ejected countless fine black buds, which pierced deep into the agent's facial skin and flesh, completely merging with his nasal cavity.

Inside the hall, all thirty agents, without exception, wore this eerie "scarlet gift."

However, the real torment had only just begun.

The moment the red nose touched the skin, a demonic illusion that struck straight to the soul was instantly ignited.

Its core mechanism is to visualize an absolutely realistic sensory experience based on the deepest fears in the host's heart.

On the left flank of the team, there was a battle-hardened Iron Guard agent who was fearless, except for his deep-seated fear of snakes.

The moment the red nose took root.

In his perception, the red sponge on the tip of his nose suddenly transformed into a venomous snake covered in black scales and emitting a pungent, fishy odor.

The viper writhed its cold, sticky body, frantically probing into his nostrils.

The distinct tactile sensation of scales rubbing against the nasal mucosa and the excruciating pain of venomous fangs piercing the cartilage were so real that his very soul trembled.

On the other side, a young operator let out a piercing scream.

In his field of vision, the red ball on the tip of his nose transformed into a massive insect nest.

Hundreds of barbed black widow spiders and giant centipedes were scrambling to push open his nostrils and gnaw at the depths of his brain.

Extreme nausea, excruciating pain, and the despair of facing the deepest fears within their hearts instantly shattered the rational defenses of these tough men.

"Aaaaaah! Get out! Get out here!" The gunfire abruptly stopped. A chilling wailing echoed through the hall.

Several agents collapsed in agony in pools of blood, writhing on the ground. Their hands were completely out of control as they dug at their faces, their nails digging deep into their flesh, trying to tear that wicked "red nose" off along with their own skin!

"Don't touch it! No one is allowed to pick it!" Li Zhengfeng knelt on the ground, his hands gripping the hard floor so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He also wore a red ball on the tip of his nose, which he perceived as a strange parasite covered in suckers, attempting to burrow into his lungs through his trachea.

He bit his lip until it bled, blood dripping down his chin, forcibly suppressing his self-harming instincts with an extraordinary willpower, while desperately trying to stop his teammates' crazy actions.

But a person's instincts under extreme fear cannot be stopped by words.

Several agents' fingers were already gripping the edge of the red nose, about to trigger the rules.

At the critical moment.

A cold, eerie yellow light tore through the chaotic battlefield.

Luo Qingyan made her move.

She moved with lightning speed, instantly covering a distance of more than ten meters. Her fair hands flipped in the air, and the River of Oblivion and Weak Water crashed down.

slam-la-

The rushing, dry, yellowish water suddenly appeared out of nowhere, transforming into dozens of thick water ropes that precisely wrapped around the hands of the agents who were lying on the ground groaning, binding their arms tightly to their sides as they attempted to mutilate themselves, forcibly preventing them from removing their red noses.

At the same time, the puppet demon slaves, now free from suppressive fire, seized the opportunity to attack, letting out strange howls and wielding broken swords to slash at the agents on the ground.

"You're courting death." A chilling killing intent condensed in Luo Qingyan's eyes.

She stomped heavily on the floor.

The entire realm of "Paving the Way to the Underworld" is now fully open!

boom!

Crimson spider lilies spread wildly across the hall floor, a dense, ghostly mist carrying a biting chill that swept in all directions. Luo Qingyan stood in the center of the sea of ​​spider lilies, her hands suddenly raised upwards.

The void shattered, and a long river of oblivion, exuding an aura of decay and death, roared and surged outwards from her center like a tsunami bursting its banks.

The viscous, weak water washed over the ground.

The dozens of wooden puppet slaves that roared and charged forward suddenly froze the moment they touched the waves of the Weak Water.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

The piercing sound of strong acid corroding echoed throughout the hall.

The hard wooden puppet body, under the erosion of the laws of the underworld, couldn't even last two seconds before turning into pools of foul-smelling black water and completely vanishing into ashes.

On the battlefield, only the agents' suppressed, painful growls and the roar of the rushing water remained.

Luo Qingyan stood at the center of the raging wind and ghostly energy, suppressing all the murderous intent with her own strength.

……

Time passed second by second.

This agonizing, hallucinatory torment felt like it lasted for an entire century.

Finally, the last red balloon burst in the dome.

The eerie panpipe music that had been swirling above the hall abruptly stopped.

The red sponges clinging to the agents' noses seemed to have all their supernatural power drained away in an instant. They lost their temperature and shriveled up.

"Pat-pat, pat-pat."

One by one, the inactive red noses detached from the agents' faces, falling to the ground and shattering into a pile of grayish-white powder.

The demonic sound faded, and the hallucination collapsed.

The hall fell silent once more.

The thirty agents who had escaped death collapsed to the ground, greedily inhaling the air.

Their tactical masks were already soaked with cold sweat, and many of them even had scratches on their faces, looking disheveled.

But everyone survived!

In this realm filled with rules that guarantee certain death, Luo Qingyan relied on her overwhelming strength to save the team.

Li Zhengfeng, his arms trembling, lifted his mask.

He gasped for breath, his gaze piercing through the billowing smoke and the lingering shadows of the spider lilies, landing on the slender figure standing at the very front.

Without hesitation, the young military officer gave Luo Qingyan a military salute from afar.

This is his most direct way of paying tribute to the life-saving grace, and also the respect that the strong deserve.

The team members around her helped each other to their feet, and when they looked at Luo Qingyan, all their doubts vanished, replaced by deep respect.

This is not blind worship, but rather an instinctive admiration for strength after they have faced life and death.