"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

Wan Boqian's words, spoken slowly and deliberately, plunged the alley into silence.

It was so quiet you could hear the soft rustling of soil particles hitting the air conditioner unit, and the gentle sound of each piece of wall mortar falling to the ground...

Time zero, sequence 84. Although its sequence number and level of danger are not high, this word of power may be the most difficult to understand and the most bizarre known word of power.

According to current theories, all incantations are achieved by controlling some kind of element, but there is no element of time among the elements, yet this incantation seems to be able to manipulate time.

The releaser constructs a domain centered on himself, within which the flow of time slows down, while he can still move at a normal speed. Therefore, to outsiders, his speed appears to be several times or even dozens of times faster.

Because the caster is always at the center of their own domain, the power of the word can be considered "boundless," but it will put a great strain on the caster's body and can usually only be maintained for a few seconds.

The master of this power of words must be a top-tier assassin, walking through the dimension of time. If supplemented with physical training, their movement speed can reach more than a hundred times that of ordinary people.

While the Word of Power "Moment" which enhances the caster's speed and is known for its "divine speed" can achieve a similar effect, for the caster of "Moment," the speed of action is even faster than the speed of thought.

Therefore, such swift actions are often planned out in advance, and once started, they cannot be stopped or adjusted midway, making it difficult to achieve such precise operations that can kill four people almost instantly.

If the perpetrator is indeed a mixed-race individual with "time zero" and a murderous personality, who is not on the record...

"Ha." Seeing the somewhat unpleasant expression on Wan Tao's face, Wan Boqian laughed like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank, chewing on the thin stick of a lollipop and grinning mischievously, "Not necessarily, maybe he's an assassin?"

"After all, if it's a hybrid, my Word of Power should be able to sense it."

Upon hearing this, Wan Tao, who had been silent, suddenly burst into laughter in exasperation. He reached out and pinched her cheek, saying irritably, "Are you trying to comfort me or scare me? Even the top assassins couldn't be this fast without using incantations."

"If you didn't perceive it, that can only mean..."

"This only shows that the other party has become so powerful that they can isolate the bloodline resonance of the Blood Ties," Wan Boqian chuckled.

The principle behind releasing "Word of Power: Blood Ties" is to first awaken the caster's own bloodline, and then resonate with the surrounding dragons and hybrids to locate the target.

The caster can experience mystical visions, seeing themselves connected to other individuals with dragon blood by crimson threads, even if the other party is far away out of sight or obscured.

The more powerful an individual is, the easier it is to be discovered, but there are also powerful individuals who can isolate themselves from resonance.

The fact that such a cautious and even cunning hybrid, who also has the potential to possess Time Zero, is hiding somewhere is giving Wan Tao a real headache.

Most importantly, he already has a rather difficult task at hand.

A Class A dangerous mixed-race individual wanted by the United States smuggled himself into the country, and the information from Kassel College indicated that he had fled to his jurisdiction.

He and that S-class specialist from Kassel College had finally managed to find a lead, but then an even more troublesome guy suddenly appeared...

"Wait a minute." Wan Tao seemed to have thought of something and murmured thoughtfully, "If I remember correctly, that S-rank specialist's Word of Power was also Time Zero, right?"

Thinking of this, his eyes flickered slightly, and he began to make his own plans.

"I want the police to cooperate in investigating the interpersonal relationships of these four victims. I suspect their deaths weren't just due to bad luck encountering mixed-race individuals."

After a moment's thought, Wan Tao first stood up and gave instructions to his colleagues, then looked at Wan Boqian, who seemed indifferent to the matter, and said, "You can also use your Word of Power to help out."

"……What?"

Upon hearing this, Wan Boqian paused for a moment, then, as if realizing something, stared at him wide-eyed, saying incredulously, "You're not going to make me use that thing again, are you? I'm your own sister, brother!"

Due to the unique nature of the "Blood Ties" incantation, certain scientific instruments and alchemical machines can enhance the caster's perception, expanding the affected area to a city or even larger.

And they just happened to have one of these things in their home.

However, when the caster of "Blood Ties" uses the power of words, their mind is defenseless, and some powerful individuals can even use bloodline resonance to kill the caster in return.

As a country with the deepest cultural heritage and the most complete traditions, who knows how many hidden gems are lurking in the city!

If she angers some being, wouldn't she be doomed?

"No way!" Thinking this, Wan Boqian shook her head vigorously, "Even if you beat me to death, I still..."

"Agusta F4Claudio," Wan Tao interrupted casually, "Didn't you always want my F4Claudio? Whether you find it in the end or not, it's yours now."

"Gurgle!"

Wan Boqian made strange noises, her expression changed several times, and finally became resolute as if she were ready to die.

"If I die, remember to burn it for me!"

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Meanwhile, the industrial park of Huanya Group was bustling with the sounds of construction.

No one knew that this building actually had a third basement level, because the third basement level was abandoned when the building was first completed, and it was inaccessible through normal passageways.

However, if someone were to enter this place, they would see that someone had unknowingly broken through the floor slabs of this abandoned third basement level and transformed this hidden space into their own underground villa.

The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with a dazzling array of books, but instead of exquisite books, they were crammed with expensive vinyl records.

Records by almost all jazz superstars are neatly displayed on the bookshelf. Any one of these items could fetch an astronomical price if placed outside. Any record lover who walks into this room would scream with excitement.

And in this secret space where Elvis Presley's 1956 song "Sad Hotel" is playing.

A man lies on the bed, holding a glass of intoxicating Island whisky in his left hand, its reddish-brown luster shimmering mesmerizingly in the hard square glass, while in his right hand he holds a Cuban cigar with wisps of white smoke rising from it.

"Phew~"

Chu Tianjiao took a deep breath and exhaled the sweet scent of tobacco.

His cold, stern face was shrouded in rising smoke, making it impossible to discern his expression for a moment.

His eyes reflected countless red lines, intertwined to form a large net, converging in the air below the ceiling. Black and white photographs, newspaper clippings, and handwritten pieces of paper were all pierced by the red lines.

The red threads form a complex and intricate web, but in the end, all the red threads converge into a thick bundle, tied to a concrete wall, pointing to a name.

"Nidhogg," he said softly.

The Black Dragon King, representing despair and destruction, was killed thousands of years ago on his throne, a mountain forever covered in ice and snow.

The one who killed Him placed His enormous body on the mountaintop, His wings drooping all the way to the foot of the mountain, His blood flowing like lava, staining the entire mountain red. The melted ice and snow, carrying blood-red vapor, rose into the sky, turning into dark red clouds, and then brought down crimson rain.

Those who killed Him cheered amidst a rain of blood, calling that day the "New Era."

But when He returns, the world will die.

His words are divine pronouncements, and divine pronouncements are destiny.

Will my destiny end in this city?

Gazing at the red thread before him, seemingly a manifestation of destiny, and feeling the fate that had already begun to flow, Chu Tianjiao lay on a sheepskin bed, pondering the direction of his destiny…

Jingle Bell!

The phone next to me suddenly rang, breaking the oppressive and dull atmosphere.

Chu Tianjiao, who had been looking serious, suddenly jumped up like a monkey.

He grabbed the phone from the side, glanced at the caller's name, and immediately broke into a wide smile, all his previous serious demeanor vanishing.

"Hey, son."

The way Chu Tianjiao held the phone was like that of a chief eunuch receiving an imperial decree. His tone was cheerful and even obsequious as he said, "Oh my, we two are really in sync. I knew it was you as soon as I heard the ringtone..."

"What? Filming? And giving a friend a ride home? No problem, of course, no problem. I'll go right now. My son's filming, I'll just go fetch tea and water! I'm driving..."

Beep...beep...beep...

Before Chu Tianjiao could finish speaking, the other end of the phone hung up. But he wasn't angry; he just put down the phone and muttered to himself, "Oh dear, my son is making a movie, and with friends no less? I'd better check this out."