I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Chapter 280 Nora

Hearing the concern in his words, Lu Yuan glanced at him, and the heaviness in his heart was dispelled considerably. Lu Yuan smiled and said...

"I'm fine. You should have felt it while you were inside the barrier. Instead of worrying about me, go back and immediately suspend all missions, recover your senses, that's an order."

The Night's Watchman nodded.

On the way to the carriage, a young night watchman finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Captain Lu, are you really at Tier 2?"

His tone carried a sense of bewilderment, as if his understanding had been overturned.

"How can your rationality be so exaggerated? I can feel it from inside the barrier; your output alone is equivalent to that of three or four of us."

Another, slightly older night watchman rolled his eyes at him: "Ignorant. Captain Lu's rationality is at least at the fourth level."

Lu Yuan waved his hand.

"The bonuses from the methods can't be directly taught. However, I have some insights into rational cultivation, which we can discuss sometime; it might be helpful to you."

The eyes of several night watchmen lit up almost simultaneously.

"Alright! Captain Lu, you said it yourself! Don't try to back out later!"

"Me too!"

Count me in!

The guy with the nosebleed smiled too. Although his face was pale, he seemed much better: "Captain, if you teach us, I'll buy you a drink."

The tension eased after a period of tension.

Lu Yuan didn't continue the conversation, but simply followed the others toward the carriage.

Teaching is not just a matter of politeness.

He planned to use this as an excuse to extract the methods for cultivating rationality within the Night's Watch system from Klaus.

Lu Yuan didn't believe that Klaus didn't have this kind of experience.

A person who can rise to the position of deputy chief of staff must have some trump cards up their sleeve.

The carriages outside the Tower of Learning began to turn their reins as the Night's Watch arrived.

The carriage swayed on the gravel road, and the copper leaf springs made a continuous creaking sound.

Lu Yuan leaned against the car wall and closed his eyes.

The watchmen around were whispering to each other, and some had already fallen asleep with their heads resting on their companions' shoulders, their breathing deep and heavy.

Now that he had confirmed that the night watchmen who had come with him were all safe, Lu Yuan activated his inner vision and scanned his own condition.

The worm of knowledge still lurks deep within the left eye.

The freeze is loosening, and the color flow has resumed somewhat, but much more slowly than usual.

A touch of blood red was added to the color flow.

It was left when the inscriptions of the five beings in the palace were frozen, the blood-red color embedded among the flowing colors, a thin thread, like a red thread wrapped around a colorful ball of yarn.

The symbiotic connection resumed a faint pulse. Lu Yuan tried to contact the Worm of Knowledge, but the worm seemed very tired and managed to respond with a few weak chirps.

He wasn't physically injured, but he looked like he was recovering from a serious illness, curled up and only moving occasionally.

Lu Yuan noticed the trace of blood red, frowned, and decided to take a closer look when he got back.

The key hovered behind the insect, completely still.

However, the surface gloss was at least 30% dimmer than usual.

Inside the palace, the key released the seawater of the Sea of Knowledge to fight against the five beings; that action clearly took a toll.

However, a faint light was slowly gathering around the key, as if it were recovering on its own.

It's good that it can be restored, but the key is not an unlimited 'protective umbrella', and that must be remembered.

As the internal vision was nearing its end, Lu Yuan remembered that message.

The gray text was the last record cached in the palace.

It's been weighing on my heart, heavier than anything else.

He pulled up the record that was cached as gray text.

The gray and white text quietly emerged.

[Target for detection: Nora (Chosen One)]

[A human chosen from birth, she has finally arrived at her home.]

Lu Yuan stared at the two lines of text, remaining motionless for a long time.

Nora.

He had never known her name before.

In the sea of knowledge, in the whirlpool, in the palace, she was always just a "small girl".

The gray and white text helped him remember a name he had never asked.

"God-chosen extraordinary"... He had never actually seen this judgment before, only learning about it a long time ago in a casual conversation with old Morgan and Klaus. It was the extraordinary path chosen by God, and also the strongest extraordinary path.

Clearly, passing the test in that palace was merely a formality; she was born to be chosen.

"She has finally arrived at her home."

Lu Yuan had seen that palace with his own eyes. The blood-red dome was thousands of meters high, and the ground was littered with inhuman remains. Black and red congealed substances accumulated in every crack of the stone slabs.

The gray and white text refers to that place as "homeland".

He remembered her last words.

"I don't have anything to miss when I go back, so I'll just stay here."

At the time, Lu Yuan thought those were words of despair spoken out of desperation, or perhaps expressions of disappointment with the Tower of Learning.

He now realized that it might be the truth in the literal sense; she wasn't desperate, she had gone home.

The carriage lurched violently as it traveled along a gravel road.

Lu Yuan snapped out of his daze from the light of the gray text.

Close your eyes.

Nora.

He silently repeated the name in his mind.

Then I opened my eyes and looked out the window. The lights of the branch's main building were already faintly visible in the distance.

The carriage stopped at the side gate of the branch office.

Lu Yuan first arranged for the injured night watchmen to rest at the branch office.

The person with the nosebleed was specifically instructed to first go to the logistics department to collect a sanity-stabilizing potion, and was not allowed to perform any missions for 72 hours.

Did you hear me?

"Okay, okay," the man muttered as he was helped inside by his companion.

A few people nearby couldn't help but chuckle.

After making the arrangements, Lu Yuan did not return to his residence.

Head straight to Klaus's office.

He knew Klaus must still be there; for a mission of this caliber, the deputy chief of staff couldn't possibly be asleep.

The office door was open and the lights were on.

Klaus sat behind a table with cold tea and several documents on it, and he looked like he had been waiting.

When Lu Yuan entered, Klaus's gaze lingered on him for a moment, sweeping over his pale face, the bruises on his knuckles, and his slightly reddened left eye.

Klaus didn't say much, he just nodded slightly.

"sit."

Lu Yuan pulled up a chair and sat down, then began to report on the course of the mission.

"An accident occurred during the operation of the device, and my consciousness was briefly pulled out of my body for a period of time. I have recovered and there are no aftereffects."

"All ten Night Watchmen have safely returned, but they are all mentally exhausted. One of them has developed a slight crack in his mental barrier and needs to rest."

"The church's blessing played a crucial role at the critical moment; otherwise, the barrier might not have held."

After listening, Klaus did not ask for specific details about the "twisting of consciousness".

He picked up the cold tea and took a sip.

"I know about what happened at the church."

He put down his teacup and looked at Lu Yuan.

You know your own body best. Take care of it when necessary.

Klaus paused for a moment.

"But if there's anything you need me to know, don't delay."

Lu Yuan didn't pick up on that topic and changed the subject.

"There's one more thing. During this mission, I promised a few Night Watchers at the barrier that I could talk to them about my experience in cultivating rationality when I had time."

Klaus glanced at him.

"I have some methods that I've figured out myself, but they're not systematic. If the branch has a more systematic approach to cultivating rationality or related materials, I'd like to borrow them for reference. On the one hand, it's to fulfill my promise, and on the other hand—"

He paused for a moment.

"I need it myself."

Klaus remained silent for a few seconds.

He tapped his fingers twice on the table.

Then he opened the drawer and took out a thin manual with a badly worn cover, as if it had been flipped through countless times.

Place it on the table and push it over.

"This is my own stuff. There aren't many records inside, but it should be of some help to you. Remember not to share it with others easily."

Lu Yuan took it but did not open it on the spot.

Klaus added, "Everyone's path to cultivating rationality is different. The methods in that manual may work for most people, but not necessarily for you."

He picked up the cold tea and took another sip, his expression unchanged.

"After all, your method is too special."

Lu Yuan did not respond. He stood up, took the manual, and walked towards the door.

As they reached the door, Klaus said one last thing behind them.

"What about the children?"

Lu Yuan paused for a moment.

He knew that Klaus was asking the students of the Tower of Learning.

"None of them came back."

After saying that, he walked out of the office without looking back.

I heard the sound of a teacup being put down behind me.

It's very light.

The coffin room.

Calvin and Selena have already been carried away.

A junior instructor took the scriptures as planned, and the copper sealed box closed with a click.

The coffin remains in its original position.

The observation window shutter was open.

The girl in the coffin looked a little better than before; she was no longer pale to the point of being transparent, but had a faint blush of blood on her face, accompanied by a few faint tear tracks.

Her lips moved slightly.

Very subtle.

It's like they're saying something.

But there was no one in the room.

No one saw this.

The third floor of the main tower of the Pagoda of Learned Scholars.

The lights were bright.

A copper sealed box was placed on a round table.

Arthur Heinz sat behind the table, his hair gray, wearing a dark gray robe, the gold eagle emblem on his collar reflecting a cold light in the lamplight.

Cameron stood opposite him.

Arthur opened the sealed box and took out the scriptures.

I turned to the last page and glanced at the page number.

Ten pages, more than double the expected five pages.

The two looked at each other.

Arthur's eyes held a calm, unsettling satisfaction, while Cameron's were filled with the relief of surviving a close call; her lips were taut, but the relaxation in her eyes was unmistakable.

Arthur only said one sentence.

"Notify headquarters."

Cameron nodded, turned and quickly walked out of the room.

The top of the main tower of the Pagoda of Learned Scholars.

It's very windy.

No one is empty.

The deepest part of that thick darkness behind the tower's summit...

A voice was heard.

It was a burst of laughter.

It was very spacious, with an echoing sound, as if it came from a very, very far place.

Then the inscriptions on the top of the tower, which had been dim for a long time, lit up for a moment.

Then it went dark.