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After Wan Qi and the others left, the atmosphere in the office finally relaxed. Some members of parliament reached out to adjust their ties and collars, while others simply took off their ties to make it easier for them to breathe.

The mental stress I was under just now was really...

That evening, the door suddenly opened again, startling everyone in the office, including Ms. Z, who immediately took out the goji berries from her thermos.

Wan Qi stood at the door, raised his small hand, and something from Constantine's pocket landed in his palm.

"Metal playing cards, not bad, perfect for building blocks. I'll take them, bye?"

Wan Qi casually stuffed Constantine's playing cards into his pocket, closed the door, and this time he really left.

Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, then turned to Constantine, whose expression was equally fascinating. He was probably thinking: "What are you doing with my playing cards? Did you deliberately take them from my pocket, or even rob me?! What's going on?"

Constantine quickly realized the reason: when he met with the parasite, he used playing cards and verbal intimidation to suppress the other party, hoping that the other party would give in, leave the Sichen Squad, and join the St. Love Foundation.

The effect was indeed good, but the parasitic plant did not give an answer on the spot, and later even physically protested.

So... Wan Qi knew about this and then sought revenge, right?

You dare to scare melon parasites? I'm confiscating your playing cards. And you did it openly in public! Keep your complaints to yourself. Next time, watch your step and know who you can't mess with. Don't go looking for trouble.

This guy is vengeful!

Section 55: A Warm Embrace

(Fifth update! Promise fulfilled, please vote and leave comments (**3*))

"Hello, little Mesmer, I am Wan Qi. Thank you for your help."

In the ward where Virtin was, Wan Qi and little Mesmer shook hands.

This small gesture was carefully noted down by the middle-aged man who came with Wan Qi. He decided that he couldn't afford to offend this young lady in the future, and he would have to give her more consideration in terms of promotion arrangements.

This is the protection given by absolute power.

Imagine if Emperor Wu of Han owed you a favor...

I can't guarantee anything else, but you'll definitely be rich and powerful in your life.

“I was just doing what was within my job responsibilities,” said Mesmer.

The two then tactfully left the ward, and the surrounding area was cleared out. Bonestat and the Bone Army were the only security forces here, and anyone who dared to approach would be killed without mercy.

The undead units at the Saint Love Foundation headquarters have now retreated, but they still surround the area. 055 Bone Drive is on standby in mid-air. The crisis is only temporarily over. If anything happens that displeases Wan Qi, then...

He had already made it clear in Constantine's office that you should be prepared.

So much so that now many people are privately complaining about Constantine, wondering why he arrested Sichen. Now, with the Grim Reaper's scythe on everyone's heads, how comfortable is that!

Only Wanqi and the unconscious Virtue remained in the room. To be honest, this girl had the potential to be Sleeping Beauty, but what was needed to wake her up was not a prince's kiss, but the removal of the device.

Little Mesmer has already turned off the equipment; now all we have to do is wait for Wilting to wake up.

A man and a woman are alone in a room, and the woman is asleep. Isn't the foundation worried that something might happen?

So what? Even if something unspeakable really happened, the foundation can only smile and ask when you're having your wedding so we can give you a gift.

However, while waiting, Wan Qi discovered that Virtue wasn't actually sleeping, but rather... meditating?

After confirming, Wan Qi was certain that Virtue was indeed meditating. So, while the girl was indeed trapped by the device on the surface, her main consciousness and the dream were completely separated. In other words, she was observing her dream from a third-person perspective. Although she would still see some unpleasant things, the personal experience and the actual impact from a third-person perspective were two different concepts, which greatly reduced the effectiveness of the dream device.

As for why Wilding meditated...

Wan Qi, can you explain this?

Meditation is something that almost every mystic can do, just with different effects. But a magician's meditation has only one effect: improving rest efficiency, restoring mana, and improving concentration.

Simply put, it's a more efficient way to engage the brain. Wilting learned it very quickly and mastered it on the same day. After that, her sleep quality improved significantly. Thumbs up from Sichen herself.

I never expected that she could use meditation to fight it in this situation. Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of Si Chen, she has developed derivative uses.

However, developing a brand-new version of meditation doesn't mean it can be used at will. For example, right now, Virtin is trapped in a memory maze. Although with her intelligence, she can definitely find her way out in time, but with Wan Qi, who knows the ropes, here, let's just take her out directly.

“Although it is impolite to pry into other people’s dreams, the situation is special now. Let me see your dream, Veltin.”

First Line of Defense Academy, an affiliate of the St. Love Foundation.

When everyone is playing the same tune, shouldn't the noise disappear?

No one answered that question, but that was Wilding's past.

First Line Academy is a strict, closed, and well-equipped school. As long as you are a well-behaved and law-abiding student, it will be your paradise. The teachers will love you. But what Virtin wants is something that this school cannot provide.

She wanted to go out and see the world.

It was a child's curiosity, and also the most primitive mutation of human thought. Later generations gave it a simple yet profound word—freedom.

Wanting to go outside and explore, a boy named Wilting reached out to grab a rain frog outside the school.

Because he wanted to go out and see the world, the boy named Virtue would always linger near the school wall.

Because he wanted to go out and see the world, the boy named Virtin often looked up at the sky and imagined himself learning to fly.

The school offered shelter and warmth, but it was also so serious it was suffocating.

Why are teachers and principals so strict with everyone? Why must we obey those emphasized truths? Why are adults always so tight-lipped about the outside world?

I don't know, because the limit of a girl's vision is only the school wall.

So... as long as we get out, that should be fine, right?

Just go out and take a look, and you'll find the answer to your question.

Tiny seeds began to sprout, news of the outside world fell from the sky, along with a phenomenon called "torrential rain."

Something must have happened outside!

After some thought, the girl decided to give it a try, so she asked the question at a school-wide assembly.

"Principal, what is a rainstorm?"

The principal on the podium emitted a sharp, explosive sound, and then the girl was placed in solitary confinement.

She was young then and didn't understand social etiquette. The principal said it was okay, so she asked, but her trust was not reciprocated. Instead, she was met with concealment and suppression.

The seed continued to grow upwards, and a branch called Rebellion appeared.

At this point, she was unaware that both freedom and resistance come at a price.

The girl felt that as long as she expressed herself clearly, explicitly, and sincerely, the adults would still be willing to explain, because the school curriculum was based on the core ideas of truth, goodness, and beauty. Could all of that be a lie?

At that time, I didn't know that some truths are not necessarily untruths, but rather are selectively accepted by people.

A group of friends gathered together under the girl's organization. She thought she was the only exception, but in reality, many children wanted to see the outside world.

The fact that the note she passed out never reached the teacher is the best proof of that.

Everyone felt stifled, but very few took action. Now, they have found a reason to act, and everything has already fallen into place; they are just waiting for someone to raise their voice and shout it from the rooftops.

“Singing can convey our emotions. We can sing songs to adults and express our feelings.”

It was a rebellion that could not be called a rebellion; it was simply a group of children wanting adults to listen to their voices.

At the school concert, the children performed earnestly, and then everything went wrong.

The adults frantically tried to stop everything, turning the scene into a disaster movie. Only the children were confused and crying, yet stubbornly persisted. Unfortunately, the result was just a mess.

At that time, I was certain of at least one thing: the adults didn't want us to know anything about the outside world, not even a little bit.

Children are not strong enough to resist adults, but they can choose to leave.

Escape the First Line of Defense Academy and see the outside world for yourself.

With meticulous organization, careful planning, and cautious action, Virtin, as a minor, incorporated everything he could do, considered, and thought of into his plan, striving for absolute success.

It's just leaving, it can't be that serious...

They encountered some setbacks along the way, but also received some help. In the end, they stood before the door to freedom.

They succeeded!

Like fledglings returning to the sky, Virtin and his friends eagerly pushed open the door.

The rain is pouring down, but freedom will not disappear; only the companions have vanished.

From a third-person perspective, Virtue witnessed her childhood escape in its entirety. Her memory was so vivid, almost perfectly capturing every detail. But the more vivid it was, the more firmly she believed that she was part of a giant chessboard, and that someone was using the power of an outsider to push things in that direction.

That person is invisible to them and powerless to resist unless they abandon all their plans.

I... haven't changed anything.

Virtue looked up; this was the sky of memories, as oppressive as her current mood.

but!

The memory shattered instantly, and Veltin took a step forward.

I will leave here, because there are people waiting for me outside.

I will get out of here, because someone will help me change these things!

I must get out of here, because...because...because!

“Vildin”.

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and the labyrinth of memories was instantly cracked. Then, the sky shattered into pieces, and a familiar figure slowly descended. A boy in a black robe stood before Veltin.

"We should go back now, Miss Sichen."

"Ah."

Virtin nodded and grabbed the boy's outstretched right hand without hesitation.

Her sleeping eyes slowly opened. Although her body was still a little weak, the girl's gaze immediately locked onto that familiar figure. Just like in her dream, the other person was holding her hand.

"Wanqi..."

Veltin struggled to get up. She didn't know why she was doing it, but all she wanted to do was hold him.

Just then, Wanqi moved forward slightly and pulled Virtue into his arms.

The two were very close. With her chest pressed against Wan Qi's, Veltin could clearly hear his heartbeat, which made her feel safer than ever before. It was as if, at this moment, even if the sky were to fall, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Wan Qi lowered his head slightly and whispered in Virtue's ear, "It's just the two of us here, you don't need to force yourself."

Virtue's eyes widened suddenly, and then a flood of grievances, bitterness, anger, and helplessness welled up in her heart. She hugged Wanqi tightly and burst into tears in his arms.

She had so much to say, but in the end, it all turned into tears.

When was the last time you cried?

forgotten……

After that day, Virtue understood a lot.

Don't cry, tears won't solve anything.

Don't stop; stopping means being complacent.

Don't wail; that will only make the enemy happy.

Don't be timid, go for it if you want it!

Gender doesn't matter, age doesn't matter, background doesn't matter! All emotions and information that cannot help you are unimportant! They are just meaningless noise.

I am Si Chen, and I am walking alone in the torrential rain. I want to be everyone's shelter, and I want to stand at the forefront of the group!

She is very strong, but the other side of strength is numbness.

Just as someone who has been in intense pain will forget the pain, being strong for too long will harden a person. Only on certain special occasions will a girl's face briefly show the expression that belongs to her age, before it is once again covered by layers of indifference and rationality.

She also longs for a warm embrace, a happy life, and a fulfilling family, but she doesn't dare to hope for these things.

Because the downpour will take everything away, no matter how tightly she holds on.

On every sleepless night, Virtue would fantasize that he was a powerful mystic, capable of solving all problems and overcoming all difficulties and enemies on his own, ideally with a friend by his side who was equally unafraid of the downpour.

I will definitely protect him when the time comes.

Then, fate played a trick on her, granting both of her wishes at once in a hybrid way.

A friend who cannot be reversed by torrential rain and whose strength is so great that it can instill fear in any enemy.

The moment Wan Qi appeared, Virtin was pleasantly surprised to find that all his shortcomings had disappeared, and that Wan Qi stood firmly by his side, holding up an umbrella for him in this lonely world.