56: Please let me be a dog, I don’t know Clover!

In the general office of the Three-Leaf Clover Group's Liang City Branch medical reserve base in the suburbs of Liang City, Leng Yue, a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, had a chilling expression as he looked at the bewildered Mortal manager in front of him: “Have you made contact?”

The Mortal manager swallowed: “Immortal, contact has been made, but it's still going through the process.”

A fierce glint flickered in Leng Yue's eyes, but in the end, he only sighed softly: “You may go.”

Damn the process, I'm going crazy, and it's still going through the process.

Leng Yue went from initial rage, to the emptiness after the rage, and now to helpless acceptance.

If this Branch was capable, it would have long since shed the name 'Liang City Branch'.

Leng Yue took out the specially made silver phone that he had crushed in the previous Reincarnation from his pocket; now, this special silver phone was as good as new, and his face was grim: “What kind of Spell is this, exactly?”

It didn't seem like an illusion, but it also didn't seem like a complete time reversal—a peculiar Spell he had never seen before.

The most absurd thing was that his own memories were retained, but the memories of Mortals were not.

The memories of the Cultivator patrol team were also retained, so after the Reincarnation reset, the Cultivator teams didn't need him to direct them; they had already followed the patrol plan, which they had executed many times before, to find out where the problem lay.

Leng Yue had no idea when this Reincarnation would reset, but before it reset, he could even use the local teleportation array to go anywhere and do anything.

However, once the Reincarnation restarted, he would return to this office.

The most absurd thing was that the scope of retained memories only applied within this storage base; Cultivators in other places, even if they had interacted countless times, would not retain a single bit of memory.

Leng Yue felt his state reset to Peak condition, but his eyes were filled only with a chilling coldness: “Or, perhaps, I've already become a dead person, a dead person being played with.”

No matter what he did, as long as the Reincarnation restarted, he would return to this Peak state.

At this moment, Leng Yue greatly envied those poor philosophers; if they were here, they should be able to determine the current situation through their critical thinking skills.

But he, however, couldn't find any hope of breaking the situation.

Leng Yue squinted slightly, his tone calm: “I cannot give up on myself; if I give up, there will be no hope left.”

In these dozens of Reincarnations, Leng Yue had tried many solutions, including but not limited to calling for help from his superiors and personally reporting to General Liu.

The result of calling for help from his superiors was that it would take three days for them to arrive, and a fifth or sixth-stage Cultivator could not be easily mobilized.

It's possible I'll be Reincarnated as a fertilized egg three days after the Reincarnation time!

The result of reporting to General Liu was that he was met with rampant mockery from the other party.

“Haha, you're finished!”

Clearly, General Liu knew what was happening behind the scenes, but given the situation, he couldn't send any support, wouldn't give him a single bit of information, and was even very happy to watch the monkey squirm.

“The Three-Leaf Clover Group Branch offended a powerful being, and the Liang City Military System is well aware of it. And our dear Branch's expert team, these pigs, only just found out!”

Leng Yue's eyes were ruthless, and he once again crushed the specially made silver phone in his hand, having no hope for those three pigs in the Branch office.

The only effect of contacting those three pigs was that it cured his low blood pressure.

The headquarters might also know something about this, which is why they were evasive; otherwise, they wouldn't have told him to hold on for three days.

Hold on for three days in the hands of a powerful being?

My fiery horse! [W-R-N-D-M]!

If I could hold on for three days in the hands of a powerful being, would I still be called Leng Yue?

I'm your Leng-daddy!

Leng Yue's face was grim as he sat in the CEO's office, his Mental Energy continuously scanning his surroundings, annihilating all potential problems.

Leng Yue didn't know where the problem lay, or with whom.

However, he could only try every possible way to break the situation.

But, so far, he still couldn't find any hope of breaking the situation.

Leng Yue's face was somber: “I've been abandoned, this place has been abandoned, and so have those three pigs.”

The difference is, I already know I've been abandoned.

Those three pigs probably don't know that headquarters can no longer send anyone to protect them.

They offended a powerful being.

This was the Three-Leaf Clover Group's worst move.

Leng Yue still didn't know what idiotic thing this Branch had done to provoke a powerful being to personally deal with them.

If he could, Leng Yue would now want to immediately kneel at the powerful being's feet, kissing his toes, telling him that he was his most loyal dog, and that the Three-Leaf Clover Group was nothing but a clown.

But the reality was, he had used his Mental Energy to connect with heaven and earth and released countless Spell messages, but the powerful being had never acknowledged him once.

Leng Yue took a deep breath, clasped his hands to form a Spell seal, preparing to continue subtly releasing information, lest the people below know that he had already betrayed them.

What? Loyalty to the Three-Leaf Clover Group?

How much money did it give me? Enough to make me risk my life?

...

Tang Gao and Violent Justice, the Alchemist stood on the street, all looking up at the strange and colorful lights in the sky.

They couldn't see it before, but after obtaining the Divine Artifact, a very peculiar perspective seemed to have opened up, allowing them to see some Spell fluctuations, just like wearing tactical goggles.

Tang Gao scratched his head: “Has this world always been so exciting? Can Cultivators see the aurora when they look up at night?”

Violent Justice stroked his chin: “Do you think this might be some kind of signal? It's quite regular.”

The Alchemist snapped his fingers, a brilliant smile on his face: “I think you're right, Violent Justice, but do you know how to translate it?”

Violent Justice shook his head: “I'm just a three-day-old child; how could I understand such complex information?”

The Alchemist looked at him like he was an idiot: “Then why are you talking nonsense? Go level up.”

Even if it's some kind of signal, if we don't know how to translate it, how much difference is there from not understanding it at all?

Tang Gao stopped Violent Justice and said seriously: “When you act, try to start with those Mortal evildoers first; don't harm innocent people.”

Violent Justice showed a mouthful of white teeth: “I understand. The biggest difference between humans and demons is that humans have rules.”

The Alchemist shrugged: “Don't worry, my lord, we have plenty of time. There's no need to lower our moral bottom line for this.”

Tang Gao tutted: “Mainly, even though we still have first-stage combat power, our cultivation is too low. Let's fight some small monsters to level up first, and then deal with those Cultivators.

The main thing is that Cultivators retain memories. I'm afraid that killing the small ones will make Leng Yue notice us.

In the previous Reincarnations, I was very careful to reset in a random order so that he wouldn't think of us for a short time.

But this trick won't delay him for too long; he'll eventually track us down.”

Leng Yue couldn't find clues for a short time, but he wasn't an idiot.

An idiot wouldn't Cultivate to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Violent Justice directly activated his disguise skill, transforming into a young man in work clothes, with a gentle smile: “My lord, how do you like my disguise skill? I'll synchronize it for both of you.”

[Disguise Skill (First Stage, Level 8)]

Tang Gao gave a thumbs up and readily accepted: “Brother Violent, awesome!”

Goodness, as expected of a hardcore gamer, this disguise skill never stopped, did it?

The Alchemist clicked his tongue, cupped his fists, and accepted the skill: “Brother Violent, I won't say anything else, just kowtow to me, and I'll thank you!”

Violent Justice turned to look at the Alchemist, a question mark floating above his head: “?”

Are you crazy?

What do you mean, I kowtow to you?

With this skill, as long as they don't cause trouble, concealing themselves from a Late Stage second-stage Cultivator is not a problem.

As long as they don't dance in front of a third-stage Cultivator, it's fine.

“Alright, let's begin. If you encounter any problems, just speak into the microphone in the System chat room.”

“Charge, charge, charge!

...

It feels like there are fewer people today? Not many comments, not many requests for more chapters...

Still asking for gifts.

Hey, I'm serious about asking for gifts!