282: The first person in the world to suffer pain and happiness

Once on the plane, it was the same two Black-Clad Men, two transvestite flight attendants, and four crew members as before.

However, each of the two Black-Clad Men carried a black leather briefcase, which looked both noble and mysterious.

The eight people, seeing the Cult Leader and Pan Han board the plane, immediately bowed collectively to welcome them.

"From now on, he will be your new Cult Leader; this bow should be directed at him," the Cult Leader said with a gentle smile, as soft as water, looking at everyone.

Upon hearing this, everyone bowed deeply to Pan Han.

The two Black-Clad Men's movements were even more exaggerated; their heads almost touched their thighs.

They felt a bit uneasy, as they hadn't been particularly friendly to Pan Han before, and they wondered if the new Cult Leader would find an opportunity to deal with them.

Pan Han gestured for everyone to relax and return to their work stations.

The two Black-Clad Men guided the two to their seats, then placed the black briefcases beside the Cult Leader.

Half an hour later, the Gulfstream private jet ascended to the stratosphere, entering a stable flight state.

At this point, the Cult Leader picked up one of the black briefcases, handed it to Pan Han, and said, "This contains all the confidential information of our Knight Order, including its development history, existing industries, personnel, various deployments, and so on. Take your time to understand it."

Pan Han received it with both hands, and his spiritual sense probed it, discovering a tablet computer and a mobile phone inside.

"After you've finished reading, you can use this phone to contact A Huang, and he will help you with the subsequent procedures."

"Alright, A Hui," Pan Han said. He wasn't interested in the subsequent procedures, but he was very interested in the Knight Order's secrets.

A 500-year-old organization must have many interesting stories.

"This box contains a golden staff," the Cult Leader suddenly said, winking at Pan Han.

"A golden staff? Is this a symbol of power?" Pan Han immediately opened the box, and inside lay a foot-long golden rod.

It was covered with dragons, had a spherical base, and a small crown at the top, inlaid with 10 gemstones.

"That's right, this staff symbolizes the Cult Leader's authority. But don't take it too seriously. Power never relies on such things; a staff is only useful if you have strength," the Cult Leader explained patiently to Pan Han, pointing at the staff.

"Understood. There's no invincible Dragon-Slaying Saber in this world, only an invincible hero."

"Exactly! So, you can just play with this staff. If your table ever breaks, it's not bad as a temporary stand. Hehe!"

Pan Han saw how relaxed the Cult Leader was and knew that he had completely let go.

One might ask, after leading an assassin organization for hundreds of years, developing in the shadows, could he be as carefree as the Cult Leader?

"Alas, what a pity! I'll have to spend 12 hours on the plane, and after returning to the country, I can only stay for half a day," the Cult Leader said, looking at the clouds outside the window, suddenly falling into sadness.

He thought of his parents. Before leaving his homeland, he had secretly returned to see them once, left some money, and then departed.

Hundreds of years had passed in a blink, and he had never returned.

Thirty years ago, he entrusted someone to search for his roots in his hometown, but there was no news.

Over the centuries, wars had been constant, and the small village had long since changed beyond recognition; the villagers had changed several times over.

This return to the country was, in fact, the Cult Leader's desire to die in his homeland, to be buried in his native soil, and to plant a small tree.

"A Hui, do you know if there are other people in this world like us?" Pan Han leaned closer to him, casually blocking the hearing of the Black-Clad Men and the flight attendants.

"No. I've searched for hundreds of years and only found you," the Cult Leader shook his head.

"Could it be that only one binder can exist at a time in this world?"

"Perhaps."

"Have you thought about why the system does this?"

"I suspect that bound individuals carry a mission, but I have no evidence."

"I think so too," Pan Han said, looking at the Cult Leader and pointing to his own head, "I've asked it several times, but it won't tell me."

"My system never talks to me. It disappeared for hundreds of years after binding, and only recently did it inform me when I would die."

"It's possible I'll follow in your footsteps too."

"For people like us, destiny is no longer in our own hands," the Cult Leader said, looking at Pan Han meaningfully.

Pan Han nodded; he generally understood what the Cult Leader meant.

Even if the system suddenly left him now, his life trajectory would be completely altered, not what he had planned before.

It's like, you're eating hotpot and singing a song, and suddenly you're robbed by bandits; you either lose your life or your money, but you'll lose something anyway.

However, currently, Pan Han seems very satisfied with his state; it's no exaggeration to say that he is the most amazing young person on the entire Blue Star.

"I still don't know what your system is exactly. Can you tell me?" the Cult Leader interrupted Pan Han's thoughts and asked.

"I can travel to another world and I also have an Different Space (different dimension)," Pan Han whispered.

"Holy crap, that sounds much more awesome than mine!" The Cult Leader's expression became serious, as if he instantly transformed into a young man, full of curiosity and interest in everything unknown.

"That world is in an apocalypse, full of zombies and mutated monsters. I have a small base there," Pan Han knew there was only one other like him in this world and didn't mind telling him more.

As the saying goes, when fellow villagers meet, tears well up in their eyes.

"Then if you transport supplies from here, wouldn't you be incredibly powerful there?"

"Precisely. And over there, there's an inexhaustible supply of gold. I often transport it back to exchange for money."

"No wonder you suddenly became rich; so you were transporting gold from over there."

"Yes! The space is infinitely large anyway, so I can load whatever I want."

"Can you put me in your space and take me to the apocalypse to see it? I've never touched a zombie before."

"No, this space cannot hold living beings; you'd die immediately if you went in. But I'll think of a way to transport some things over," Pan Han quickly stopped the Cult Leader's idea, wanting him to live as long as possible.

"Alright, actually, I wanted to see another world. But with the Knight Order, you can transport all the useful supplies from our Blue Star over there. Like weapons."

"Mm. I wanted to get weapons in Somalia before."

"Can our weapons here be used there?"

"They absolutely can. If I brought 1,000 tanks over, I estimate I could sweep across tens of millions of square kilometers."

"Holy crap, your system, kid, is much more fun than mine! Hahaha! You little bastard, you got lucky!" The Cult Leader looked at Pan Han kindly, his eyes, spanning centuries and piercing the universe, marveling at the wonder of life.

"A Hui, what's it like to have your wounds heal rapidly?" Pan Han suddenly thought that his own healing speed was also very fast.

"It feels like crap, it hurts! It's just that the wounds visibly shrink rapidly. But the pain is also doubled. What would normally hurt for half a month now hurts for half a minute. Just imagine that." At this point, the Cult Leader's facial muscles couldn't help but twitch, likely recalling his past injuries.

"Haha, your system is really messed up!" For some reason, Pan Han couldn't help but laugh out loud after hearing it. Although it was impolite, he really couldn't hold it in.

"Damn it, every time I heal a wound, I curse the system, haha!" The Cult Leader also burst into laughter; he must be the world's first person to be in pain and yet happy!

...

The two of them talked about the system all the way, and time flew by quickly.

Soon, the plane began to descend. The Cult Leader looked out the window; his long-cherished homeland had finally arrived!