Chapter 411: First World Line

Lu Yizhan sat in the cafeteria for an hour with his cheeks flushed, his mind filled with Fang Dian smiling softly, pursing his cigarette and exhaling a puff of smoke, and then in the afternoon when he went for his interview, he gave himself a simple primping and a formal-looking back, and then...

The interviewer was not Fang Dian.

Lu Yizhan could barely contain himself from seeing the big, burly interviewer slump his shoulders in disappointment and sigh inwardly.

The interviewer, Dong Chenglong, is a member of the [Cross Judgement Army] on assault duty, armed with a pair of meteor hammers said to weigh a ton and a half, standing at 2.21m tall, with a body so strong that he could run a horse on his biceps, his eyes glaring at everyone and his hair spreading out in all directions like a resounding sunflower.

When Dong Chenglong was an instructor during the training sessions, he often complained in private that he had hyperthyroidism and his eyes were so bulging.

...... It's not even close to Team Fang ......

Dong Chenglong gave Lu Yizhan a nod and gestured for him to come forward, "I'm taking all the newcomers this year, come up and introduce yourself."

Lu Yizhan introduced himself with a sad expression: "Hello, my name is Lu Yizhan, I am eighteen years old, I am interested in Buming, and I am subject to transfer."

"No spirit!" Dong Chenglong frowned at the sight of Lu Yizhan, who had entered with his shoulders crossed, then looked down at Lu Yizhan's file with a subtle change in his eyes, and then looked up at the downcast Lu Yizhan.

The trainee, Lu Yizhan, had a mediocre record in previous training sessions, but there was something strange about that mediocrity.

For example, if you pass a shooting class with a score of 80, this Lu Yizhan will basically maintain a grade in the 80-85 range each time, and if you pass a heresy information recording class with a score of 85, this Lu Yizhan will maintain a grade in the 85-90 range.

All subjects fluctuated by five points or less, except for the actual vs. Heresy training session, where Lu Yizhan's score fluctuated a little more.

The results are incredibly consistent.

The highest combined trainee this year is Cen Buming, who has gone to the second team, and he hasn't even been that consistent, more or less missing out.

Dong Chenglong put his hands together on the table and looked solemnly at Lu Yizhan across the table: "I see that your grades are average, but you came first in this year's written exam, with a perfect score, two points higher than Cen Buming, who had the highest overall score before."

Lu Yizhan scratched his head and giggled, "Good luck, instructor."

"I believe I can get a 98 with luck." Dong Chenglong's eyes were rounded as he tapped his fingers on the table twice and questioned, "Lucky enough to get a perfect score? Put away your little smarts Lu Yizhan, why do you usually pretend to have average grades?"

"I don't suppose there's anything here at the Bureau of Heresy Processing that forces you to hide your clumsiness?"

"No no!" Lu Yizhan quickly shook his head and waved his hands in denial.

The captains in the Heretic's Bureau were all very level headed, so he actually expected to be seen, and was not embarrassed to be seen now. After thinking about it, Lu Yizhan replied seriously, "But, the Heretic's Bureau doesn't need me to be very good either, does it?"

Dong Chenglong was stunned.

Lu Yizhan smiled, "There are already enough good people, so a loser like me, who is just a little smart, has no ambition, no goals and no desire to save the world, should just be an ordinary person and give more space to people like Cen Buming who really have big aspirations."

Dong Chenglong looked at Lu Yizhan for a long time, then lifted the large seal next to him and stamped it on Lu Yizhan's file: "The interview was not approved."

"A detachment doesn't need ordinary people."

Dong Chenglong's tone rose to a fury as he slapped the table and rose to his feet with such force that the floor shook.

"Anyone who can stay in a team, even if they are just a loser, must give me the awareness to save the world!"

Lu Yizhan jumped at the tap, and as he glanced over his shoulder at the huge [not approved] red stamp stamped on his file on the desk, he sighed inwardly, but also rose with great acceptance, took his file and bowed to Dong Chenglong, thanking him.

"Thank you for the instructor's guidance, I will take the initiative to go to the third team of the logistics team."

Dong Chenglong looks deeply at Lu Yizhan: "Only in a world where God does not exist are there ordinary people."

"In a world that can be turned upside down at any moment, there are only heretics and those who fight them, there is no place for ordinary people."

"One day, one will regret one's inaction, Lu Yizhan ."

Lu Yizhan waved goodbye unmoved, thinking calmly in his mind -

--Then let's wait for that day to come.

But that day came much sooner than Lu Yizhan expected.

Lu Yizhan, who was staying at the third detachment, was opening the warehouses one by one to clear them of heretics, and after clearing one covered in slime, Lu Yizhan came out shaking his hands and saw people running through the corridors in panic, talking loudly.

"What is dried rose leaf gas?!"

"None of the men from the second detachment who went there have returned!"

"The large force of the Cross Judgement Army has not returned from their field trip and now there is no way out, it will have to rotate to the three detachments to cover!"

"Oh my God, I'm not ready to go out in the field, we're not going to die ......"

Fear creeps in among all.

Lu Yizhan, the heretical warehouse cleaner, was hastily transferred in this case to the impromptu squad that was to go into battle.

The team consisted of fifty-three men, seven of whom were drawn from the three detachments, among them Lu Yizhan, and the man who led the team -

-- is Dong Chenglong.

This man, dressed in a bulging, muscular uniform of the Heretic's Authority, scowled angrily at everyone as he clasped his arms across his chest, giving a great sense of oppression and -

--sense of security.

Lu Yizhan clearly heard the three team members next to him rubbing their hearts with a long sigh of relief, "What? So it's Instructor Dong from the [Cross Judgement Army] leading the team, so it's okay."

Dong Chenglong ordered in a deep, medium voice: "A group from the second detachment has encountered a special heresy in a perfume factory. By the time they discovered it, the perfume heresy had already spread on a large scale throughout the city."

" The Cen Buming crew risked their lives investigating the possibility that the heretic's weakness might be linked to something buried beneath the field of roses in front of the perfume factory, and at that point, contact between them and us was completely broken."

Dong Chenglong's eyes were rounded, "Our mission this time has three points-"

"Firstly, to house the heretic, Rose Dried Leafwas."

"Secondly, bring back the whole of the second detachment of the regiment."

"Last but not least -" Dong Chenglong yelled out, "whatever happens, come back alive, you hear me! "

Everyone replied loudly, "I hear you, instructor!"

Dong Chenglong yelled even louder: "No spirit! Speak louder! Do you hear me!"

Everyone took a deep breath and hissed, "I hear you-!!!"

It was already night when we arrived outside the perfume factory.

The perfume factory was shrouded in a rose-coloured haze, and everyone, wearing breathing masks and carrying more than two oxygen tanks, marched carefully through the flower fields, afraid of alerting the people in the perfume factory and of inhaling the bizarre perfume fumes.

The men of the third detachment, to which Lu Yizhan was transferred, had the easier task of not digging up heretics in the flower fields, but going around the perfume factory in search of the men of the second detachment regiment who had disappeared.

It was a simple enough task, but under Lu Yizhan's intense search, the whereabouts of the men of the Second Regiment, deduced from the clues he found, became increasingly strange - he discovered that the men of the Second Regiment had most likely been captured inside the perfume factory.

Contacting Lu Yizhan for clues about the scent paper, he began to have a bad feeling.

These members of the team, wouldn't have been taken in to make ...... the so-called fragrance testing paper, would they?

Lu Yizhan calmly stopped his search and used the intercom to contact Dong Chenglong who was housing the heretics: " Team Dong, we are now at the outer entrance of the perfume factory, we suspect that the people from the second detachment may be in the basement, imprisoned by the people in the perfume factory, should we continue the search? "

A stern voice soon came from there, "Stop searching and wait for me to come."

But before Dong Chenglong's voice could drop, the slow, unhurried footsteps of leather boots and a man's slightly smiling voice came from the entrance: "It's not very nice to come uninvited to someone's factory at this late hour, is it?"

Lu Yizhan took an alert half-step back as he saw a writhing, limb- and head-covered creature oozing birth fluids in the darkened entrance, respectfully carrying a paraffin lamp with its tentacles to light the man's way ahead.

The monster carrying the lamp is wearing a factory uniform and has a sign pinned to his chest that reads [Generation Director of the Rose Perfume Factory].

The man's face slowly emerged into the light, his long hair tied loosely in a low ponytail and hanging down at his waist, properly dressed in a long black trench coat, a long black bone whip appearing in his hand at some point, his dark eyes slightly curved in a smile, the dim light of a paraffin lamp reflected in them.

Lu Yizhan stepped back cautiously while diverting the man's attention, "You're not from here either, are you? Aren't you a guest here just like us?"

The man smiled up, "Me? I'm not uninvited, I'm a guest of the factory manager."

The monster-shaped factory manager rubbed the two tentacles on his chest and hemmed and hawed with the seven or eight mouths of who knows who that had sprouted from his face, "Yes, Mr Bai six is my honoured guest."

"If I hadn't happened to pick up what Mr Bai six had left in the harbour and planted it in my rose fields, my fields wouldn't have grown such beautiful roses, I wouldn't have been able to make such good perfume and the factory wouldn't have been able to run."

The creature's face was dripping mucus, and his laughter was getting weirder and weirder: "I had to invite Mr Bai six over to thank him for doing me such a big favour."

"Personally, I'm not a big fan of the deal." Bai six smiles, his smile obscure in the dim light Buming, "but the world does seem a bit boring."

"It seems good to end it for good in this way."

Bai six said, dropping her eyes and gently waving a finger in the air.

Lu Yizhan's pupils flinched and he immediately turned around with a stern warning, "Protect the oxygen tanks and masks!"

But it's over.

Except for Lu Yizhan, who was quick to protect the one oxygen tank on his back, the rest of the men's tanks were all wrapped around the thorny tentacles, shrinking inwards in a circle as the tanks began to deflate, the edges hissing with gas leaks, and the rose-coloured perfume fumes instantly poured back into the masks.

In barely a breath, the pupils of the other six men, except Lu Yizhan, emerged as roses, and their eyes fell to their knees in disbelief.

Lu Yizhan jumped back twice quickly to avoid the constant stream of thorns coming up from the ground, gritted his teeth and gasped at the dimly lit face of Bai six, then took out his communicator: " Team Dong! There are Buming people here! Team 3 has failed in their mission to save the members of Team 2..."

No sooner had he spoken than a sledgehammer brushed past his side and came thundering down on Bai six, who was standing at the entrance, and a thick, angry male voice snapped out a rebuke, "No spirit-!"

"- No aborting the mission before the lead man has arrived!"

Bai six moved deftly to dodge the sledgehammer, which struck the factory manager's head hard enough to reduce him to a pile of bits and writhing flesh as he screamed.

Dong Chenglong stood in front of Lu Yizhan with his legs apart in a kind of horse stance, holding an unconscious Cen Buming in his left arm, then tossed the Cen Buming to the Lu Yizhan next to him, dragged the thrown sledgehammer back with both hands, straightened his back and looked sternly at the Bai six standing at the entrance. He straightened his back and looked at Bai six standing at the entrance and bellowed, "Bai six--!"

Bai six smiled politely, " Captain Dong, it's been a long time, you're still in good spirits."

Without saying a word, Dong Chenglong was about to fling the retrieved pair of sledgehammers at him again when Bai six suddenly reached out to his left, and in the light of the paraffin lamp that had fallen to the ground, there was a heart beating in his glove.

He smiled and looked at Dong Chenglong: " Team Dong, this is the heretic at the heart of the rose perfume you are looking for, if you smash your weapon over now then this heart will shatter with me."

"-and then that moment, the world would be tainted by the rich rose-scented water flowing from this heart."

Dong Chenglong paused in his lifting of the sledgehammer, he lowered it and glared angrily at Bai six: "What game are you playing this time?"

Bai six laughed a little: " Team Dong already knows my style well."

"You have two choices, the first, you eat this heart and let all the rose thorns wear into your body, using your own body as a receptacle for this heresy."

"Second option -" Bai six looked over at Lu Yizhan who was staying next to him and he smiled, "is to let the little player next to you swallow it."

"My personal advice is to let that junior member swallow, because you are the main attacker of the [Cross Judgement Army] and are far more valuable than that junior member, and if you just die and become a vessel-"

Bai six shook his head as if pitying Dong Chenglong: "- your captain, Fang Dian, who is fighting another heretic I placed, will have a hard time against me in the future, as she has no main attacker left. "

"I'm sure your little team member feels the same way." Bai six smiled at Lu Yizhan who kept his head down and didn't say a word, "Letting this ordinary junior team member die here might be the most productive use of his time for you."

Lu Yizhan clenched his fist, he was running out of oxygen behind him, if he kept going he and Dong Chenglong would both die here.

This Bai six is quite right, an ordinary member of the team like him would have been a most valuable contribution to the Heretic Authority to die in this way.

A main attacker of the [Judgemental Army of the Right Cross] and a caretaker of the third detachment, any fool knows how to choose.

Lu Yizhan slowly got to his feet before he was heavily pinned down by Dong Chenglong with a slap.

Dong Chenglong looked hale and hearty at Bai six, wheeled his hammer and ran over to him, snatched the heart from Bai six's hand, tilted his head and swallowed it in one gulp, rolling his throat a little to swallow the heart, and then, while beating the sledgehammer over, he hissed: "I've finished! "

Bai six laughed up, "What a ...... surprising choice."

His shadow and voice disappeared into the rose-coloured smoke the moment he was hit by the sledgehammer.

The thorns burst out from beneath the ground and wrapped themselves around Dong Chenglong's ankles, pulling him back and preventing him from moving. The thorns emerge from beneath the ground, hovering in the air and aiming their sharp heads at Dong Chenglong on the ground, then falling down like a million arrows aimed at him.

Lu Yizhan's pupils shrink to a tiny dot, his face is covered in Dong Chenglong's splattered blood, and his oxygen tank is nearing the bottom as he breathes heavily.

Dong Chenglong was nailed to the ground by a million arrows of thorns, dying as they criss-crossed through him, his broad, bloody palms removing his own face mask and inserting his own oxygen bottle into Lu Yizhan's.

"Why ......" Lu Yizhan asked with a blank expression, "am I just a ...... worthless common ...... waste."

Dong Chenglong lifted his blood-stained face, his eyes, which were always full of anger, became unfocused, and he said in one word.

"...... The only value of our existence is so that you, one day, will have the freedom to choose to be ordinary people."

"Now--"

Dong Chenglong roared out of his chest with his last breath, "- Run like a normal person under my protection, Lu Yizhan!

"Use all your spirit and run away like a wreck!!!"