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Amidst the high-level bounty mission, a notification from the Military Department echoed in his ears, indicating an increase in reputation and a corresponding reward.
"This dungeon is fraught with danger and nearly led to irreversible consequences. The logistics department will negotiate appropriate compensation; please hold on for a moment."
Just then, a phone call came through. Qin Yu smiled at Lin Han, signaling him to answer the call. Lin Han raised an eyebrow but complied.
Once the call connected, there was a moment of silence. Just as Lin Han was about to hang up, an elderly voice, somewhat somber, came through.
"Young man, you've worked hard."
"Who are you?" Lin Han asked.
"Did Xiao Qin not tell you? Ah, it’s nothing; you’ll find out sooner or later. This mission was assigned without proper investigation from above. I apologize on their behalf. To be frank, your growth has been quite extraordinary. Sometimes I wonder if someone or some organization is assisting you from behind."
Listening to the elderly man's frail voice on the other end, Lin Han felt a mix of fatigue and silence.
"Of course, I've looked into you as well. Don’t take it personally; this is standard procedure when dealing with our Military Department. You’re remarkably clean—almost too clean. You didn’t show much intelligence even before your awakening. A Dual-Class Talent, under twenty with contracts for three Beasts, along with those intriguing items… you are quite the mysterious child."
The old man seemed pleased but suddenly his tone shifted to seriousness.
"However, isn’t your brilliance a bit too pronounced? Young man, you must understand that 'a tree that stands out will be felled by the wind.' Learn to temper your brilliance and practice restraint; this is your path."
"Sir—"
"I’ve said all I needed to say. Let Xiao Qin take you away. When the time comes, you will meet me."
The elderly man's words were resolute before he broke into a fit of coughs and hung up the phone.
Lin Han set down the device, confusion etched on his face. He didn’t even know who that person was; Zao Hua Yan couldn’t reveal anything over the phone either. It felt absurd to have his past exposed without warning and then receive a lecture.
"Is this how people behave?" he muttered.
Qin Yu watched Lin Han's darkening expression and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Don't look at me; it's the old man's intention. He's just like that, used to it."
"I understand."
Lin Han wasn't angry. He followed Qin Yu, step by step, out of the hall under everyone's watchful eyes. Along the way, Qin Yu kept questioning him about the details of the Dungeon, but Lin Han continuously deflected, skillfully dodging the inquiries.
Meanwhile, in Li Province, a clock chimed, its sound echoing through the air. A faint scent of blood lingered in the atmosphere.
Inside a church, empty pews were neatly arranged. A stone statue bound to a cross was stained with red blood. The place was eerily silent.
As one's gaze gradually moved upward, hundreds of red crosses of various sizes quietly lined the walls. However, upon closer inspection, one would be horrified to realize that these were not mere crosses. They were the severed halves of Clerics.
Their heads and hands were nailed firmly to the wall, their eyes gouged out. Their arms were raised as blood flowed down the walls, dark red streams gradually tracing perfect crosses along the surface.
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