All I can feel is regret...

My eyes were hot, and my vision was blurred by the tears that were falling down. I was disgusted that I couldn't even overcome such a simple difficulty, and I couldn't wait to prove my amends.

Returning to the blocked simulation scene, the frail young man knelt on the ground and lost his voice in tears.

There was no accusation, no consolation out of affection. Recalling Fangran’s heartfelt encouragement just now, Jota gritted his teeth tightly, slowly wiped away his tears, and stood up with all his strength, even with his fingers.

He stared at the blocked door of the basement with red eyes and strode away, as if venting his anger.

Break down all the obstacles!

The unsteady breathing that he had just stopped crying made him still trembling, but he gritted his teeth and clenched his palms, and Jota walked outside step by step, shouting at himself hoarsely in his heart,

Show me courage! Show me courage! You coward!

You just promised Fangran that you would help him next time!!

After opening the door to the stairway, he had never felt that his thinking was so clear for a moment. Jotta's wide eyes scanned the interior of the building on the ground floor, including trademarks, dates, billboards, store numbers, and product names...

A large amount of information entered the brain in an instant, and analysis and extraction directly determined his location.

This is Clapham...I'm going to Greenwich...the Observatory...

Using only the memory in the viewing room, he directly constructed a huge virtual map of London in his mind, determined the shortest route and several kinds of backup information, Jota took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Then at this moment,

As if sensing his aura, a black shadow broke through the door and rushed towards him!

Fear, panic, fear, helplessness, fright...all kinds of feelings still hit me again,

But this time,

Even though his wrist was shaking, Yota pulled out the energy gun given to him by the young master, gritted his teeth in surprise and pulled the trigger.

But the tall black figure with twisted palms attacked first,

The unknown ability destroyed the energy system and disabled threatening weapons!

Only then did I see clearly that this was a numbered monster with huge slash marks on its body. It was a black humanoid with only two eyes, like the most terrifying nightmare in a nightmare.

Before, I would have been too scared to move at this time.

The moment the black humanoid rushed towards him, his will defeated his fear. The energy weapon, which had been system-destroyed, suddenly lit up and restarted.

Components, logic, numerical values...a series of calculations were completed instantly in his mind. With the ability activated as a substitute system, Jota gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger again!

The energy ray shot out and penetrated the black humanoid number again!

At the cost of energy value, giving one's own brain the ability to even exceed the computing power of a technological terminal, this will probably make countless technological people treat them as rare prey.

Just like those adults who wanted to use themselves to make money when they were young, Jota was always afraid of them and carefully hid them.

only....

His eyes widened and every part of his body felt weak, but he stood up tremblingly and kept pulling the trigger on the monster in front of him until it was completely annihilated.

Jotta slowly and calmly shook his head and took a step back, then took a deep breath and walked towards the door with trembling eyes...

From this moment on, he decided to change.

...

...

A street somewhere in South London, near the Thames.

The figure is alone, walking in the yellow mist as if taking a walk. The black suit is neat and tidy, without a hat. The handsome and gentle face has the unique charm of a mature man, which makes people feel good and relieved.

Click...

Suddenly, strange footsteps sounded in the yellow mist in front of me. The visibility of one meter was not enough to see clearly, but the information on the system interface popped up directly!

[Target description: b-24 is a collection of -[DATA EXPUNGED]-. Through criminal behavior-[DATA EXPUNGED]-this phenomenon was born, and it continues due to cognitive madness and the pleasure of killing...]

Different from those numbers in the periphery that escaped heavy damage, the one standing in the yellow mist in front of them at this moment is a B-class number with intact strength, and one of the top thirty in terms of ability!

But the next second the scene shattered!

The moment the space shattered and collapsed like glass, the dark annihilation of the numbered monster disappeared, and the figure in the suit stood in its place as if it teleported forward.

But the footsteps suddenly sounded again, still coming from in front of me!

Sure enough, the first numbered monster appeared in the simulation scene a few days ago, and the number has been increasing...

Thinking about this, his expression was slightly stunned, but he was only slightly surprised for a second. The magician sighed and laughed. He did not continue to activate his ability and looked at the yellow mist in front. He chuckled with a gentle and magnetic voice:

"Uncle Qing, you are back."

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that..."

In the thick yellow mist, the uncle was called by the magician in a junior tone, and slowly walked out, the uncle's unkempt and casual figure.

When he heard him say this, the magician just smiled.

"You stubborn boy."

Seeing that he was still responding like this, just like how he looked in the bamboo forest back then, the uncle smiled helplessly, then looked at the slowly dying B-24 and smacked his tongue slightly.

"Tsk...I was still thinking of waiting for it to reveal its flaws and clean it up, but I didn't expect that you kid would beat me to it. Sure enough, in this world, it still depends on the young people..."

"You are still young."

The magician followed behind him and answered with a gentle smile, which made the uncle smile very much.

"Stop it."

Two figures were walking on the street where nothing could be seen, covered in yellow mist. They obviously looked similar in age, but one behind the other, the first impression always made people instinctively think that they were young people and their elders.

Peers.

"Uncle Qing, haven't you found Qing Ning yet?"

"Oh... no, that little girl ran away somewhere. She can't feel her breath. This yellow mist is still as annoying as before."

Following the uncle and asking, the magician was slightly surprised when he heard his headache-inducing words.

"Do you know the source of this yellow mist?"

"Well, there was a troublesome guy from our era. He now calls himself... a sage? Haha, I didn't expect him to be on that side too..."

Hearing the uncle say an unexpected name, the magician looked at the thick yellow fog in front of him, covering the buildings and the sky, sealing off the interior of the scene as if it were sinking to the bottom of the sea.

After a slight silence, he finally looked at the figure in front of him and spoke softly:

"Uncle Qing, what do the associations want to gain by doing this?"

After waking up, he learned about the situation after the B-class battle and the blockade that had not been released for more than ten days. He no longer had to think about the mastermind of such a grand plan.

Association.

This behemoth is always regarded by the participants as opposite to the Nightless Palace, which symbolizes order. Magicians always feel that it is not as simple as the world thinks.

"Haha, this is something that a math teacher like me can know..."

But when the magician asked this, the uncle just smiled casually.

"but..."

Then the figure lengthened in steps and memories, he raised his head slightly and his voice was soft and lost in thought, as if looking through the yellow mist at the past when he was still the night watchman with Qing Feng in his hand.

"Just like the Night Palace has long been engaged in the development of things like 'White Wings', the association may have the same purpose in the end."

"As the times progress, there will always be people pushing forward. The only difference is that the concepts and methods are different."

His eyes froze for a moment, the magician looked at the uncle's advancing back,

For a moment, I couldn't understand the meaning of his words.

However, before the magician could think about the meaning of these words, he saw the uncle turn around and smile lightly at him, haha, his casual look seemed to have turned back into the middle-aged teacher he usually was.

"Hi! It's okay, don't worry. Even if this incident is out of control, the most that the gentleman will do is send your master to take action."

Patting the magician on the shoulder, it was still the same as before. A rather dated wine gourd appeared in the uncle's hand. He took a hearty sip and wiped the corners of his mouth, chuckling with great conviction:

"As long as that gentleman doesn't allow it, no one can change the world."

The magician, who had always been mature and steady, was now like an ignorant child, looking at his elders and curiously asking:

"Midnight, are you still keeping watch this time?"

"After all, the rules are like this. You can't intervene until it endangers the real world. That's what I say, but..."

The figure of the uncle carrying the wine gourd seemed to be remembering someone's grin:

"That guy who likes to meddle in other people's business has probably been involved secretly for a long time."

When he heard this sentence, he was slightly startled, and then he quickly remembered the figure of Uncle Jean who used this tone. The magician remembered that he was an elder from the Bamboo Forest Shrine who always loved to travel around the world.

"Speaking of which, are you... ready...?"

Lifting the wine gourd, the uncle glanced at the magician's "empty" waist with a somewhat relieved smile as an elder.

Let the magician smile humbly, then raise his eyes to look at the yellow mist on one side,
To be continued...