Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

Wen Yu discussed some issues regarding Tang Haofei with Fran, and with the transaction completed, there was no need for Wen Yu to stay here any longer.

He greeted Fran, took a look at the sleeping Rahal, and then stepped off the plane. Watching the plane take off and gradually disappear into the distance, Wen Yu found a clean spot to sit, taking out the three skill scrolls Fran had given him.

Activating the Soul Battlefield, Wen Yu, in a Soul Leave Body state, tore down the Pitch-dark Suction skill and replaced it with the Pitch-dark Dominator (SSS-Class, Passive Skill) and then took out the Blood and Flesh Balance Scale (Species-specific Esoteric Level, Active Skills).

This ability seemed ordinary in effect, and Wen Yu estimated its practical use would also be average—something quite low-end even among the Esoteric Levels.

He then looked at the five skills on Cyclops—Ultra Mortal Combat, Blood and Flesh Badge, Flames of Tyranny, Great Feast, and Destruction.

One Esoteric Level, one SSS-Class, two S-Class, one S-Class—with Ultra Mortal Combat as the core, Great Feast as a Limit Breakthrough Level ability, Blood and Flesh Badge for defense, Destruction as support recovery, and Flames of Tyranny as auxiliary attack means, it’s considered well-rounded and balanced, and Wen Yu thought it would be a waste to discard any of them.

After deliberating for a long time, Wen Yu decided to hold onto the Blood and Flesh Balance Scale ability.

Just like Wen Yu’s thoughts on Guanshan, this ability could still be considered when Cyclops reached Level 6 and generated the sixth skill.

In other words, this transaction did not bring Wen Yu an obvious boost apart from gaining a Pitch-dark Dominator (SSS-Class, Passive Skill)—on the one hand, the items from the military weren’t particularly outstanding this time, but on the other hand, Wen Yu’s strength had accumulated to a certain height, and regular skills could no longer catch Wen Yu’s eye.

After briefly organizing his gains, Wen Yu stood up, initiated the 3rd Soul Realm, recalled Star back into the Soul Realm space, and then his body turned into a black light, flying again towards India.

...

”Bang!”

The violent sound of things being smashed in the room startled the guards at Dirang’s office door. At this moment, Dirang seemed like a volcano about to erupt, and even a slight mishap could ignite the whole rebel forces headquarters with Dirang’s anger.

”Where’s Rahal? Where’s Rahal! How can a living person just disappear like that?”

”Dirang, calm down!”

Another pleasant female voice chimed in.

”I can’t calm down! Find him! Go find him!”

The room fell silent for a moment.

”I’m talking to you! Go find him! Go!!! What are you standing around for?”

”Bang.”

The old door swung open from inside, and a group of poorly dressed rebels staggered out of the room, with a few of them still having crimson blood stains and handprints on their faces—proof of Dirang’s considerable fury…

Only when everyone had left, did a long sigh come from within the room.

...

”Ah...”

Dirang’s secretary—the young woman named Xima—swiftly picked up the files thrown all over the floor by Dirang, and then walked to his side, placing her small hands gently on his shoulders and started massaging them.

In a gentle voice, she said, ”I know you’re under a lot of pressure, but today you really lost control. They are not your subordinates or your slaves; they are your brothers. Moreover, you know that Rahal’s disappearance has nothing to do with them.”

Upon hearing Xima’s soothing words, the blankness in Dirang’s eyes slowly gained focus as he mumbled, ”I know it’s not their fault, but…”

”Xima.”

”Yes.”

”I’m scared.”

Xima’s hands paused momentarily.

”You know, without Rahal, we’re nothing. Without Rahal, the government army will chase us like dogs, and then those executioners will easily slit our throats.”

”We’re doomed…”

Dirang’s pessimism, coupled with his vacant eyes, left Xima unsure how to console him in such a state.

He was just a small figure who rose from the grassroots. Even after gaining power through Rahal to become a Sequence, he still could not overcome the weaknesses of a small person—pessimism, poor psychological resilience, unable to withstand any significant blows!

Some people are like springs, the more compressed, the harder they rebound; however, some are like dough, deforming under pressure without a hint of resistance.

After much thought, Xima finally spoke.

”If worse comes to worst, let’s just leave; stop this rebellion. I know you don’t want to be the leader of the rebel army any longer.”

Xima’s suggestion didn’t receive Dirang’s approval nor did it elicit any other reaction from him.

Dirang merely replied mechanically.

”Where else could we go?”

”Go to Yanjing; it’s quite nice there. Also, Rahal is in Yanjing; you can go there and start a new life with Rahal.”

A sudden and unfamiliar voice came from the sofa not far away, causing Dirang to react instantly, pulling Xima behind him as he turned to look in the direction of the voice.

There, a young man in a long coat was reclining leisurely, one hand holding a wine glass and the other holding a luxuriously designed wine bottle, pouring himself some wine.

Seeing Dirang’s reaction, the corners of Wen Yu’s mouth curled into a slight smile as he raised his glass to Dirang gently.

”We meet again, Dirang.”

A faint soul power penetrated without resistance into Dirang’s mind, instantly awakening the memories that Wen Yu had erased from his mind.

With the erased memories blooming anew, Dirang’s eyes clouded for a moment. Then he lowered his defensive posture, bowed his head, and humbly said to Wen Yu.

”Sequence Number 2, Sir…”

...

”It seems like you’ve remembered what happened yesterday, so I’ll get straight to the point. I took Rahal away yesterday, and he’s already been sent to Yanjing. Yes, I like this kid Rahal a lot. When he left, he asked me to help you guys, which is why I’m here.”

Memories flooded back—the erased ones by Wen Yu were few to begin with—and in an instant, Dirang had sorted through them completely, then began considering another matter…

”Rahal asked Sequence Number 2 to help himself... Sequence Number 2…”

The ambition lost due to Rahal’s disappearance was rejuvenated for a second spring. This was Sequence Number 2, the pinnacle of the Human Race! If Sequence Number 2 were to help him, why worry about the Indian Government Army?

Seeing Dirang valiantly trying to hide the greedy thoughts in his expression, Wen Yu couldn’t help but interrupt Dirang’s daydream.

”Hey, hey, hey, my friend, you’re thinking a bit too much...”