Gene Domination: The Loli Who Devours Worlds

The next day, Apocalypse’s operations became even more efficient.

William was busy handling join applications, screening talent, planning resource allocation, and preparing for the upcoming opening of the Trading Platform.

He began to keep an eye on S-Class Hunter who were powerful and had relatively clean backgrounds, secretly sketching out the prototype for a future leader’s personal guard.

Meanwhile, Fenrir, who was in charge of the Combat Department, left the base with Lia, Hawk Eye, and the three former [Night Owls Eye] scouts who had defected.

Their goal was clear—to incorporate the [Night Owls Eye].

This organization, known for intelligence gathering and covert operations, was of immense value to Apocalypse, which urgently needed to establish a comprehensive intelligence network.

Moreover, Fenrir had his own selfish motives.

After witnessing the world-shaking battle between Lilith and Forti, he felt a strong sense of urgency regarding his current strength.

He craved to become stronger, craved battle, and craved to hone his fangs in blood and fire.

If the incorporation process didn’t go smoothly, it would be a perfect chance to stretch his limbs and test the true strength he gained after the Bloodline enhancement.

”I hope their leader has a bit of a backbone.”

Fenrir licked his somewhat dry lips, his dark red eyes flashing with the excitement of a hunt.

Led by the three guides, they passed through complex City ruins and eventually arrived at the edge of a shantytown haphazardly built from abandoned containers and tarps.

The air here was foul and the environment was filthy and chaotic, forming a sharp contrast with the orderly Apocalypse Base.

The surrounding Factions were all filled with hostility; if it weren’t for Fenrir’s tall stature and overwhelming presence, they would have been attacked long ago.

This seemed to be the true portrayal of the world after the Main God Game arrived.

Chaotic order, settlements rife with hostility, and robbery and murder visible everywhere.

”Is this it?”

Fenrir frowned as he looked at the slum-like scene before him, feeling a bit skeptical.

The [Night Owls Eye] was a well-known intelligence organization after all; how could their base be in such a shabby and chaotic area?

The three scouts nodded somewhat awkwardly.

”Boss... she prefers this kind of life, and she says it’s easier to gather intelligence here.”

Just as they were speaking, a figure emerged from one of the half-collapsed containers.

It was a girl.

She looked no more than thirteen or fourteen, about 1.5 meters tall, wearing old clothes that were clearly ill-fitting, large and stained. She was barefoot, her feet covered in mud and ash.

Her long black hair was greasy and knotted, hanging loosely, and her face was streaked with black and gray, making her original features hard to see.

Only her eyes were large and pitch-black, her pupils deep like two ancient wells, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

In her hand, she held half a piece of hard, blackened bread that looked hard to swallow, nibbling on it expressionlessly.

Seeing Fenrir’s group, who were clearly out of place in the surroundings, especially the three familiar former subordinates.

Her movements paused for a moment, then she continued nibbling on the bread, as if what was before her was just an inconsequential breeze.

”Boss...”

One scout stepped forward with difficulty, opening his mouth with a forced smile.

The girl swallowed the breadcrumbs in her mouth, her voice flat and emotionless, with a hint of hoarseness from long-term dehydration.

”I knew it. Since you didn’t come back, you must have defected.”

The three scouts flushed and hurriedly explained.

”Boss, we had no choice. Apocalypse is too strong, and they really treat their subordinates well. They have clear rewards and punishments and don’t sacrifice their men casually. We just wanted to find a better path...”

As they spoke, they subconsciously glanced at the tall and fierce-looking Fenrir beside them, their voices growing less confident.

After all, Fenrir’s aura made it look like he was here to cause trouble, and then there was that alloy gate at the base... thinking of this, the three couldn’t help but shiver.

On the other hand, a flash of sympathy and tenderness appeared in Lia’s azure eyes.

She stepped forward, ignoring the dirt on the girl, and gently took her small, filthy hand that was holding the bread.

”They didn’t lie to you.”

Lia’s voice was soft and gentle, with a natural affinity.

”Apocalypse is indeed a different place. There, as long as you provide loyalty and effort, you will receive the respect and rewards you deserve.”

”You don’t have to hide in a place like this or eat this kind of food anymore. We can give you clean clothes, warm food, and a safe place to live.”

The girl let Lia hold her hand, her pitch-black eyes quietly looking at Lia, then glancing over Fenrir and Hawk Eye, and finally landing back on her three anxious former subordinates.

She was silent for a few seconds, then... she carefully tucked the remaining small piece of bread into her bosom, as if it were some treasure.

”Joining Apocalypse isn’t impossible.”

Lia’s face lit up upon hearing this. She didn’t look down on the girl because of her appearance, because people with higher Spirit power, or talents related to Spirit power, would experience a certain degree of age regression.

With this petite appearance, her Spirit power was surely higher than Lia’s. They could live together and exchange ideas then.

But the girl’s next words instantly deflated Lia.

”But don’t disturb my current life.”

The girl said indifferently, her pitch-black eyes looking straight at Fenrir, seemingly sensing his strength.

”I’ll live here. I will organize the intelligence regularly and send it to you through the system. If there’s important news, I’ll notify you in time. If there’s nothing, don’t contact me much.”

Fenrir: ”...”

Everyone: ”...”

What kind of joining was this?

This was basically finding a part-time outsourced intelligence officer! And one who came with their own office and didn’t accept management!

Looking at the girl’s calm, almost numb gaze, and the sense of stillness that was incompatible with her age and appearance, the desire for battle in Fenrir’s chest was completely extinguished.

He wasn’t shameless enough to bully such a little squirt.

”Can you... at least tell us your name?”

Lia asked tentatively.

After thinking for a moment, the girl uttered two words.

”Night Raven.”

After a pause, she added.

”Codename.”

Everyone: ”...”

No need to add that; anyone can tell it’s a codename.

”Alright, Night Raven.”

Fenrir rubbed his temples, feeling a bit helpless, but he still sent a friend request and the access code for Apocalypse’s internal communication channel to Night Raven through the system.

”From now on, you are the head of Apocalypse’s Intelligence Department. Send intelligence directly to me or William. If you need anything... forget it, you don’t look like someone who needs anything. I’ll just transfer ten thousand Points to you as salary later.”

Night Raven accepted the request, glanced at the system notification, and didn’t react much. She just nodded, then turned around and crawled back into that dilapidated container, as if everything outside had nothing to do with her.

Fenrir watched the swaying tarp curtain for a long while before finally letting out a frustrated breath.

”Is that... it?”

Lia also felt a bit like she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. If Leader William were here, she felt the two of them could have chatted for much longer.

”It seems... so.”

Hawk Eye remained silent for a long while, his gray-blue pupils looking thoughtful.

”Her eyes are very special. Not like a child of this age.”

”Whatever, at least the mission is considered complete.”

Fenrir shook his head and turned to leave.

”At least our Apocalypse now has a dedicated intelligence source. Let’s go, let’s head back and see how busy William is. The Trading Platform is opening soon; we need to get ready to seize territory.”

After saying that, the group left.

However, no one knew that deep within the pitch-black eyes of this seemingly destitute and lonely girl, extremely subtle data streams occasionally flashed.

No matter how much you glare at me, you can’t eat at the table!

Let’s play hide and seek together~

I, Bat, am 1.6 meters tall, who would believe it!