I Am Your Natural Enemy

After the time reset, Little Mustache was at the high-speed rail station in Central Plains County City. The train was about to depart; he was going to Central Plains County.

This moment was chosen only after he confirmed that Wen Yan hadn’t come to the county city and hadn’t met that Section Chief Li, after everything had settled down and become stable.

He always felt there was something particularly off about Wen Yan, extremely off.

Virtue City also felt very off, especially the area where the Wenyan Family lived—it was getting more and more dangerous.

To the point where he didn’t even dare to spy over there, and lately, he always avoided that place.

To be honest, the first time he saw the spectacular lamp decorations in the north of Virtue City, he was actually pretty intimidated.

At the beginning, he was worried that if he got killed by the Great Killer Star over there, maybe the reset wouldn’t work for him.

But later he specially tried it once. When he saw that the decorations killed by the Great Killer Star were still alive after the time reset, he was reassured.

Every time the timeline resets, no matter how slight the changes, things never unfold exactly as before. That’s completely normal.

His goal was only to make sure Wen Yan didn’t cross paths with Section Chief Li.

But he didn’t expect that after setting a new reset point, just half a day later, something happened to the Doll Master.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

”Tell Xiao Wang, code 333.”

After saying that, he hung up.

On the other side, the Doll Master, still lying at home, suddenly heard an alarm on the nightstand in his bedroom—one that had never sounded before—go off, its red light flashing on and off. He felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

He jumped up at once, grabbed only his ID and phone, and immediately left the villa.

After leaving, he went along the mountainside steps all the way to the shore, boarded a speedboat that always stayed there, and quickly left the villa behind.

He looked back at his own house, a bit reluctant. He’d paid a huge price for it, after all.

There was nothing in there related to the Doll Master. It was truly severed from his Doll Master identity, a home that belonged only to him personally. All the things he loved most were inside, but now, he had to abandon them.

The boss had sent a message—a new prophecy. Code 333 meant: no matter what you’re doing, stop immediately, follow the evacuation plan right away, and destroy everything here as you go.

After he left on the speedboat, another villa not far away received a call from a neighboring country with a big offer, inviting their studio to work for them.

And of course, all the dolls in the studio left as well.

A few minutes later, the Doll Master looked back at the mountainside; flames had started to rise, and the whole seaside villa was burning.

He sighed with regret—this identity could no longer be used.

Still, at least he wasn’t short on identities. He had plenty.

His real self was just an ordinary person; a single bullet could be the end of him.

So he’d always tried his hardest to keep his true body hidden, scattering his dolls all around within a thousand-kilometer radius.

In order to create better and more realistic dolls, he needed to stay connected to the craft, but his real self could never be in those circles.

By becoming neighbors with the industry big shot ’Vest’ who lived nearby, he could stay safe while keeping his work moving forward.

He was genuinely reluctant, because he’d finally gotten settled, and felt this was the life he wanted.

It’s a pity. The boss’s prediction said he would die, so no matter what, he couldn’t continue.

The Doll Master didn’t leave Harbor City; he entered the urban area under another identity, moved into a thousand-square-foot house, and settled in with his new persona.

He chose Harbor City not just because he grew up in Nanwu commandery and was familiar with the area, but more importantly, because a thousand-kilometer radius from here spreads halfway into Divine Land and halfway outside of it.

The farthest he could control now was just up to Central Plains County; any farther north, to Capital City, was out of reach, and he was strictly forbidden to let dolls enter the three-hundred-kilometer zone around Capital City.

At his new base, he started moving the other dolls out.

Soon after, quite a few dolls began to be stationed across Harbor City, serving as sentry posts.

Near that seaside villa, some dolls even watched through binoculars, keeping tabs on what was happening over there at all times.

The Doll Master controlled dozens of dolls at once, managing them within a radius of just over a thousand kilometers—and it didn’t really strain him much.

His talent was completely in this area—exceptionally strong—but that also made his true body’s weaknesses glaringly obvious.

Time passed bit by bit. Every so often, he would report his safety.

By noon, he got a reply from the boss confirming he was safe.

Lying on the bed, the Doll Master still mourned the loss of his beloved seaside villa. He’d been obsessed with places like that since he was a kid watching TV—it was nothing like the so-called thousand-square-foot houses in the city.

He didn’t dare ask the boss for any more information—he felt a deep fear toward that person.

When they’d first met, the boss saw right through him, even guessing he wanted to use the dolls to act without restraint. The boss went out of their way to find his real body and give him some advice.

The boss told him, if he dared try what he was planning next, then the next day, he’d be caught by people from the Scorching Sun Department. Refusing to be captured, while still controlling the dolls, he would be shot dead on the spot.