My Dream Connects to 3000 Years in the Future

”I’m at Station Seventeen! Get your ass over here.” Chu Bamboo rudely cut the other person off and hung up. Then, he looked at the boss. ”Take us to the underground station!”

”Yes.” The boss had become a complete yes-man.

...

This was a peculiar secret room.

Chu Bamboo sat in a chair, his brow gradually furrowing. The boss, of course, had already taken his leave.

”Um,” Captain Yang began, but Chu Bamboo cut him off. ”Don’t say a single word right now! Just be as still as a statue. Wait for my orders! Whatever I tell you to do, you do it immediately!”

”...Yes.” Even though Captain Yang still had his doubts, he could only nod.

Chu Bamboo gently tapped his fingers on the armrest, pondering a very serious problem—the person he had just called was the number three confidant under Eleven...

Chu Bamboo knew that Eleven had a group of very special confidants who wouldn’t be killed even when Eleven was in one of his crazed fits...

In the past, Chu Bamboo had never been able to understand it. No matter how many times he reset, he could never take the place of one of these confidants. He’d always thought it was because his resets only went back one day, but now he suspected it might be because this special group of confidants were all Transcendents—

Ordinary people could be killed off without a second thought! But Transcendents were difficult to cultivate... So even someone as insane as Eleven couldn’t just kill them wantonly!

And the reason Chu Bamboo chose number three instead of number one was because he suspected number one was now deeply embedded in the plan. As number one, he could even be considered Eleven’s spokesperson to some extent.

Number one might even know parts of the All-Powerful’s plan and know what was truly happening throughout Jinghai right now...

’Under these circumstances, if I call to try and bluff him... one careless mistake and I’ll be exposed. I haven’t forgotten Eleven’s Divine Techniques... In fact, I’m even starting to wonder if this number one confidant is just one of the dead souls controlled by Eleven...’

’But that’s not important right now! For now, I’ll just assume he’s a subordinate... But even if number one is just a simple subordinate, in the current situation, there’s a high probability that he’s being followed by a dead soul directly controlled by Eleven!’

Considering all of the above...

Mm!

In reality, even with number three, Chu Bamboo had only estimated the chance of successfully bluffing him to be just over forty percent, based on past situations. That was the only reason he had decided to call him over...

’It might not even be a fifty-fifty chance, but it’s not a big deal... Worst case, I get exposed. When he shows up, I’ll have Captain Yang attack. If Captain Yang can’t beat him, I’ll just kill myself and reset...’

Soon.

The sound of a stone door grinding open echoed.

A man wearing a squirrel mask walked in swiftly.

His gaze swept over Captain Yang in his white fox mask, and a flicker of recognition appeared in his eyes. He recognized the man in the white fox mask—or rather, Chu Bamboo had deliberately chosen a mask belonging to one of Eleven’s subordinates with a build similar to Captain Yang’s...

”Your Eminence!” The Squirrel Person’s voice was humble as he knelt on one knee. Unlike the foot massage parlor boss from before, however, he dared to raise his head and look directly at Chu Bamboo. ”I was on my way to the union in the shantytown redevelopment zone to carry out your Plan Three! Have you summoned me because... the plan has changed?”

”Chop off his little finger.” Chu Bamboo suddenly pointed, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Captain Yang’s pupils contracted, but he remembered what Chu Bamboo had said. Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed forward, grabbed the hand of the stunned, trembling Squirrel Person, pulled a dagger from his waist, and brought it down in one swift motion.

”?!?!” The Squirrel Person let out a muffled grunt as a finger fell to the floor. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, yet there was no surprise, no resentment. He simply accepted it all as if it were natural.

He lowered his head, his voice trembling. ”I... I was wrong! I shouldn’t have been lazy. I should have gone to the union to carry out the plan sooner... And, and, I shouldn’t have gone to... to find a woman from the Hehuan Sect last night... But, but I truly didn’t betray the plans of the All-Powerful Lineage! Your Eminence, I beg you to believe me...”

In truth, the moment the Squirrel Person had entered, he had actually felt that something was slightly off. But the instant his little finger was chopped off, his eyes became clear.

’This is it!’

’This is that familiar brutality!’

’This is that madness that no normal person could possibly understand!’

’Without a doubt, this has to be the Eleventh Apostle I’ve pledged my loyalty to! No normal person could act like this even if they tried!’

”Who cares about any of that?” Chu Bamboo cut him off with a sneer. ”I just felt like chopping off your finger! You got a problem with that?”

”...” The Squirrel Person said nothing more and dropped to his other knee. Blood flowed endlessly from the severed joint of his finger, staining the ground, but it was as if he had completely lost the ability to feel pain. He only bowed and said, ”None at all! Chopping off my finger was definitely for my own good! It’s just that I am currently unable to comprehend your unfathomable wisdom.”

Captain Yang: ”...”

’What a suck-up!’ Captain Yang was dumbfounded. ’He did that to you, and you’re still like this? I’m really losing it here... Honestly, if Huo Qiming ever treated me like that, I would’ve flipped the table and punched him in the face... You can’t do that even if you’re the boss!’