At this mont,
The Human Peak investigation team arrived at the "Woli Mall"!
A small black orb suddenly appeared in the center of the mall plaza.
This black orb was the so-called "Stairs to Heaven," the Dinsional Space Gate!
"Ladies and gentlen, this is the place,"
The Black-clothed Guard No. 1, an elderly man, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and passed through the Space Gate to Woli Mall’s plaza.
The situation was grave, and the mission was of great importance.
There was no room for sloppiness.
He looked up at the dark red sky overhead and felt the terrifying pressure that was omnipresent, coming from all directions.
This pressure originated from the entire world on the brink of decay, vast and profound like the will of the world itself, causing even those with a low spiritual sense to feel uneasy and perturbed.
"The Blood Demon has grown, approaching almost two thousand layers within the Stairs to Heaven. One more step upward, and we reach the actual Demon God Level,"
No. 1 remarked with a sigh, "Do you feel that pressure? The overwhelming power that will soon engulf the entire world."
"Yes, this world makes one feel very uncomfortable," said the four other mbers who erged from within the Heavenly Stairs.
"It seems to be resisting at the last mont, on the verge of death."
"Once it dies, it will be our world’s turn."
Four S-grade and one X-grade Investigators ford the top team, not sothing a common treasure hunting expedition could compare with.
Whether in terms of manpower, logistics, or Strange Objects, this team was amply secured and could be described as representing humanity’s pinnacle.
But humans were too fragile.
In the face of the unknown, even X-grade Investigators might capsize... No, this was not a gutter, but an unknown deep sea where the chances of the top human teams capsizing were all too high.
Thus, before departure, it was essential to be ntally prepared and to have gathered enough intelligence.
At least, this area seed to be safe.
No. 1 saw Chen Xinyi waiting in the plaza and introduced her with a smile, "This is our comrade, Chen, from the Black-clothed Guards. It was her who provided enough information for us to co here."
"Using her abilities, she can communicate remotely with the real world. Yes, she is the only one who can send ssages out."
Saying this, No. 1 looked a bit proud.
"Can she really transmit information outside? That strong?" The two foreign S-grade mbers were quite surprised; even telepaths could only establish contact with their twin sisters at the mont of death, transmitting a tiny amount of information.
And yet, this Miss Chen could communicate without restrictions? How did she manage that?!
They tried the communication Strange Objects they had brought.
Sure enough, under the Blood Demon’s suppression, all these communication artifacts were rendered useless.
Chen Xinyi smiled and nodded her assent, keeping the existence of "Ga" a High-Level secret; naturally, it couldn’t be disclosed carelessly.
No. 1 explained once again, "So, she will join us this ti. If we are entirely wiped out, she can send out the last piece of information."
"In such a case, our joint organization will dispatch an even stronger exploration team."
"Let’s hope it doesn’t co to that."
In terms of manpower, there wasn’t likely to be anyone stronger; X-grade investigators were rare in history, and No. 1 of the Black-clothed Guards was known to be extrely powerful.
Yet, the possibility of having stronger Strange Objects remained.
However, using these World Level, Mythical Level Strange Objects required a heavy price, the sacrifice of millions, even tens of millions of lives... Topics such as world wars sounded severe, but one had to be ntally prepared in advance.
Regardless, the Blood Demon incident needed to be suppressed; this was a unanimous understanding among all parties.
It was Chen Xinyi’s first ti eting No. 1 of the Black-clothed Guards, and with such a crucial mission at hand, she felt a bit nervous.
No. 1 appeared to be just an average old man, about 1.7 ters tall and around seventy years old, but he had a pair of spirited eyes that were not quite the sa as ordinary people, conveying a sense of stability and strength.
According to Mr. No. 12, the legend had it that No. 1 was at least one hundred and ten years old.
But clearly, No. 1 was still the strongest here, because the team had accessed this location through the Heavenly Stairs, climbing a considerable number of layers.
The psychological tornt within was not to be underestimated, with eerie hallucinations and mysterious whispers all around.
However, the old man’s eyes remained bright, indicating he had strength to spare.
The other four, however, were sowhat worn out from the ordeal.
"Mr. No. 1, may I ask how we will return to Earth after completing the mission?" Chen Xinyi asked with an eager smile, poised with a few questions. She yearned to return ho, to the safety of her hotown.
"My dear girl, if we can’t solve this issue, we must be prepared to die here."
No. 1 cheerfully pointed to the black orb behind him, "You see, that great door leading to the Heavenly Stairs is disappearing rapidly; originally, this Space Gate should have lasted at least half an hour, indicating that the Blood Demon isn’t too welcoming to us."
"It’s repelling the ’Stairs’ power. The ’Stairs’ are actually a quite powerful Strange Object."
"Could it be that we can’t go back?"
"Not necessarily, if we kill the Blood Demon, its power will completely disappear, and we can send soone again to open the Staircase Gateway. Then we can all go back together. There are still so people who can climb more than a thousand layers."
"Oh, okay..."
"Are you... Mr. Carl! Lord Nicholas!"
Anthony Smith, from the Mysterious Bureau, also ran over from not too far away, his expression joyous and his heart uplifted.
Finally, the support from headquarters had arrived; he could finally take a deep breath of relief.
This Investigator, nad Carl, nodded slightly as a greeting, "Hello, Smith, I’m glad you’re still alive and that you’ve rescued so many civilians. You’ve done comndable work!"
"We’ve already learned of your existence from the intelligence reports. Can you give us a detailed account of what exactly happened?"
"YES, SIR!"
Smith recounted in detail the story of what had happened the day before.
From the initial "disappearance of the tram," to the subsequent "Binge Eating Heaven," and finally resolving the crisis perfectly, he narrated it all.
"Oh... you kept so Gluttons as bodyguards... Not a bad idea. Quite interesting."
When they heard that a Black-clothed Guard Investigator nad "Zhao" followed the Glutton "Xu Zhijun" into the red mist, the faces of the two S-rank foreigners from abroad twitched.
Even though they had known the news earlier, it still touched their hearts.
This guy...
He must be crazy, right?!
The power of an individual is limited; only a team with complentary abilities can survive for a long ti.
In this damned place, even ordinary people could sense the imnse pressure coming from all directions. This "Zhao" actually went there unprepared, ard only with a Rune Blade and so Incendiary Bombs?
This guy must be insane!
"Zhao..." Smith swallowed his saliva, full of admiration for the miraculous "Zhao," "I advised him for a long ti, but he still chose to go."
"His ntal state is very good; he must have so confidence, not just seeking his own death."
"Is Zhao one of your E-rank Investigators?" Carl asked.
E-rank, isn’t that the level for those who have just joined as reservists and have yet to complete their training?
"Zhao is indeed a unique character from our Black-clothed Guard. Although he is an E-rank reservist, the main reason is that he does not want to be restrained by the organization. As you know, so special individuals don’t like to be bound by various rules, so he’s just an affiliate mber." Number One cleared his throat and began to bluster.
Chen Xinyi wore a professional smile on her face, barely holding back laughter as she listened. That was a Demon God from the "Ga," now disguised as an E-rank reservist of the Black-clothed Guard. Well, if the Black-clothed Guard really could cling to this powerful leg, then countless in-the-know people would laugh even in their dreams.
Number One continued to boast, "Comrade Zhao is astonishing, both in terms of his thought process and personal abilities!"
"He always manages to co up with all sorts of strange ideas!"
"But why would he appear in our country?" Carl was skeptical and asked sowhat mockingly, "It wasn’t for a woman, was it?"
Number One’s face was naturally as thick as cowhide, "I wouldn’t know about that, perhaps he went to your place for a vacation."
"We don’t have a regulation that prevents the Black-clothed Guard from traveling abroad. Moreover, his unique personality and status as an affiliate mber make him difficult to control."
Since the "Ga" had claid to be one of the Black-clothed Guard’s people, they couldn’t refuse to take credit for his accomplishnts.
Accepting it was a must!
In international cooperation, these contributions can’t be ignored – what’s not taken is wasted.
Carl chuckled twice; it was clear that he was a special agent, yet they were pretending he had gone for a vacation.
However, such things were part of the international unspoken rules – as long as one wasn’t caught, there wasn’t much that could be done.
"Since this Zhao is so amazing, should we go looking for him next?"
"Are we going to just leave him be? Is he still alive?"
Number One took a deep breath, "Haste makes waste. We have been climbing these stairs for so long, and both our physical and ntal stamina are sowhat depleted. Let’s rest here for the night..."
"This seems to be a temporary safe zone, more dangerous within the red mist."
"Let’s use this ti to understand what’s going on in this world, collect more data, then proceed with a deeper investigation."
"Taking a break sounds good." Both Carl and Nicholas agreed with the plan.
Number One directed a middle-aged man nearby, "Old Yang, begin."
"Understood."
This S-rank Investigator nad Old Yang took out a briefcase-sized box.
This box, called the "Dinsion Pocket," had a capacity of about 100 cubic ters and was filled with supplies for this mission.
An international cooperation’s top exploration team naturally had logistical capabilities that private forces could not compare with.
Using the "Dinsion Pocket" required a paynt, consuming sothing called the "source."
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