Nebra City.
This small city is approximately fifteen hundred kiloters away from the Federation Capital, White Stone City.
White Stone City is close to the Federation’s east coast, while Nebra City is located inland on the continent.
To the majority of Carnians, the interior is considered a typical backward region.
Before the Age of Calamity, the inland areas mainly focused on agriculture, which naturally could not match the industrial output, and their economic situation was not very good.
After the Age of Calamity began, Canglan Star suddenly entered an extrely cold period, and inland agriculture collapsed, making the situation worse.
Families with the ability to relocate from the inland often moved to the east coast or west coast, or to the capitals of various states.
The poor who remained inland had to endure the pain caused by scarcity of resources and skyrocketing prices.
Nebra City is a typical example.
Two years ago, this small city had over 200,000 residents, but now the population has plumted to less than 100,000.
A decrease of half!
At this mont.
In a dimly lit basent on the east side of the city.
A black shadow lies reclining on a yellowed sofa, holding an old monocular aid at the ceiling above.
Obviously, there’s nothing on the ceiling, yet the shadow stares intensely without blinking.
Not only that, but his breathing is even sowhat rapid, with fear and shock in his eyes.
Frankly, this posture looks as if he’s ntally ill.
After a few seconds.
The black shadow puts down the monocular, his expression uncertain as he sits upright, murmuring to himself.
"It’s truly unbelievable!
"A while ago, White Stone City had a monster transford from a Delint person, and the JICA Headquarters slaughtered many people.
"Why has such a terrifying monster appeared again today? Its hair strands can easily kill people?"
The black shadow is sowhat paranoid: "Could this be a trap set by the Great Xia Spirit Crow?"
He unconsciously turns the monocular in his hand, feeling anxious and uncertain.
Deep down, he knows better than anyone how terrifying the Great Xia Spirit Crow is, and he also knows the Great Xia Spirit Crow is determined to kill him.
So the black shadow sincerely wants to sever connections with White Stone City, preferring to stay in the basent for a year to avoid the Great Xia Spirit Crow’s pursuit.
But he wants more resources, wants beautiful won surrounding him, desires fine food and wine every al.
He truly does not want to live like a mole, hiding in a hole all day.
What aning does such a life hold?
Only the Federation officials can provide him with all he desires.
The black shadow relies on his own abilities and knows all the deep secrets.
The Federation’s superpower user institution, Mount of Gods, holds an extrely evil thod for longevity.
A single ritual can extend life by ten years at least, thirty years at most.
Additionally, it can quickly restore body functions.
For example, an eighty-year-old body, after undergoing the ritual, can be rejuvenated to a state of forty years old.
He once saw a wealthy old man in a wheelchair walk out of the ritual altar and imdiately pull two blonde beauties into a room.
He tightened his grip on the monocular, his expression full of longing: "I am already forty-eight years old this year; I want to return to the state of a twenty-year-old."
He wants to enjoy a wonderful life like that millionaire.
Although the ritual requires living humans as sacrifices, as a complete evil sacrificial ceremony, he simply doesn’t care.
With this thought.
The black shadow imdiately made up his mind — to agree to the Federation officials’ request and track the movent of this monster.
He whispered: "Anyway, I have already prepared a contingency, even if the Great Xia Spirit Crow investigates, they will be led to my decoy site; the safety should not be an issue."
He slightly raised the monocular, his arm trembling slightly.
"Buzz～"
The monocular mysteriously vibrated, its surface shimring with a faint light.
The black shadow cleared his throat, deliberately speaking in a deep voice: "Colonel, I will take action!"
This Colonel is the officer at the JICA Headquarters responsible for liaising with him.
A voice imdiately echoed in his mind: "Mr. X, thank you very much for your assistance."
The black shadow, also known as Mr. X, slightly curled his lips upward.
Although it wasn’t the first ti he heard it, being addressed as "Mr." by a senior officer always genuinely pleased him.
In the past, he was just an ordinary farm worker, constantly called a redneck, who would bother to acknowledge him?
Mr. X sighed: "I have loved researching satellites since I was young, and I never expected to gain such a miraculous ability."
He drew a cross on his chest, devoutly reciting: "Thank you, rciful Lord!"
On the one hand, he believes in the Lord, whose teachings emphasize love, tolerance, humility, and redemption.
On the other hand, he turns a blind eye to various evil actions and even intends to use wicked ceremonies to gain youth.
One has to admit that this is a complete ntal split.
Mr. X once again aid the monocular at the ceiling and began observing seriously.
"Buzz buzz..."
The monocular continued to vibrate.
A strange image, very close to a three-dinsional graph with a bird’s-eye view angle, appeared imdiately in his eyes.
It was White Stone City.
This is the unique ability of the "satellite" star formation.
He calls it the satellite perspective.
Mr. X’s heart was moved, and he zood the satellite perspective to the maximum, expanding the observation area to cover roughly five districts.
He carefully glanced over it and locked onto a region: "The death aura here is especially dense, could the monster have just been here?"
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