Shen Ye was dumbfounded.
Three identical green entry—
Could they activate a hidden ability?
He had already obtained two “Comrades.”
This meant that tomorrow, he would need to obtain the “Comrades” green entry one more time to unlock that hidden entry ability.
A hidden entry.
It sounded incredibly powerful.
But he had no idea how the labels were triggered.
It was sheer luck that he had managed to acquire “Comrades” twice in a row.
Shen Ye looked down at the bloodstains on his body and fell into thought.
—This was caused by the spear piercing through his tattered armor, leaving a minor wound.
Whether it was the elven village or the undead battlefield, it seemed there was always a condition—
He needed to be on someone else’s turf.
Second.
He had to be in a life-threatening situation.
In the elven village, three undead had been watching him, and on the battlefield, he had been surrounded by human soldiers pointing weapons at him.
Finally, he had to make others drop their hostility, perhaps even offer him help.
In the elven village, Lannie had given him a bracelet and even called the patrolling elven guards.
On the battlefield, Roman had provided him with a single combat pack.
That was essentially the pattern.
—The requirements were ridiculously high. It was like dancing on a knife’s edge just to scrape by and survive.
Would he have to do the same tomorrow?
That was asking for death.
After pondering for a moment, Shen Ye couldn’t help but shake his head slightly.
Thinking about the entry above the elven leader’s head still gave him chills.
Why did he have to put himself in such danger?
No!
Walking the tightrope too often would inevitably lead to disaster.
If things got too dangerous, he’d rather give up on the hidden ability!
Survival was what mattered most!
He silently made his decision.
Suddenly, the telephone in the room rang with a sharp “ring-ring-ring.”
“Hello?”
“Mr. Shen, you have a visitor.” The receptionist’s voice was soft and gentle.
“Who is it?” Shen Ye asked.
“A relative of Luo Feichuan. Their identity has been verified by the group; there are no issues. Would you like to meet her?”
“…Alright.” Shen Ye agreed.
“Then please come to the reception room on the 50th floor. We have complete security measures here, and I’ll escort the guest to meet you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
The call ended.
Shen Ye couldn’t help but recall the scene in the sheriff’s office, where Luo Feichuan’s body had been bound.
Because of investigating him, Luo Feichuan had died a tragic death.
Even after his death, he had revealed Kunlun’s password and saved Shen Ye’s life.
If he could do something for Luo Feichuan’s family…
He wouldn’t hesitate.
Shen Ye dressed properly and left his room.
On the 50th floor.
Walking into the reception room, Shen Ye immediately spotted the girl.
Her hair was tied with a black ribbon, cascading down to her waist. She wore a moon-white blouse paired with a sword at her waist and a green-black pleated skirt. Her posture was like a crane, otherworldly and poised.
The girl was gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the cityscape.
There was no one else around.
“Excuse me, are you the one looking for me?”
Shen Ye asked.
The girl turned around, her almond-shaped eyes as clear as autumn water meeting his gaze in the sunlight.
She seemed to be about the same age as Shen Ye.
“Shen Ye?” the girl asked.
“Yes.”
Shen Ye was about to speak further when he paused.
Above the girl’s head appeared a small line of text—
“Great Swordsman.”
A entry!
Shen Ye’s heart skipped a beat.
It was actually a entry!
With his “Door” ability, he could see other people’s entry.
But after encountering so many people—
He had only seen one person with a entry before!
Qian Rushan, who had sliced through a wall and instantly killed an assassin, didn’t even have an evaluation entry.
In the nightmare world, not a single human, undead, or elf had entries.
Only the elven leader t had such a long string of entries!
Who would have thought—
This girl, seemingly his age, had a entry like “Great Swordsman”!
How powerful must she be?
Could she instantly kill him with a casual move?
Countless thoughts flashed through Shen Ye’s mind.
The girl, unaware of this, simply continued speaking:
“Hello, I’m Xiao Mengyu, Luo Feichuan’s younger sister. I came here to learn more about my brother’s situation.”
“Please, have a seat.” Shen Ye gestured.
“Thank you.”
The two of them sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window.
“The person who killed my brother is already dead,” Xiao Mengyu said calmly.
“What?” Shen Ye was startled.
Hadn’t Qian Rushan said the culprit was captured alive?
The girl continued nonchalantly, “I’ll let you in on a little secret—it was me who killed him.”
Shen Ye looked around the room.
The nearest attendant was at the bar twenty meters away, calmly brewing tea.
No one else was present.
But surely there were surveillance systems here, right?
—How could she just say that so openly?
“Don’t be nervous,” the girl said slowly. “My brother was a man of limited talents, so I recommended him to a decent school. My plan was for him to graduate, find a reasonably good job, marry a reasonably good woman, and continue the family line for the Luo family.”
Shen Ye listened quietly.
Something felt off—according to his impression and Qian Rushan’s introduction, Luo Feichuan was a prodigy. Yet in his sister’s words, he became “a man of limited talents.”
The girl continued:
“Everything was progressing as I planned. I wanted my brother to live under this kind of protection and lead a safe life.”
“Who could have expected he’d be murdered, his body bound and hidden in a cabinet?”
Dark currents swirled in the girl’s eyes.
“—Oh, and by the way, two of his classmates, jealous of some of his awards, tampered with his weapon.”
“I verified the truth and eradicated them as well.”
Shen Ye was speechless.
How much time had passed?
In one night, you eliminated the assassin, tracked down your brother’s saboteurs, and dealt with them too?
It’s no wonder you have a entry like Great Swordsman.
The girl smiled faintly. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you think it’s unfair for me to avenge my brother while others were allowed to harm him?”
“It’s not that,” Shen Ye replied. “I’m just wondering—killing so many people, wouldn’t someone come after you? And why does your brother’s surname differ from yours?”
“Ah, I see. You, a Shen, didn’t grow up in your family estate, so this might seem strange to you.”
Xiao Mengyu’s gaze softened as her enigmatic expression faded. She spoke softly:
“My brother had little talent and was meant to live a peaceful life, but now he’s dead.”
“He was a heir of a noble house, yet he died by an assassin’s hand.”
“I’ve represented the Luo family to exact justice for him. No one would dare question that.”
“As for our surnames—”
“My mother’s surname is Xiao. I take after her.”
“I see,” Shen Ye nodded. “Please, continue.”
“I’ll make it brief,” Xiao Mengyu said. “The assassin who killed my brother accepted a contract from the Assassin’s League’s bounty platform to kill you.”
“As a result, my brother tracked down the assassin’s hideout during his investigation. They fought in close quarters, but my brother’s weapon failed him, and he was killed by the assassin.”
“The assassin didn’t know who wanted you dead, nor did he realize he’d killed a member of the Luo family.”
“Did the trail go cold?” Shen Ye asked.
“Yes,” Xiao Mengyu replied.
“But you’ve already avenged Captain Luo,” Shen Ye said.
“It’s not enough. I must find the one who hired the assassin to kill you—”
She lightly caressed her sword’s hilt, her gaze lowering. Her tone became as light and faint as mist:
“If the assassin killed my brother, then I will kill the assassin along with the mastermind behind them. Only then will my brother’s soul find peace.”
“Shen Ye, will you help me?”
“Of course,” Shen Ye answered immediately.
“Really?” Xiao Mengyu lifted her eyes to meet his.
“Your brother died because of me. If there’s anything I can do for him, I’ll do it,” Shen Ye said earnestly.
“A gentleman’s word,” Xiao Mengyu said.
“Is as good as his bond,” Shen Ye replied.
“What does that mean?” Xiao Mengyu asked, curious.
Shen Ye blinked, realizing his slip.
This world’s history was different; some phrases existed, while others didn’t.
“It means swift action and unwavering resolve,” Shen Ye explained.
“Hmm,” Xiao Mengyu nodded slightly. “Do you have any leads on the person who wants you dead?”
“The person trying to kill me…” Shen Ye sighed. “Honestly, I’ve been wondering that myself.”
“Do you have any suspects? Even a vague guess would suffice. Just give me a few names—once I have names, leave the rest to me.”
Xiao Mengyu’s voice dropped as her hand unconsciously pressed against her sword hilt.
Shen Ye tensed up completely.
He didn’t know why, but the girl’s presence alone made him instinctively nervous.
“I’ve never made enemies of that caliber in my life. I genuinely have no idea who could want me dead,” Shen Ye admitted.
Xiao Mengyu fell silent.
In truth, she had already thoroughly investigated Shen Ye before coming here.
This young man really hadn’t caused any major trouble.
How strange.
Who could possibly want to go to such lengths to kill him?
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