Mini World Game Console

When the "Red Chariot" appeared, it signaled the end of the battle.

This was the conclusion designated by the Mini-World Game Console.

"The most active mercenary organization in Europe, Cards, known for assassinating multiple Awakeners and destroying the transcendent institutions of small countries after the revival of Spiritual Energy—notorious yet never short of business..."

Yu Kuangtu seemed to have done his research before he arrived, stating loudly, "But Mysterious Country is not Europe! Did you think your foolish feint strategies would work on us!?"

"Red-faced with green clothing, a huge paintbrush... You must be the Card Assassin Monet, the one who killed the foremost Awakener in Luxembourg and the foremost Awakener in Monaco."

Yu Kuangtu's hands ignited with fiery flames, his eyes seemingly ablaze with the fervor of combat. "Then let me see the strength of Europe's frontline Transcendents!"

Although Yu Kuangtu spoke with great enthusiasm, the assassins paid him no mind—perhaps they didn't understand his accented Mandarin.

Monet snorted coldly. He observed more and more Tactical Cultivators flooding inside, while the wail of police sirens grew increasingly loud and close. He knew that their assassination attempt had utterly failed.

From the very start, there had been too many unexpected variables. In theory, Euphy shouldn't have been clinging to Karen at the party. However, much to their dismay, Euphy was hugging Karen tightly after their deployment was complete, leading to the failure of the sniping attempt.

What's more, a Fairy Palace Assassin appeared, and so did Stedley... Just thinking about Stedley made Monet feel a pang of exasperation. Cards had dispatched a team of Spades to hunt him down. However, Stedley not only survived but also disarmed the bombs implanted in those Spade assassins. This resulted in Cards losing a team with Supernatural Combat Power.

Monet had initially been pleased to see this unfold, as it was none of his concern. But unexpectedly, it led to Stedley showing up and meddling, becoming the last straw that completely snuffed out the final glimmer of hope for success!

What exactly happened between Stedley and the Black Spades Squad? Why did they suddenly strike a deal and reconcile in New York? Why did thirteen Card Assassins choose to defect and turn over a new leaf all at the same time?

Flashes of these questions went through Monet's mind, but the answers were irrelevant now.

The assassins promptly threw several smoke bombs to obscure the view. Then, Monet muttered softly, and the surviving assassins capable of movement quickly gathered around him.

In the smoke, he flicked his paintbrush, and the pitch-black ink instantly turned into sky-blue paint. He tapped the paintbrush forcefully onto the ground. The sky-blue paint radiated out, attaching to everyone's feet and forming tiny blue wings at their ankles.

"Chacun son destin!" [French: "To each his own fate!"]

With several booming sounds, all the assassins burst forth with speed great enough to leave afterimages, escaping directly through the windows.

When the smoke cleared, the assassins were nowhere to be seen. What remained on the ground were the bodies of dead assassins; some, severely injured but not yet dead, had been finished off amidst the smoke.

"A bunch of rats... Go and rendezvous with Li Dan! Catch them!" Yu Kuangtu ordered loudly. "Notify the trailing ambulances to come and treat the wounded!"

Yu Kuangtu stopped in the middle of the banquet hall, and the other Tactical Cultivators did the same.

At that moment, the cultivators who had earlier fought side by side with the Fairy Palace Assassin also lowered their hands, silently watching this extraordinary individual from the Fairy Palace, someone who came and went like a phantom.

This was the closest they had ever been to that elusive, transcendent organization that reigned supreme over the world.

"Fairy Palace Assassin, I'll call you that," said Yu Kuangtu. "Are you interested in having a chat with us?"

The Fairy Palace Assassin shook his head. "Perhaps... another time."

He turned to look around, smiling and nodding at the people who had fought alongside him. Then, looking towards Euphy, he added, "I must be going. I look forward to our next conversation."

Everyone thought he was speaking to Euphy and Karen. Only Ren Suo screamed internally, I won't call you out again!

The Fairy Palace Assassin mentally replied, Why not? Isn't it delightful to have friends visit from afar? Come, talk with me more. After all, in any group of three, one can always learn something. You could gain much from me, little comrade. One should not be ashamed to ask questions of those beneath them...

Ren Suo retorted, Sorry, my classical Chinese isn't very good! I don't understand your literary allusions and ancient poetry!

No problem, I can explain, the assassin continued. "Isn't it delightful to have friends visit from afar?" means that when you know a very handsome and talented friend is coming, you should prepare good food, drink, and entertainment for him, and chat with him for at least twelve hours...

Alright, just go! And remember, don't blow your cover! Ren Suo urged.

Blow my cover? What cover? When the false is taken for true, the true appears false; when the true is taken for false, the false appears true. I am the Fairy Palace Assassin, a Nameless Assassin from the Fairy Palace. I'll take my leave now. I look forward to your Fairy Palace being established soon.

Ren Suo's exchange with the Fairy Palace Assassin seemed to finish in the blink of an eye, like lightning striking flint. The Fairy Palace Assassin just briefly scanned him and suddenly asked, "Got a smoke?"

Everyone was taken aback. Yuan Chu, who was resting nearby, immediately came over and took out a pack of cigarettes for him. The Fairy Palace Assassin shook his head slightly, pulled out a cigarette, and then lit it with a flame that sprang from his fingertip.

During this process, the Tactical Cultivators made no move. When Yu Kuangtu communicated with Ren Suo, he learned that this Fairy Palace Assassin was now a far cry from his former self. The assassin possessed abilities such as Teleport, High-speed Movement, and Knife-hand Transformation, not to mention his innate Lightspeed Reflex and Sure Shot.

If a fight broke out, Yu Kuangtu didn't believe they could kill the Fairy Palace Assassin, even if his men had firearms and the assassin was unarmed and alone. Indeed, those who had just thought the Fairy Palace Assassin was an easy target because he was alone were now lying on the ground, waiting to become fertilizer.

The Fairy Palace Assassin took a puff and then stubbed out the cigarette on the Ice Wall. He threw it from a distance into the only trash bin in the corner of the banquet hall that hadn't been smashed.

"Well, I'm heading back to the Fairy Palace. Goodbye."

As the cigarette butt fell into the trash bin, the figure of the Fairy Palace Assassin completely vanished, leaving no trace.

"We have wounded here!"

"Check if these attackers are still breathing! Save those who are, but don't tamper with the bodies of the deceased. Leave them for the forensic department!"

"Thoroughly search the surrounding area; there might still be attackers hiding nearby! Open all the doors for inspection!"

After the attack ended, it was naturally time for cleanup. Karen, realizing they were safe, deactivated the safety barrier. The surviving British Supernaturals hurried over to check on Euphy and Karen, squeezing Ren Suo out of the way.

He was not under the influence of the Mini-World Game Console's power at the moment, but now was indeed the time for him to shine—it was time to fulfill his duty as a Healing Cultivator.

"Cheng Ling, are you hurt? Your hands are covered in blood."

Dong Chengling, who was resting aside and wiping her hands with a handkerchief, saw Ren Suo approach. She shook her head slightly. "I'm fine; this blood is someone else's. On the other hand, are you okay? You look pale."

"If you're not fighting on the front lines, you have to contribute behind the scenes," Ren Suo smiled. "I'll go heal others first. If anything comes up in the future, remember to tell me."

Dong Chengling hummed in acknowledgment and asked, "The future? Anytime?"

Ren Suo paused for a moment, then smiled. "Of course. I can't do anything about injuries from your past, but if you get hurt in the future, just come find me."

"Okay." Dong Chengling summoned a slight smile, responding with that single word.

Ren Suo felt a stirring in his heart, sensing a Bond had strengthened, but now was not the time to check on it. He went to find the next patient.

Of course, Ren Suo naturally prioritized those with whom he had a good relationship. Seeing Qiao Muyi treating other Tactical Cultivators, he approached and asked, "Need a hand?"

"Help me seal his wound," Qiao Muyi said seriously, her hands emitting a faint blue light as she pressed on a young Tactical Cultivator's abdominal wound.

Using the "Surgical Thread" Spell, Ren Suo took a bit of time to stop the young man's bleeding and casually asked, "How come you've learned 'Healing'? Doesn't the Tactical Bureau have Healing Cultivators?"

Ren Suo instantly recognized that Qiao Muyi was using the Second-Tier Spell "Healing." This struck him as odd. Qiao Muyi had already cast many Spells in the fight, and now she had learned "Healing" too. Was she spending so much time on Spells?

Cultivation level is fundamental, while Spells are merely tools. No matter how strong the tools, they need a solid foundation. There's a common consensus among cultivators: learning a few practical Spells is sufficient; investing more time in Cultivation is the wiser approach.

It was unusual to see someone like Qiao Muyi who was proficient in a wide array of Spells.

"I never rely on others," Qiao Muyi said, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her clean hand.

"But aren't you relying on me right now?" Ren Suo laughed.

Qiao Muyi's tone faltered, and she huffed, "There will always be times when you can't rely on others... Nothing can always be with you, only yourself."

"Then just make sure you're never in a situation where you feel that loneliness," Ren Suo suggested as he helped treat the young Tactical Cultivator's other injuries. "If you think you can't solve a problem, then don't let the problem arise. For example, if you think raising children is too difficult, then just don't fall in love..."

"The world doesn't always work the way you want it to..." Qiao Muyi shook her head slightly, then suddenly asked, "If I became a criminal and needed you to heal me, would you do it?"

"You? A criminal?" Ren Suo thought for a moment. "That depends on the situation, I guess."

"Oh? You think you can judge whether I'm a criminal with that still-developing brain of yours?" Qiao Muyi scoffed. "Aren't you overestimating yourself a bit?"

Ren Suo's face darkened. "No!"

"Fine, fine, you haven't overestimated yourself," Qiao Muyi said perfunctorily, but Ren Suo continued, "If it were me, I'd probably ask you directly if you were innocent."

Qiao Muyi paused slightly. "What if I said yes? What if everyone else told you no?"

"If you say you are, then I'll believe you," Ren Suo said as he stood up after healing the young Tactical Cultivator. "As for other people, I don't know them well."

"Qiao Muyi, you're a very strange person. You're full of malice yet harbor goodwill. Just now in the battle, you were almost constantly looking out for Cheng Ling. After all, it was her first time in combat, and without your help, she would likely have been injured," Ren Suo said with a smile.

"I trust my judgment of people. If you really came to me at your wit's end, then I would offer you my trust, closing my eyes and plugging my ears to everything else."

Of course, I'd first activate Desire Detection to see if you're going to stab me, Ren Suo thought.

"Fine words, indeed," Qiao Muyi huffed and turned to walk toward another Tactical Cultivator.

Ren Suo's heart stirred as he noticed the Bond between them had strengthened.

Wow, Bonds really do grow rapidly through major events!

With a contented turn of his head, Ren Suo then saw Bai Ji behind him.

"I'm injured," Bai Ji said earnestly.

"..." Ren Suo patted his chest and abdomen. "Where are you hurt?"

"My spirit," Bai Ji told a seamless lie. "An assassin attacked me with a mental Attack."

"But you look pretty energetic to me!"

"That's because I'm enduring it... Ah... it's a bit uncomfortable. I might need some warmth..."

Bai Ji crouched down in pain, looking pitiful, helpless, and yet so damn handsome that Ren Suo yelled, "Teacher Bai has a heartache and needs a hug for comfort!"

"What?!"

Several Female Cultivators who were also helping to heal the wounded flinched, quickly finished their tasks, and started to come over. Ren Suo looked at the dumbstruck Bai Ji, patted his head, and said, "I'm not capable of healing the spirit, so let the young ladies come over and help."

After saying that, Ren Suo slipped away. Bai Ji was quickly surrounded by several Female Cultivators. However, he didn't seem disappointed. Maintaining his squatting position, he touched his own head with his right hand, feeling the lingering warmth. Suddenly, his face revealed a sweet smile, as radiant as a sun-ripened apple, instantly making the hearts of the Female Cultivators before him flutter as if millions of fawns were stampeding.

Meanwhile, Ren Suo, who was tending to the wounded, felt his Bond with Bai Ji increase once again. Turning his head to look at Bai Ji, he thought, Bonds between men seem to strengthen so easily, even though I haven't done anything.

"Hey, hey, hey, hurry up and use your 'Pain-Relieving Therapy'! I'm in pain here!"

Ren Suo looked at Zhao Huo's wound. "You still need pain relief for this? Just seal it with Surgical Thread and then recover on your own. Using too much Healing Magic isn't good for the body."

"It hurts, though!"

"Pain is a good sign. No pain means you're disabled."

Ren Suo was not lying. Healing Magic essentially enhanced cell division, and overuse wasn't beneficial. If it didn't impact daily life, slow recovery was the better option.

Moreover, he still needed to conserve his Spiritual Energy for healing others. Zhao Huo, just let your minor injuries heal on their own, he thought.

There were many injured in the banquet hall. However, with Ren Suo and the Healing Cultivators from the Tactical Bureau, the situation was manageable. They pulled almost everyone from life-threatening danger, and many even recovered on the spot. After initial treatment, the seriously injured were sent by ambulance to the city's major hospitals for more comprehensive care.

More than an hour passed in this manner. Only when Ren Suo was nearly drained of his Spiritual Energy were all the injured finally taken care of.

"Everyone should head home for now. The Tactical Bureau will temporarily take over the school's security. If you encounter any assailants, make noise immediately, and Tactical Bureau personnel will respond swiftly."

"Don't spread word about today's incident until the school, the Tactical Bureau, and the British side have concluded negotiations. Until then, anything you say could be considered a leak of state secrets. Everyone understands this, so I won't elaborate."

"Compensation and support stipends will be resolved as quickly as possible. Rest assured, the school will definitely handle this matter properly."

Yuan Chu, his shoulder bandaged, addressed the teachers shirtless. Though he lacked his usual decorum, the teachers held him in even higher esteem. Yuan Chu had risked sniper fire to join the fight, an act that commanded their respect.

Never mind Yuan Chu being shirtless; even if he were wearing women's clothing, he would still be a vice-principal worthy of respect!

Ren Suo, however, was utterly exhausted. He had never healed so many people in such a short period, and he had already expended a great deal of his Vital Energy and Spirit healing Karen. Now that he heard they could leave, he simply sat in his chair, unmoving.

Zhao Huo and the others came over to find him looking like a Salted Fish. Zhao Huo let out a "Heh!" and came over to prop him up. "Bro, you can't go on like this. You're so weak. You should eat more leeks to build up your strength."

The other three who had intended to help Ren Suo stopped in their tracks.

"Hm? Ah, we can leave now." Ren Suo yawned and suddenly remembered something. "Right, where's Euphy?"

"Forget it. She left under the guard of the British Supernaturals long ago. Did you think she would wait specifically for you?" Zhao Huo said with a smile.

"Oh..."

It seems it's not so simple to win over a rich and beautiful woman like this guy does... Ren Suo thought, glancing at Zhao Huo. But he didn't feel too much regret. Half asleep and half awake, he let Zhao Huo support him, and together with Qiao Muyi, Dong Chengling, and Bai Ji, they left.

Bai Ji lived in a different dormitory area, and Qiao Muyi had to return to the city, so they soon parted ways. When Zhao Huo, supporting Ren Suo, and Dong Chengling arrived at the foot of their dormitory building, they saw Ren Xingmei squatting there, waiting.

Seeing them approach, Ren Xingmei immediately ran up and touched Ren Suo's face, her voice trembling slightly. "My brother, what happened to my brother?"

"We did everything we could..." Zhao Huo said sadly. Before the tears could well up in Ren Xingmei's eyes, Dong Chengling gave him a hard chop on the back of his neck, making Zhao Huo fear for his life.

"Your brother is just tired. Help him back so he can rest," Dong Chengling said, lightly shaking Ren Suo awake. He mumbled a response. Seeing his sister in front of him, he was too lazy to even speak much. He just turned his sister around, draped an arm around her neck for support, and said, "Let's go."

Ren Xingmei quickly thanked the two of them and then helped her brother into the elevator to go home.

Once home, Ren Suo seemed to regain some energy. He forced himself to take a shower and change clothes, then hurried to bed.

"Bro, I'm staying over tonight!"

"Mm-hmm-mm-hmm-mm..." Ren Suo mumbled and slowly closed his eyes.

Finally, it's over. I summoned the Fairy Palace Assassin, repelled the assassins, and protected Karen, the Lady of Light. Then I performed over an hour of continuous healing; my Qi Cyclone is now as parched and cracked as the earth. I did it! My life is now without regrets! So, let me sleep well. When I wake up tomorrow, everything will be better. Yeah, I won't sleep in too long tomorrow; I'll get up at noon... It feels like I've forgotten something, but... I'll think about it when I wake up tomorrow.