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Joaquin nodded. "This involves a classified department, so I'm sorry, George."

"Alright."

Since Joaquin had put it that way, George had no choice but to comply. As a police officer, he understood the federal confidentiality regulations well.

In the end, George had no choice but to let the FBI take over the scene.

"Thanks, George. If you ever need help, don't hesitate to call me—you have my number."

As the head of operations for the FBI's New York division, Joaquin clearly didn't want to sour relations with George, the promising deputy chief of the NYPD. After expressing his gratitude, Joaquin led his team to take over the scene.

"All personnel, search the area again thoroughly and make sure nothing is overlooked. Report immediately if you find any new information..."

"Forensics, start analyzing the creature's movements and behavior. Find out where it came from!"

"Biotech team, run tests on the creature's blood and tissue samples. Check for any infectious viruses. I need answers immediately, understood?"

Under Joaquin's commands, the FBI agents moved in an orderly manner.

Elsewhere, Grant Ward, who had left in disgrace, reluctantly dialed Nick Fury's number.

"Director, I'm sorry. I messed up."

On the other end, Nick Fury responded calmly, "A temporary setback is nothing, Grant. Trust me, that thing will end up in our hands eventually. That's the mandate given to us by the World Security Council."

After World War II, the World Security Council had established S.H.I.E.L.D. to address unusual and supernatural incidents.

Although Ward had been humiliated by the FBI today, Fury, backed by the World Security Council, remained unconcerned—and unhurried.

At worst, they could simply buy the data from the FBI. S.H.I.E.L.D. was never short on funds.

And if all else failed, he could always ask Pierce for help.

The FBI acted swiftly.

Not long after Eren finished giving her statement in one of their vehicles, the biotech team had already produced several reports from analyzing the flesh and blood of the melted-faced spider.

Holding the reports, Joaquin approached George and the others. "Good news. While the creature's tissue is disgusting, it doesn't carry any infectious viruses."

George let out a long sigh of relief. "That's the best news I've heard all night."

Nearby, Eren looked up and asked, "In that case, Mr. George, can I go home now?"

George glanced at Joaquin.

Since the FBI had taken over the case, Eren's departure naturally depended on their approval.

Joaquin nodded. "The statement is done. As long as you're sure you're fine, you can leave anytime. That said, I recommend getting checked at a hospital to ensure you're uninjured. Don't worry—we'll cover the costs."

He then turned to George. "Same goes for you, my friend."

"That's great."

George didn't mind but didn't reject Joaquin's goodwill either.

"No need for a checkup. It's just some scrapes."

Eren waved her hand, showing the bandages on her forehead with a smile. "Honestly, I'd rather go home, take a nice bath, and get some sleep than go through hospital exams."

"Fair enough. If you feel unwell, you can always call the number on this card."

Perhaps sensing a close relationship between George and Eren—or simply wanting to monitor someone who had encountered the creature—Joaquin handed Eren a business card after a brief moment of thought.

"Thank you, sir."

At this moment, George spoke up. "Joaquin, can you arrange a car to take Eren home? It's late, and getting a cab now won't be easy."

He glanced at his watch, which pointed to 1 a.m.

"Of course."

Joaquin promptly called over an FBI agent to drive Eren home.

Eren didn't refuse George's kind gesture and thanked both men politely. "Thank you."

George waved it off. "Go home and rest."

...

Half an hour later.

Eren waved goodbye with a smile to the FBI agent who had escorted him to his door.

After watching Eren enter his home, the agent quickly left.

Behind the closed door, Eren's expression darkened.

He removed her jacket, walked into the bathroom, and stared at his reflection in the mirror—bandaged forehead, tired and disheveled. Then, he slapped himself hard.

"Not even a simple divination before heading out? Some seer you are!"

Before leaving home, Eren hadn't considered how dangerous this trip might be and hadn't thought to use his divination skills.

If not for his growing paranoia after being kidnapped—a fear that led him to always carry that egg-shaped grenade for protection—he might not have survived tonight. Let alone defeat the melted-faced spider and earn Fate Points.

Having recently become a Seer, Eren had learned some basic divination techniques but hadn't yet developed the habit of applying them to daily life.

This was a cognitive gap.

Only after reflecting on this crisis did Eren realize the flaw in his thinking.

"I'm still too weak. From now on, I need to divine the outcome before leaving the house and adjust my mindset quickly."

Sighing bitterly, he turned on the faucet, splashed water on his face, and composed himself.

Despite the dangers of the encounter, Eren had earned 300 Fate Points.

And he had no intention of saving them.

Tonight's ordeal had underscored his vulnerability.

He needed to arm himself quickly and grow stronger.

Closing his eyes, Eren felt his soul pass through a thin veil, entering the space where the Wheel of Fate resided.

Having visited this space several times, Eren no longer felt curiosity. He summoned the Fate Compass without hesitation and initiated a three-spin draw.

In an instant, the 300 Fate Points he had just earned were spent.

The massive, glowing shadow of the Wheel of Fate spun once again before Eren's eyes.

(End of Chapter)

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