Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Mel glanced at the time and shook her head:

"I regret to say that in the Advanced World, the train could have assessed your aptitude. I believe the heir of Celeos might have been qualified,"

"But this is your world, where the rules are not fully activated yet. The Oddity Train can only stop briefly. Moreover—you summoned the train through abnormal means, so you are the only one who can enter."

Zhou Baiyu felt somewhat disappointed.

He had hoped that if he went to the Advanced World, he could bring the chairman and Tianxia Wuer with him.

Since the loop was not a time loop, it was very likely that the other side also feared time-based abilities.

Bringing the chairman and Tianxia Wuer would considerably increase his own combat power.

"Let's go, this time, you don't need to endure the survival test imposed by the rules."

Mel's gaze was as if she were looking at a man about to die.

For some reason, Zhou Baiyu always felt that Mel's tone was very gentle.

Even though Mel's demeanor was indifferent, he just felt a sense of being favored.

So he thought of Sister Lin.

At that moment, Lin was in the transfer station, pondering over the possibility of breaking the situation Zhou Baiyu had spoken of.

But Lin could never have imagined that this possibility of breaking through—was actually to join forces with Mel.

...

...

In the carriage for the crew, the rest of the staff had already left. The train had long since entered a different space, heading towards its destination.

Mel poured a cup of tea. She was still wearing her spiral mask.

Even after her identity was revealed, she never showed her own face.

"Would you like some tea?" Mel offered the tea to Zhou Baiyu.

Zhou Baiyu nodded, as he needed Mel's help and naturally had to act as a restrained and obedient junior.

But actually, it was meaningless.

Based on Zhou Baiyu's performance last time, Mel had already formed a reasonably clear understanding of him—

Talk human talk to humans, ghost talk to ghosts. To different types of passengers, he could be gentle or he could kill decisively.

The bitter taste of the tea made Zhou Baiyu frown involuntarily.

Mel observed Zhou Baiyu's first encounter with such tea, and beneath her mask, the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"It seems you've had too much of Lin's wine and don't favor tea."

"How could that be? It's just that I'm not used to such bitter tea for the moment..."

Even for tea, this one was exceedingly bitter.

"Is that so? This is tea that has undergone mutation. It chooses different flavors for different drinkers; sometimes, it serves as a warning. It seems that you are about to face some bitter trials."

Mel was actually bluffing.

This was just a type of tea from the First World, one that was extremely bitter.

Lin had taken one sip before and declared she would absolutely not take a second.

Zhou Baiyu also confirmed through bringing up Sister Lin that Mel's care for him likely had much to do with Lin.

"So, senior, you... know about the middleman concept."

Mel didn't deny it:

"After all, it was I who gave that opportunity to Lin. Of course, the role of being a middleman doesn't appeal to me."

This was actually a lie.

Zhou Baiyu vaguely knew something about Mel and Lin's choice.

Lin had mentioned before that to become a middleman, one must commit a certain sin.

And Mel once told Lin—"I've always disliked this identity, but I dislike other identities even more. Lin, our journey ends here. I will not compete with you for the role of middleman."

In reality, who doesn't want to survive?

If one can survive, what does committing a sin matter? The same holds true for the nine middlemen as it does for Mel.

But Mel simply found herself a reason to abandon the role of middleman.

After all, she also believed that in that situation, if she didn't become a middleman, she wouldn't survive.

But becoming a middleman would mean taking Lin's place.

For Lin to survive, for Lin to feel less guilt, that's why she said those words.

After all, if she had fought for it, Lin would not have stood a chance against her.

She and Lin were genius Mutators from the same era. Although they had not yet reached the realm of Saints, in the Book of Chaos left by the God of Difference and Chaos, Zhou Baiyu knew that the God of Chaos had expectations for three Mutators—

Mel, Lin, and Yu Ji.

Mel was an all-rounder, a genius who despised mutation; besides her powerful mutating abilities, she was strong in all aspects.

Lin was a genius with outstanding achievements in mutating abilities.

But in the end, Mel was more powerful because—Lin was too lazy.

"I see, that being the case, Sister Mel, we can be considered fellow disciples, haha."

Zhou Baiyu thought he still should try to close their gap a bit.

Mel said:

"As a man on his deathbed, I'll take your words as the delirium of the dying."

A man on his deathbed?

Zhou Baiyu's expression grew serious:

"Where exactly is the pollution source?"

"In a place that is nearly impossible for you to enter alone."

As they discussed the serious matter, Zhou Baiyu's attitude became quite earnest:

"Please tell me how to resolve this, senior. Pioneers do have some use, right? We have reversed quite a few futures, and the situation for humanity is actually much better than before, isn't it?"

Mel clearly perceived the implication of Zhou Baiyu's words.

Without the Pioneers, humanity's future would certainly be dire.

But Mel said:

"Guess what, the last time we met, what was the original motive of the train?"

This question came somewhat unexpectedly. Zhou Baiyu was stunned for a moment, then realized:

"Huang Miu."

"Yes. On the surface, it was you saving Huang Miu, and we chose you. In reality, everything was also an observation we conducted on Huang Miu."