I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

"Oh my, you can feel it even over the phone?"

"Eh."

I was just saying it casually, how did I manage to hit the nail on the head... Could it be that my departure from the battlefield that time actually brought some good things?

"Sister Mo Sheng, tell me what's been going on these past few days."

"Where have you been all this time? You don't even know about something this important."

Mo Sheng first scolded Yan Zimo for his faults, and then explained the reason: "Li Hao has reached the ninth level."

"Oh, okay, I know. Li Haoyi, I know him, he's at the ninth... level—?!"

"Yes, this is the first case of an eighth-level ability user successfully transforming after undergoing mutation. It's the first case of its kind in the world!"

No wonder Mo Sheng was so happy. During this period, a new ninth-rank expert was born in China, which was definitely a powerful remedy for the current situation!

Yan Ziming nearly dropped the phone, grabbing it hastily as she asked, "No, no, Li Haoyi had some kind of mutation before? How come I didn't know?"

"Nonsense, only I and a few other seniors knew this news, including Mu Mu. She probably didn't tell you."

"......"

"Oh right, Murong Haiyi has also broken through to the eighth level. Be careful not to let him surpass you."

"He broke through too!?"

I still remember how his White Emperor Sword left a deep impression on Yan Ziming. Mo Xin once said that after he broke through to the eighth level, she might not be able to suppress it anymore, which shows how powerful that sword, which was transformed from a white tiger, was.

His fighting ability must have improved to a higher level now.

Yan Ziming suddenly felt a bit like she was in a dream.

She and Ye Qianxue had only been gone a short while when the outside world seemed like another world. Murong Haiyi had reached the eighth level, and Li Haoyi, who was about to be overtaken by her, flew a plane at the next bend, leaving her far behind.

Li Hao's accumulation at the eighth level must be very profound, but there is still a distance between him and the ninth level. This mutation has allowed him to ascend to the clouds in one step.

Is it a crisis, or an opportunity...?

Recalling Liu Mengxian's words, Yan Ziming experienced the meaning of those words for the first time.

Nothing is more convincing than the birth of a ninth-tier powerhouse.

"Sister Mo Sheng, there's something else I want to ask you, about that matter concerning me..."

"...Why do you have to bring up the very thing I don't want to talk about? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

Yan Ziming couldn't help but cover her face, quietly waiting for the moment the verdict would be delivered.

"Your act of leaving the battlefield midway to call for reinforcements had both merits and demerits. After a resolution by the higher-ups, it was unanimously decided not to pursue the matter further."

huh?

Calling for reinforcements?

"Wait, wait, Sister Mo Sheng, I—"

“Some things are better left unsaid, as long as we understand them.” Mo Sheng suddenly said.

She knew very well that Yan Ziming hadn't gone to fetch reinforcements or do anything beneficial to the battlefield.

In terms of behavior, it was essentially no different from deserting in the face of battle.

The most despicable type of person in a group is this kind of person. No matter how many reasons you have, you can't let your teammates down for the sake of others!

If you want to leave, then leave! You didn't even give us a moment to react. What is this if not premeditated murder?

Regarding Yan Ziming's actions, Mo Sheng, being a member of the military, had many opinions, but it was also true that they were saved because of Yan Ziming, so Mo Sheng was still willing to believe in Yan Ziming.

"Uh, no, I meant to ask..."

"Stop talking nonsense and just be happy. If it weren't for the Black Calamity intervening to set the course of the battle and attributing all the credit to you, you could be working for nothing for the rest of your life!"

Has Si Mo made a move?

Yan Ziming was stunned. She hadn't even had a chance to settle accounts with that sadistic little girl who had schemed against her, but she had given her a big gift first.

Tsk tsk... If I hadn't checked and found out I was pregnant, wouldn't I be letting her down after all she's done for me?

Ptooey!

She caused the trouble in the first place, so she should be the one to deal with it. There's no question of apology or not!

"The government has already refuted the rumors about you at the societal level, but you should still avoid being too high-profile recently. Let's talk about it after this topic has passed."

"......Thanks."

"Remember not to make the same mistake again next time. Do you know how disappointed Senior Yan Shan was when he found out about this?"

"Uncle..."

Yan Ziming's eyes dimmed.

She understood Yan Shan's expectations of her and always hoped that she could take over his responsibilities and lead China to glory.

But her position had already been decided long ago, and she was destined to be out of Yan Shan's reach.

"He wasn't implicated, was he?"

"No, but I don't know what he himself thinks."

"...Please tell him I'm sorry."

"Okay," Mo Sheng replied.

Perhaps feeling that the topic was too heavy, Yan Ziming changed the subject and asked, "Speaking of which, what progress has been made in the domestic understanding of people with superpowers?"

"very good."

Mo Sheng's mood brightened again, but she also felt a little sad.

"Senior Zhou Ye truly gave his all... Even after his sacrifice, he left behind such a valuable asset. Thanks to this trump card, the situation is much better than it was at the beginning. In addition, we have also announced successful examples of the transformation of mutated individuals, plus Li Haoyi, such a trump card... We have no worries in the country!"

Mo Sheng almost exclaimed the last four words.

The Chinese leadership played this card swiftly and ruthlessly. Although coincidence played a significant role, the fact remains that China has achieved a stage victory.

"If there's no worry domestically, then there must be trouble abroad?" Yan Ziming asked with a hint of schadenfreude.

“Indeed, in other countries, especially those guys in the West, people with superpowers and ordinary people are almost at odds. I’m really worried that these allies might not be able to help us at all, but instead cause us trouble.”

Yan Ziming wasn't particularly interested in the word "ally," and instead asked, "Is there any news about Xian'er?"

That's what she most wanted to ask.

Liu Mengxian has been gone for some time now, and there's been no news of this elusive woman. Nobody knows what she's been up to.

She was prepared to be disappointed, but Mo Sheng's answer surprised her.

"I was just about to tell you this."

Chapter Ninety-Eight Transfer

Upon learning of Xian'er's existence from Mo Sheng, Yan Ziming became anxious again: "Tell me quickly."

"Just yesterday, she killed a Sequence-level mutated species within the United States. You know, now many people in the public think that your sudden departure from the battlefield was to go and show off your prowess in the United States."

Even through the phone, Yan Ziming could imagine Mo Sheng's teasing expression. He coughed awkwardly a few times and said with a wry smile:

"Let's not talk about this anymore, Sister Mo Sheng."

It's unbelievable that such a claim has even spread. If it weren't for the official Chinese government's clarification, it would have escalated into an even more outrageous news story.

I'm only at level eight now, and you're already praising me so highly. I'll be in even more trouble when I fall down!

But thinking about it, it's not surprising.

Liu Mengxian's superpower is the same as his own, both being lightning. Given that she is unknown to the world, it's normal for the Chinese people to think that it's him.

"Alright, alright, let's talk about something else. Guess who the original form of that sequence-level mutated species was?" Mo Sheng suddenly said mysteriously.

"Who else could the United States have besides those four old geezers...?"

"You're so stupid! If it were that simple, would I be asking you this? Don't you even use your brain!"

Yan Ziming gritted her teeth in anger, feeling unwell again. Just as she was about to retort, Mo Sheng's explanation made her swallow her words.

"It's that guy from India. He caused the fall of the United States not long ago because he was in the country. That's the guy."

"...Our good neighbor has really had a lot of misfortunes! His only hope for restoring his country is gone."

"If it weren't for His Majesty's presence, the United States would probably have suffered no better losses than them; losing a city would have been the least of their worries."

Mo Sheng remarked that in today's world, China is probably the only country with the capability and confidence to contain a serial killer.

China's high-end combat force is truly formidable. Despite losing Zhou Ye, they've gained Li Haoyi, bringing their total to six ninth-tier fighters, two sequence-level fighters, and the Soul Heaven master who occasionally "disappears." With such a lineup, they dare say they're second to none in the world.

Only they dare to say they are not afraid of sequence levels; as long as there are not multiple instances at the same time, they are basically safe.

After chatting with Mo Sheng for a while, she suddenly asked, "I was just about to ask, were there any strange noises coming from your end?"

"......"

Yan Ziming blocked the microphone.

To be honest, there were indeed some strange noises, the kind that could easily lead people to think the wrong thing.