I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

"So not only for our Ark, but also to deal with these lackeys, we are gathering manpower in various regions and eras—there is no time left, we need your help, please join the Reconstruction Hand, for our glory and future."

“Tingting,” Li Lin said, wondering if he had misheard, “what’s the name of your secret cult?”

Why is this sect's name exactly the same as the one I picked out on Mansu a couple of days ago? Luckily, there's no patent fee for overlapping names in esoteric sects.

"We are not a secret cult; we will eventually step out from behind the scenes of history and into the limelight." Forget-me-not was slightly displeased. "We are the Hand of Reshaping; we will reshape all things in the tide, and the banner of the secret arts and its inheritors will eventually fly above the radiance."

Li Lin's dark eyes remained calm and unwavering: "What if I refuse?"

“Then our peace may have to come to an end for now.” Forget-me-not’s expression froze slightly.

Li Lin is least afraid of threats.

He puffed out his chest, raised his head, and shouted, "Fine, throw me out then! Even if I, Li Lin, die outside, even if I jump out of here, I won't do a single thing for you!"

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"I'll do it! I'll help you with whatever you do!"

In the gray mist, Li Lin clung tightly to the edge of the dining table with both hands, while a group of Reconstruction Hand disciples dragged him by the lower body, nearly tearing his pants apart.

Li Lin never imagined that one day he would be threatened by such a shameless person. It's like the hunter who gets pecked in the eye by the goose.

"Alright, release Mr. Li Lin now." Forget-me-not waved her hand with satisfaction.

The two disciples released the struggling Li Lin. As he brushed off non-existent dust from his body, he frowned and complained to the two disciples, "Honestly, don't you even know how to be gentle with women?"

No matter how you look at it, Li Lin is completely unrelated to Xiang Heyu.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss..."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The two disciples, whose forms were indistinguishable from human beings, lowered their heads and apologized honestly.

"Have you agreed to join our great cause?" Forget-Me-Not asked Li Lin again.

"Can I refuse?" Li Lin stared at him with dead fish eyes.

"can."

"Then I agree."

Just as I was about to tell my members to continue, I realized that Li Lin had already agreed.

The somewhat relaxed Forget-Me-Not couldn't help but exclaim, "This statement doesn't seem to make any sense."

"You actually think a mentally ill person can be logical?" Li Lin said in an incomprehensible tone. "I know someone at the Yongcheng Sanatorium, want me to introduce you?"

Forget-me-not smiled knowingly, and his disciples silently emerged from behind him, holding a metal tray with three items on it.

A brand-new ID card, a mask shaped like clasped hands, and a folded black publication.

"Then, welcome to Reshaping Hands."

"Your identity card represents your unique identity in the Reinventing Hands. With it, you can freely enter and exit any Walden Pond bar and quickly reach different times and locations through different Walden Pond bars."

"The mask is a necessary tool for listening to us, our mentors—it is a mandatory requirement limited to mortals. Through this mask, they can share our great ideals and thereby exercise our authority on earth. We do not require it for mystics and extraordinary individuals, but when you wear it, it may be able to turn the tide at a crucial moment."

"This newspaper, 'Silence,' is dedicated to reporting news from the mystical world. It is updated on the first and fifteenth of each month and is published by the Silent Bookstore, which controls the circulation of all mystical books in the Awakening World. Few lone practitioners in the mystical world can obtain this automatically updated publication; only organizations and official forces of sufficient size can receive a fixed amount."

Forget-me-not calmly explained, "As for yours, we have already processed a 30-year annual pass for you in one go."

These are not freebies without a price.

"Can I go back now?"

“If you’re worried about your house being unattended, don’t worry.” Forget-me-not chuckled softly. “We’ve already provided housekeeping services for you twice before.”

"Walden Lake Bar has a large space where you can live normally without worrying about being pursued by the Vienna police. We will not impose any restrictions on you beyond that."

After that, the Hand of Reshaping really stopped restraining Li Lin, and didn't even send anyone to watch over or follow him.

Of course, they wouldn't be completely at ease.

Li Lin carries the identity card of the Reshaping Hand, which can continuously report his location, allowing Forget-Me-Not to monitor Li Lin's movements at any time.

Since the bar owner had said that he was free to move around, Li Lin didn't stand on ceremony and strolled over to a rather quiet bar counter that was reserved for internal staff.

The twilight outside the window was no longer so bright, and the starry sky was gradually filling the night. The female bartender at the bar politely asked Li Lin what he would like to drink.

After picking and choosing for a while, Li Lin took two Scottish oranges the size of volleyballs and turned to leave.

This fruit is created by an invisible force; it not only looks beautiful but also emits a pleasant aroma.

"Two shillings, please swipe your card," the female bartender said politely.

Li Lin squinted and said, "What's wrong with me eating two pieces of your fruit? I'm doing you a favor. You still dare to ask for money? Put the bill on your bar owner."

Master Li is very busy, for example, eating fruit without paying, not flushing the toilet, changing the background music in the bar to a gay recording, and hiding around a corner to dump a trash can on the head of a passing disciple, etc.

Some believers and disciples, suffering greatly, dared not offend Li Lin and could only sneak up to Forget-Me-Not to vent their grievances by complaining.

An hour later, Li Lin was called to the second floor of Walden Pond Bar.

Are you very free?

When asked about forget-me-nots, Li Lin maintained his smile, which never changed.

"Hmm... guess?"

"Besides recruiting talented individuals like yourself, we also select elites from ordinary people. Some members are currently taking classes; would you be interested in teaching them?"

"Class? Me?" Li Lin thought he'd heard a joke.

Forget-Me-Not nodded slightly: "Of course, of course. You are the hunter who seeks the Key to Imagination. From London to Kiev, your reputation in the mystical world is like a light in the dark."

I didn't even know I was so awesome. Considering that Wuwang was flattering me, Li Lin didn't sabotage him by killing a thousand enemies while losing ten thousand of his own, but reluctantly agreed.

......

"OK, guys, all eyes on me! Look at me, look at me! I have something to announce, I am—"

Realizing he was about to make a slip of the tongue, Li Lin hurriedly changed his words: "I am your new professor, you can call me Dumbledore Riddle."

This name, which might seem rather obscure to some, wouldn't attract much attention in this era, but Li Lin's unusual entrance still drew everyone's attention to him in the underground classroom.

"At your boss's insistence, I'm here to give you a unique lesson. The content of the lesson is..."

Li Lin picked up the fluorescent pen, which had been imbued with an invisible spell, and pressed it onto the blackboard. Suddenly remembering that his system only had a language translation function, he casually tossed the tip of the fluorescent pen at some unlucky guy in the front row.

"Listen carefully," Li Lin pointed at the unfortunate guy who had been shot in the head.

These ordinary people who volunteered to join the Reconstruction Hand all wore the same mask with their hands overlapping, making it impossible to see their actual appearance.

Ignoring the whispers from the audience, Master Li began to speak eloquently.

"The course content is about how to combat invisible magic."

"The art of the invisible is the application of secret teachings, and secret knowledge is the foundation of the art of the invisible. Adding the right influence can catalyze the effect of the art of the invisible. Secret teachings, influence, and the art of the invisible form an equilateral triangle. For mortals, it is difficult enough to understand them, let alone fight against them. Neither destroying the ultimate art of the invisible nor targeting the secret teachings in the minds of superhumans is practical."

"For you, there is only influence. Correct influence can enhance the invisible magic, while incorrect influence can suppress it. So how do you create influence? If the mystic on the other side is about to unleash the invisible magic, then the correct thing to do is to drive a dump truck to the door of his magic workshop the night before last and kill him when he comes out."

Li Lin spread his hands and placed them on the table, looking around at the group of masked newcomers: "All kinds of martial arts, this is just a dump truck."

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The members were somewhat uneasy, probably because Li Lin's dump truck not only lacked the hazy beauty of the mysterious world, but was also extremely simple and crude.

Even the most powerful gangs in civilized Italy like Sicily or Los Angeles in the New World wouldn't resort to such unscrupulous methods.

One student raised his hand: "Then, Professor Dumbledore, what if the target I'm trying to solve doesn't leave the house?"

His words, spoken beneath the mask, were somewhat muffled, but everyone could hear the underlying worry in his voice. Without a doubt, the vast majority of mystics and superhumans had their own workshops, which served as both research sites and fortresses to defend against enemies. Fighting in their own workshops amplified their power.

"Ning Ke is such a brainless idiot," Li Lin said, pointing his finger at him with exasperation. "Since they've already gone that far, why don't you just go along with them?"

"Setting fire to the mountains, breaching river embankments, causing earthquakes, blowing up the city's sewers and septic tanks... and then reporting it to the official organizations, pinning all the blame on them. The more widespread the impact, the more likely it is to provoke the officials' anger."

"Dragon Group, National Security Bureau, MI6, Anti-Suppression Bureau... these official organizations have a certain tolerance for wild secret sects. After all, without wild monsters as experience packs, how can those official superhumans level up? What we need to do is keep provoking the authorities and strive to become good citizens in their eyes. That way, every time we anonymously report something, the authorities will trust us."

"A hundred kinds of martial arts, this is just using someone else to kill."

The members were discussing it animatedly.

Another student stood up and asked, "What if the target also has the same idea as us and wants to use this method to harm us?"

This is a terrifying thing. Once the Reincarnation Hand sets a precedent for anonymous whistleblowing, all the mystics, superhumans, and secret organizations will start scrambling to smear each other... even going so far as to cross the boundaries between the mystical and civilized worlds, just to smear their opponents in front of more people.

It is foreseeable that the already precarious order of the mysterious world will be thrown into turmoil once again, and an era in which everyone is in danger has arrived. Isn't it somewhat similar to the Dark Forest?

With a hundred kinds of martial arts skills, this is the era of intimidation.

"Do you think the authorities would believe an anonymous whistleblower of unknown origin, or a reputable social work organization with a good reputation among the masses?" Li Lin sneered. "Besides, for the authorities, these secret cults, mystics, and roadside superhumans are not a threat at all. Your enmity with the nations is completely different from the nations being your enemies."

"The official goal is always to maintain stability. The ruling class is almost incapable of cleaning their own backside. In order to maintain a certain level of efficiency in their rule, they allow a certain amount of weeds to exist in the garden. But when the weeds threaten the survival of the flowers and shake the foundation of the entire garden, then the gardener will come with the lawnmower."

"That's what state powers do. They only act in the most stable way, but when obstacles arise, they won't hesitate to crush them. Destroying you is none of your business."

Li Lin's last words left the classroom silent for a long time, and a somber atmosphere permeated the room.

Behind the golden curtain on the second floor, Forget-Me-Not stared at the transparent tablet in her hand and let out a deep, indignant sigh.

Aren't those high-ranking officials just like that?