Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

An hour ago, Lin Ci'an stood in the intelligence department of the tower headquarters, tapping the mission report on the holographic projection screen with his fingertips.

Summary of the Mission to Clear Spiritual Pollution at Border Outposts

Executor: A-level Sentinel Team (Captain: Qin Su)

Result: The pollution source was successfully decontaminated, with no casualties.

——Chu Ziyu’s name was completely erased, and Lin Ci’an’s contribution was compressed into a line of small words: “Guide Assistance”.

"Explain." Lin Ci'an's voice was as cold as ice.

The intelligence officer pushed up his glasses and said in a formal tone, "Guide Lin, the higher-ups believe the details of the S-level sentry mission are confidential and shouldn't be made public."

"confidential?"

Lin Ci'an sneered, "Are you talking about how Chu Ziyu killed nearly a hundred contaminated bodies by himself and almost died on the bottom three floors?"

The intelligence officer's expression froze, obviously not expecting him to confront him directly.

"You should be familiar with the rules of the tower."

"S-level achievements belong to the tower, and A-level achievements belong to the individual."

(really.)

Lin Ci'an's fingers tightened slightly.

In his previous life, he had vaguely sensed that the tower was deliberately suppressing the influence of the S-level.

Several senior officials exchanged glances, and one of them, a white-haired old man, slowly stood up, his rank insignia flashing coldly on his uniform.

“Guide Lin.”

The old man rapped his knuckles on the table, his voice commanding without anger, "Watch your position."

The mental pressure surged like a tide, and beads of sweat oozed out of the back of Lin Ci'an's neck, but he still kept his back straight.

The black cat spirit stood at his feet, its fur standing on end and growling, resisting the invisible oppression.

“Where do I stand?”

Lin Ci'an sneered, "Watching your partner, who has been through thick and thin together, have his achievements erased, and you're still applauding?"

"enough!"

The old man suddenly shouted, and the pressure of the S-class sentinel collapsed like a mountain, "You have no right to break the rules of the tower—"

"Lin Ci'an."

A calm voice came from the door.

Chu Ziyu leaned against the door frame, his right arm tied with a strap, his silver-gray uniform draped loosely over his shoulders, his whole body exuding a careless and tired look.

His eyes were indifferent, as if he had expected this scene and was too lazy to even express his emotions about it.

“Stop it.”

He said calmly, "This isn't the first time this has happened."

Lin Ci'an turned around and looked at him: "What do you mean 'not the first time'?"

Chu Ziyu didn't answer, but walked in slowly, the soles of his boots making a slight sound on the floor.

The spirit of the snow wolf followed behind him, its golden eyes sweeping over everyone present with an almost indifferent scrutiny.

The old man's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and his tone softened: "Zi Yu, you've come just in time. Please persuade your guide not to be so serious."

Chu Ziyu chuckled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Yeah, there's no point in being so serious, right?"

He walked over to Lin Ci'an, tapped the report on the table with his fingertips, and said in a calm tone that was almost sarcastic: "What the tower needs is a 'controllable' S-level, not a 'hero'."

Lin Ci'an stared at him intently: "You just admit it?"

"if not?"

Chu Ziyu tilted his head slightly, his silver hair falling down, covering half of his expression. "Make a scene? And then what?"

His voice was soft, but like a blunt knife, it slowly dissected a cruel reality.

"The Tower won't change the rules; it will just think we're restless."

He raised his eyes and looked at the old man. "Then the next mission will become more 'dangerous', until we 'accidentally' die in the line of duty."

The smile on the old man's face froze for a moment.

Lin Ci'an clenched his fingers, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Chu Ziyu just calmly withdrew his gaze, reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve: "Let's go, it's meaningless."