Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The picture suddenly stopped and jumped to the monitoring of the experimental cabin—

(At this time, the Tower Council is on site)

The gambling interface on the big screen was forcibly switched - and it was still playing.

Faces identical to the tower's missing guides floated in hundreds of incubation chambers, and each chamber was marked with [Symbiotic Guide Extraction Progress].

At the same time, all the screens in the tower were playing at the same time.

"Thank you, Lord Horn, for the live broadcast."

Chu Ziyu's panting voice came through the bracelet, "I believe everyone has seen clearly, where are these 'kidnapped guides'?"

"Now, the entire tower knows that their chief inspector... is a live experiment trafficker."

In the central square of the tower, a giant holographic screen suddenly flashed, and Horn's voice exploded like thunder.

"One hundred low-level sentinels and guides in exchange for one S-rank Chu Ziyu—quite a bargain, isn't it?"

The crowd froze instantly.

A guide mother holding her child suddenly screamed, "That's my sister's number! They say she died at the border!"

She pointed at a pale face floating in an incubator on the screen, trembling all over.

In the D-class sentry dormitory area, the old public screen was crackling.

An old sentry who had lost his right arm stared at the incubator marked "Abandoned" on the screen and suddenly smashed the bottle of wine in his hand. "My brother didn't die in battle, he was drained dry by them!"

Inside the White Tower of the Guide Academy, young students gathered in the auditorium.

"That's a third-year senior!"

A student pointed at the trembling guide girl on the screen and said, "She suddenly dropped out of school last month..."

In the conference room, Horn's face had twisted into a terrifying blue-gray color.

&34;Do you think this is the end?&34;

Chu Ziyu held up his bracelet towards the camera, a countdown ticking on it. "The locator you personally gave me... is now tied to the Red Scorpion's arsenal."

Amid the deafening explosion, Lin Ci'an picked up the exhausted sentry and jumped out of the window.

As they fell in the rain of fire, Chu Ziyu bit the guide's earlobe with his last bit of strength:

&34;Now...it's time to take me back...to settle the score...&34;

The tower was handled quickly and "fairly".

Horn was executed, but all evidence pointed to his "personal behavior."

The system is still strict and the hierarchy is still clear, as if nothing has changed.

(The tower still stands tall, but its foundation has begun to decay.)

A remote town far away on a garbage planet

Chu Ziyu lazily leaned on the worn sofa, holding a crumpled wanted poster in his fingertips:

[Wanted: S-Rank Sentinel Chu Ziyu]

Crimes: Illegal possession of a dangerous spirit (Snow Wolf), suspected theft of confidential tower documents (unspecified), violation of Sentinel Code of Conduct (terms unknown)

"They didn't even bother to come up with a decent excuse."

He scoffed and threw the wanted poster into the fire.

Lin Ci'an walked out from the shadows, playing with a pair of metal shackles in his hands - those were the "souvenirs" they brought out from the arena.

"You don't seem worried at all?"

He asked slowly, his voice dangerously soft.

Lin Ci'an stood in the shadows, his eyes fixed on him.

(He's like this again—)

(Putting oneself in danger casually.)

(As if... he doesn't care if I worry or not.)

Lin Ci'an's fingers unconsciously stroked the metal shackles, and the cold touch made him calm down a little.

Chu Ziyu tilted his head to look at him, his silver hair falling on his shoulders: "What are you worried about? The tower can't even find where we are now."

(See, that's it.)

(Always careless.)

(You never need me.)

"I don't mean the tower."

Lin Ci'an's canine teeth gleamed coldly in the dim light. "You acted on your own."

Chu Ziyu was pressed on the rough wooden table, his back against the cold surface.

His silver hair was disheveled, and his Adam's apple moved slightly with each breath. Lin Ci'an's fingers clasped his wrist, his mental tentacles entwined like chains, pinning him to the spot.

&34;I said—&34;

Lin Ci'an's canine teeth pressed against his glands, his breath burning. "If you dare to take risks alone again, you will bear the consequences."

Chu Ziyu turned his face away, and his knees pushed his legs as if in unconscious resistance: "What I do has nothing to do with you."

(here we go again.)

(This is a tone of drawing a line.)

The mental tentacles suddenly tightened.

The pain shot through his nerves like an electric current. Chu Ziyu groaned, but deliberately tilted his head back, exposing his neck more thoroughly: "Is this all you can do?"

Lin Ci'an's eyes suddenly darkened.

He needs a deeper scar, a more painful mark, preferably one that is engraved into his soul and can never be erased.

Lin Ci'an's mental power forcefully broke into Chu Ziyu's sea of ​​consciousness.

The snow wolf spirit was originally lying lazily on the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness, but upon seeing this, it immediately raised its hair and bared its teeth and growled.

The black cat spirit stepped out from the shadows, its tail swishing dangerously.

——This is the most private control the guide has over the sentinel.

Chu Ziyu's breathing became disordered, and his fingers dug deep into the wooden table: "...cheating."

Lin Ci'an chuckled, and ran his fingertips over the unhealed bite marks on his glands: "This is called 'education'."