Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

Upon waking from her dream, Wen Ying immediately forgot about the person's earnest advice.

With her holiday over, she became busy again.

Every year at the end of the year, the crime rate soars, as if they've agreed to meet their targets. The Superpower Bureau also uses this time to conduct level tests on all registered superpowered individuals and prepare to recruit new members.

After the initial thousand or so superhumans were dispatched to various regional divisions, the Superhuman Ability Bureau, under the guise of "preparing for a rainy day," conducted new selections frequently, still on a voluntary basis.

After several rounds of research and development testing, the risks of "FOM" have been reduced to a minimum. To date, the success rate of "FOM" conversion has increased to 21.9%. The Superpower Bureau has further relaxed the conditions, stating that those who acquire superpowers will be immediately recruited, while those who fail will receive generous compensation. The Superpower Bureau will be responsible for the rest of the life of a person in a vegetative state.

People flocked to participate in the experiments, after all, everyone knew the influence of the term "superhuman" in today's world, and the level of respect they received from society was unmatched by ordinary people.

According to statistics, the number of people with superpowers registered in the world today has exceeded 20,000. In the past three years, the number of times people have called the Bureau of Superpowers hotline has almost exceeded that of the Public Security Administration.

Superhumans are about to become true global police.

"I feel like I've become a real ox or horse," said Ye Weiyi, who ran up and down the hill sixteen times in a row.

Although she came here with Ye Weihan, Ye Weihan grew up very quickly, while Ye Weiyi, as a fourth-level water-type ability user, did mostly logistical work and rarely went on missions.

Aside from the difference in level, she and Ye Weihan also have many overlapping skills. What she can do, Ye Weihan can also do, and may even do better.

Therefore, Ye Weihan was cultivated as a promising young talent to be the head of the welcoming team, while Ye Weiyi was just an ordinary master of balancing things.

Occasionally, she would involuntarily feel a sense of "why did Heaven create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang?" For example, right now, Ye Weihan went out to save the world, while Ye Weiyi stayed in this building, responsible for guiding the newcomers to the experiment into the elevator, and incidentally making tea and running errands.

"Boss, do you think I can successfully upgrade this time?" Ye Weiyi held Wen Ying's hand, her tone slightly sad. "It's been two years. Even that guy Ye Weihan has jumped from a weakling to the seventh level, but I'm still stuck. Is my precious youth only good for boiling water and making tea?"

Wen Ying's right hand was held by Ye Weiyi, and she signed with her left hand. After signing, Ye Weiyi patted Wen Ying's head and said, "Don't be sad. No one understands the control of water temperature better than you. Only you can brew tea at 52.1 degrees Celsius."

"Your comforting words are so perfunctory..." Ye Weiyi grumbled, then got rubbed a couple more times. She picked up the kettle, "I'll go make you another cup. What temperature do you want today?"

Just as Wen Ying was about to answer, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhao Xiyi walked in: "Something's happened."

Ye Weiyi immediately shrank back behind Wen Ying. Zhao Xiyi didn't even see her little action and turned on Wen Ying's computer on her own.

Zhao Xiyi typed on the keyboard, and a video popped up.

It appears to have been recorded with a handheld device; the footage shakiened a few times before gradually stabilizing. On the screen, a building is billowing black smoke and burning fiercely. As the camera zooms in, you can see a hand reaching out from inside a glass window, calling for help.

Two superhumans were floating in mid-air. One of them manipulated the wind, climbed the steps, and pulled a man and a woman out of the building. The superhuman carried the two down quickly. Just before touching the ground, the superhuman suddenly leaned back and then did a backflip with them.

"Fxxk... Is he trying to show off? At a time when lives are at stake?!" The voice of the person recording the video came from the screen.

The person recording gave the middle finger to the wind-type ability user, and then the camera returned to the floor where another ability user who manipulates the air was still standing.

People kept reaching out their hands, pleading with him to rescue them first, but for some reason, the superhuman seemed to be frozen in mid-air, motionless.

"Damn it, what is this guy doing?"

The person recording shifted the camera and focused on the face of the superhuman. In the blurry image, the superhuman's expression briefly went blank. The next moment, he suddenly became terrified, raising his left and right hands to examine them repeatedly, and forcefully pounding his chest, as if something terrible was coursing through his veins.

He clutched his head, as if trying to resist something. The wind-type ability user who had just brought the rescued person back to the ground returned to his side. Just as he was about to approach, the air-type ability user suddenly shook his head frantically and opened his mouth silently at him, forming the shape of "NO".

But it was too late. As if propelled by something, the air ability user's body suddenly erupted with enormous energy. With a boom, the airflow rushed towards the already crumbling high-rise building, and also towards the wind ability user who had not yet escaped.

The building collapsed instantly, and those hands reaching out of the windows fell down with the debris and wreckage amidst the soaring flames, leaving only stiff arcs in their wake.

The screen shook again, and countless voices came through it. People screamed and scattered, and the person recording was running: "I don't know why this is happening. God help me, their proud abilities seem to have gone out of control..."

The office was quiet. Wen Ying's brows were furrowed, and Zhao Xiyi's expression was also not good.

Ye Weiyi crouched behind the seat, feeling a little intimidated. The young woman in front of her, named Zhao Xiyi, was the head of the monitoring team of the Z country division of the Supernatural Abilities Bureau.

Although she was an ordinary person who had never been injected with "FOM", Zhao Xiyi held a position comparable to Wen Ying's. She usually maintained a superior attitude and was always at odds with Wen Ying.

As Wen Ying's subordinate, Ye Weiyi was also targeted many times.

However, it seems that all the people appearing in this video are foreigners. We can't blame the boss for the trouble caused by other branches, can we?

Ye Weiyi was lost in thought when she was suddenly called out.

"You." Zhao Xiyi glanced over, noticing the small water bottle in Ye Weiyi's hand, her voice sharp and sarcastic, as if coming from her nose. "Go out and buy two cups of coffee, less ice, no sugar, no milk."

Ye Weiyi gripped the kettle handle, intending to muster her courage to refuse Wen Ying's unreasonable request, but Wen Ying said nothing, her attitude seemingly tacitly agreeing. Ye Weiyi had no choice but to put down what she was holding, clutch the card Zhao Xiyi handed her, and walk out.

Close the door behind you when you leave, giving them space to argue.

"What happened yesterday, the video went viral online at first, but it was deleted overnight. This copy took me a lot of effort to get." The footsteps faded away, and Zhao Xiyi's voice rang out.

Wen Ying dragged the progress bar to the part where the air-powered individuals were frozen in mid-air and asked, "What's the situation with those two now? Has the authorities given an explanation?"

"They are unconscious and will most likely become vegetative. The M state division's explanation is that the two men were under the influence of marijuana and were not thinking clearly, but this explanation is completely unacceptable to the public."

At this point, Zhao Xiyi paused, crossed her arms, and leaned against the table. "After all, everyone knows that the Superpower Bureau conducts tests every year at this time."

Therefore, the Bureau of Superpowers changed its wording, claiming that the two superpowered individuals injected an excessive amount of "FOM" in their eagerness to upgrade their levels, but were unable to control the sudden burst of energy, which caused the situation to spiral out of control.

“It’s full of lies and riddled with loopholes,” Wen Ying said.

Although becoming a superhuman or advancing in rank is inseparable from "FOM", the Superhuman Bureau has always maintained strict control over "FOM".

Apart from the annual testing period, applying for "FOM" requires going through layers of approval, and even the injection is carried out in a special laboratory. If it weren't for the core figures and researchers who created the Bureau of Superpowers, no one else would have the opportunity to come into contact with "FOM".

“It’s not FOM, nor is it a loss of control over his superpowers.” Wen Ying stared at the screen, where the enlarged image showed the superpowered person’s pupils dilating into a deep, dark black. “I’m more inclined to believe that he’s being controlled.”

"A psychic?" Zhao Xiyi's expression immediately turned cold. "This air-type ability user has already reached the eighth level. Unless it's a psychic ability user of the same or higher level, he won't be easily controlled. But psychic ability users are rare, and advancing is very difficult. As far as I know, there are currently no psychic ability users in the world who have reached the eighth level..."

"You said it yourself, that's as far as you know. What if someone is deliberately trying to hide it? We still know too little." Wen Ying copied the video to a USB drive.

As she pondered, her fingertips unconsciously traced the outline of the ring. "However, since they've given this explanation, it seems a shame not to take advantage of it."

Zhao Xiyi raised an eyebrow: "You want to use public opinion to create momentum? Don't blame me for not reminding you, the public's indignation can only burn themselves, not shake this building, because the darlings of God don't care at all."

"Of course I know, and I don't intend to do that." Wen Ying tossed the USB drive back into her pocket and said softly, "I just want to plant a seed of clarity for the future."

Not long after Zhao Xiyi left, there was another knock on the office door.

"Come in." Wen Ying looked up and saw Ye Weihan appear at the table carrying two cups of milk tea. She was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Why did you finish so early today?"

"I encountered only minor problems. I found two sets of dentures for an elderly person on Yueshui Street, rescued a kitten that had climbed to the top of a tree and couldn't get down, mediated several family disputes, and assisted three kindergartens in carrying out anti-trafficking operations. As a result, all those children followed me. They were even easier to fool than Ye Weiyi."

After Ye Weihan finished her report, she took out the milk tea, placed one cup on Wen Ying's table, and looked around: "Where's Weiyi?"

"She went out to buy coffee, didn't you run into her?"

Ye Weihan shook her head, sat down on the sofa next to her, and fiddled with her phone for a few moments.

The little red dot on the screen was flashing a kilometer away from the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities. He sent Ye Weiyi a message: "Why do you have to go so far to buy coffee?"

“For this year’s level test, I arranged for you to be scheduled for last. After you finish injecting FOM, bring Wei Yi to see me immediately,” Wen Ying suddenly said.

"Hmm." Ye Weihan responded, withdrawing her gaze from the small red dot: "By the way, when I came back just now, I met a few unfamiliar faces in the lobby on the first floor. They didn't look like newcomers."

"Really? Then they were probably sent from above. The CEO was recently transferred, and the position is still vacant."

Ye Weihan looked at Wen Ying, who remained calm and continued to handle the documents with composure. For the past two months, Wen Ying had been the head of the dispatch team on the surface, while also taking on management duties. Everyone assumed that she was the undisputed boss of the branch.

But now that several parachuted-in troops have been sent, clearly to fill the vacancies, Ye Weihan felt a little uneasy: "I always thought your promotion was just a matter of time, it was just a formality away."

“Our healing abilities have always played a supporting role, like liberal arts students. How could we possibly hold real power?” Wen Ying didn’t seem too disappointed as she shut down her computer. “Besides, I never intended to devote myself to the Superpower Bureau. Standing too high would only restrict my actions.”

Ye Weihan paused, seemingly wanting to say something but unsure how to express it.

Wen Ying didn't notice his hesitation. She leaned back in her chair for a while, rubbed her dry eyes, and picked up her milk tea: "Let's go, it's time to get off work."

As I was going downstairs, I ran into Zhao Xiyi, who was still fuming, in front of the elevator: "It's already evening, and the coffee still hasn't been delivered. Has that girl been staying at the store with my card?"

Wen Ying glanced at her watch; it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. The sky was overcast, and the moon had not yet risen.

Ye Weihan fiddled with his phone behind her. The red dot was still at the kilometer mark, more than thirty minutes had passed. He frowned, said to Wen Ying, "I'm going to find her," and jumped out of the open window without waiting for the elevator.

"..." Zhao Xiyi was speechless for a few seconds, then said to Wen Ying, "One is impatient and the other is naturally naive. How could twins have such extreme personalities?"

Wen Ying also expressed her incomprehension. Zhao Xiyi wanted to say something more, but when the elevator reached the floor, several unfamiliar faces from the afternoon were standing in the elevator car looking out. She stopped talking and walked in with Wen Ying one after the other, standing at opposite ends playing on their phones without saying another word.

As soon as Wen Ying got into the car, she received a call from Ye Weihan.

The latter sounded anxious and uneasy: "We found Ye Weiyi's phone, but she's not here. The coffee shop wasn't even open today."

"Look around the neighborhood, don't worry, I'll be there soon," Wen Ying said. "Your ability is approved."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ying stared at the wide road, as if lost in thought for a moment.

Several people passed by and walked towards the parking space on the other side. One of them looked at her curiously through the car window.

Wen Ying snapped out of her daze and glanced at him indifferently. The man gave her a somewhat childlike smile, then jogged back to his companions and began discussing something with them.

Ye Weihan's second phone call came in, her voice tinged with disappointment: "I can't feel her..."

"Head southwest." Wen Ying gave him a direction, and the car drove forward, exiting the gates of the Supernatural Abilities Bureau. "I'm on my way."

-

The trees towered into the clouds, their layers upon layers of leaves pressed together, preventing even a ray of light from getting in.

Having lived in this city for eighteen years, Ye Weiyi had never discovered that such lush vegetation grew in the suburbs, to the point of blocking out the sky.

Everything around her was shrouded in darkness, but thankfully she had put on night vision goggles beforehand.

This thing was designed to look like a contact lens, and it contained a recording device. After blinking, Ye Weiyi's vision became clear. She straightened up slightly and looked out through the bushes.

Before me were all sorts of trees whose names I didn't know, with thick trunks covered in vines, their dark green roots intertwined and covering an inverted triangular building.

Not long ago, Ye Weiyi was sent out to buy coffee, but the shop that Zhao Xiyi often went to was not open. She wandered around the neighborhood for a while and unintentionally turned into an alley.

Several vans, which looked like ambulances, were parked in what seemed like an inconspicuous alley. People dressed in white coats carried stretchers covered with white sheets. They went around to the back of the vans and opened the trunks, revealing a dozen or so black cloth bags of varying sizes piled inside.

The white sheet on the stretcher was suddenly pulled off, revealing a lifeless face—it was a corpse!

The man in white casually pulled him out, put him in a black cloth bag, and stacked him in the carriage like cargo.

Taking advantage of their unpreparedness, Ye Weiyi quietly crept over and used a water blade to cut open the small openings of several of the cloth bags. Her pupils contracted instantly, revealing that they also contained human limbs.

What kind of business are these people in?

Footsteps suddenly sounded beside her. Before she could think, Ye Weiyi dodged to the side. Someone got into the car and sat in the driver's seat.

"Today... there are more men... fresh... very valuable..." came the intermittent voices from ahead.

Ye Weiyi was about to call the police when she felt in her pocket and realized that her phone was missing.

She was going to get yelled at. She sighed inwardly, but still took out her night vision goggles, held her breath, and decided to continue her stakeout in the carriage.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, the road began to become bumpy. Through the car window, Ye Weiyi could see the forest in the darkness. Based on the conversation between the two people in front of her, she deduced that they were about to reach their destination. She pried open the top of the car, broke open the sheet metal, and climbed out.

Following the tire tracks on the ground, we arrived at this uniquely styled building.

The two men just unloaded the bags from the car and left. Vines stretched out from under the building, and the bags were swept away in an instant, leaving only shallow marks on the soil.

Did the vines help people move around inside the building, or had they already eaten the corpses? A question arose in Ye Weiyi's mind.

She wanted to get closer to see more clearly, but a chill suddenly ran down her spine.

Ye Weiyi slowly turned her head, and a young man appeared behind her at some point, his cold gaze looking at her indifferently through his mask.