Armor: I'm in Nava, but I'm Oxer?

Are we just going to leave like this?

Yuzu frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in her eyes, and as she walked slowly towards the car with Zhang Zhao and Ai Xuan out of the teppanyaki restaurant, she quietly asked this question.

"Of course, do you think we should be more involved?"

Zhang Zhao wore a relaxed smile, his eyes radiating confidence, as if everything was under his control. With his hands in his pockets and a leisurely pace, he said unhurriedly, "Things are like a play; they have to be done step by step. Bullets have to fly for a while, and wheels have to roll along their designated paths. As long as everything is progressing steadily on its predetermined track, then don't interfere for the time being. Only then can you achieve a relatively good result."

Zhang Zhao knew in his heart that it wasn't that he didn't want to solve all the problems quickly, but reality didn't allow him to do so.

Looking back, some of the things he did were like pebbles thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that subtly altered the course of the world.

No, it should be a giant rock.

What he is doing now is to carefully weave a closed loop so that all changes can have a beginning and an end.

According to his plan, if he guided things in a specific way, the outcome would unfold as he desired. At this moment, neither revealing his identity nor intervening to help Xiao Tian and the others was the right time.

At this stage, Xiao Tian, ​​though much more mature than the average person, still seems to lack a certain something to fully master the Shura Armor and achieve the feat of time travel. Even if Zhang Zhao could forcibly seize the Shura Summoning Device from Emperor Yan and give it to Xiao Tian, ​​allowing him to go back in time to save his parents, Xiao Tian would still find it difficult. This isn't for any other reason than that Xiao Tian still lacks that crucial spirit and energy, something that can be clearly detected at a glance. This is actually quite reasonable, considering that according to the original timeline, the story of the first episode might not even have begun yet.

Although we are currently in a special timeline that has been reset, from Xiao Tian's perspective, everything is almost exactly the same as before.

However, after all, how can a protagonist have maxed-out strength from the very beginning? Although Xiao Tian is much more mature than Xiao Fei and Xiao Gang, there is still a clear gap between him and the one who has undergone trials and tribulations and been reborn at the end.

Growth always requires time and experience to mature; it requires the individual to do something, to accumulate knowledge, and to transform themselves during this process.

"Okay." Yuzu sighed softly, slowly lowered her head, and her hair fell down, obscuring some of her expression.

However, she still chose to believe Zhang Zhao. Actually, Youzi was quite happy to have met Zhang Zhao.

Besides, hadn't Zhang Zhao already promised to help them find the cultivator? Thinking of this, Zhang Zhao raised an eyebrow, a confident smile spreading across his face. He quickly pulled out his phone, his slender fingers tapping the screen a few times before dialing a number. After the call connected, he used a small amount of his special privileges, ordering a full-scale search within Hope City for someone named "Qing Zizai." Not long after, the phone screen lit up; a message had arrived.

That's easy enough, since there's only one person in the entire Hope City named Qing Zizai, making the name relatively uncommon.

Take a look at the name "Zhang Zhao". Zhang is a common surname, and the character "Zhao" is not uncommon. You can easily think of the character "Zhao" if you mention it. If you really search, there will be countless people with the same name.

Zhang Zhao sent the address he received to the driver via mobile phone, then casually opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and the engine roared to life. Accompanied by the gentle sound of the wind, the car, carrying Youzi and Aixuan, slowly drove away.

"Aren't we going in?" Yuzu looked at the buildings receding into the distance outside the car window, then turned to Zhang Zhao, her eyes full of confusion. "No." Zhang Zhao focused intently on the road ahead, answering simply. "Do you want to be a broken record?" Zhang Zhao's lips curled into a slight, teasing smile.

Qing Zizai's arrival will inevitably trigger an exchange and sharing of intelligence, and they currently clearly possess far more information. Sharing this information means someone has to recount it in detail, and Zhang Zhao simply lacks the patience to repeat it or listen to it again.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself that humans are still too fragile in some ways. How convenient it would be if we could digitize memories directly, like in science fiction movies, and easily stuff them into the brain.

Moreover, they had other more important matters to attend to at the moment. The car sped along the highway, operating at the maximum speed limit, and raced towards their destination.

Soon, a magnificent building came into view, the four large characters "Ba Wang Group" gleaming in the sunlight. Zhang Zhao looked at the building, a scrutinizing glint in his eyes. He decided to personally inspect the internship situation of his subordinates. ... Inside the Ba Wang Group, in a spacious and bright office, An Mixiu sat at his computer, working intently. His slender fingers danced lightly across the keyboard, producing rhythmic sounds. Suddenly, he paused, a ripple of thought flashing through his mind. After seeing the general's order, An Mixiu was slightly taken aback, then quickly stood up, straightened his navy blue shirt, and strode hurriedly towards the group's building.

Not long after, An Miu Xiu, dressed in a navy blue shirt and trousers, appeared at the building entrance with a tall and straight posture. He immediately spotted Zhang Zhao and the two girls beside him, his gaze lingering on them briefly before he politely looked away. He was well aware of his position and etiquette, and would never ask questions he shouldn't. He simply wore a polite smile and respectfully said, "General, this way please."

Under An Miu Xiu's guidance, they stepped into the gates of the Ba Wang Group together.

Zhang Zhao remained calm, his gaze steadily sweeping over everything around him, as if assessing whether everything here met his expectations.

Yuzu curiously observed the crowds coming and going, a hint of tension and unease in her eyes. Everyone here seemed serious and hurried, as if they were all busy with important matters. She couldn't help but wonder to herself, were all the people working here incredibly capable?

Fortunately, Ai Xuan and Zhang Zhao were by her side, giving her some sense of security. Moreover, seeing An Mixiu leading the way, whose elegant demeanor suggested he held a certain position within the company, made her relax a little. As they ventured deeper into the company compound, Youzi gradually stopped keeping her head down…

Zhang Zhao couldn't understand how Ba Dou had managed to build such a vast business empire in such a short time. Could it be that the deals he made with the Shadow Protector not only changed his fate but also dramatically enhanced his business acumen? Could he really exchange such a life of extravagance for merely sacrificing his lifespan? If such a deal with the devil were truly possible, many would be tempted. After all, rather than living a mediocre life, why not take a gamble and perhaps usher in a different destiny? There are far too many failures like Ba Dou in this world, people who have stumbled and fallen in love with life.

As An Miu walked, he kept an eye on Zhang Zhao's expression and spoke up at the opportune moment, "General, my men did make some mistakes at first. After all, they've been asleep for 1000 years and haven't dealt with anything that moves in that time. However, they are from Ares, so their adaptability is quite strong. After learning a little about the current technology and how things work, they quickly got the hang of it. My colleagues in the department are all quite surprised by their progress." As he said this, the corners of An Miu's mouth unconsciously turned up, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, seemingly quite pleased with the performance of his men.

Living this kind of life is actually quite interesting.

"Anything else?" Zhang Zhao tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on An Mixiu, his expression calm, as if he had expected these situations.

"For example, asking if Shatarre has any special talent for games?"

Mi Xiu frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "We haven't found anything yet. He has never been exposed to anything like the games you mentioned before."

"So Sha Terui really is a genius who was trained quickly, defeating Xiao Gang. Is this what a true genius is?" Zhang Zhao muttered to himself, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

"How are their mental states?" Zhang Zhao's expression turned serious, his gaze fixed on An Mixiu. This was the question he was truly concerned about. Sending these Netherworld Legion soldiers out for internships wasn't simply to train their work skills; Zhang Zhao had a much deeper purpose: he hoped to strengthen the morale of these Netherworld Legion warriors through this method.

Upon hearing this question, An Miu Xiu hesitated for a moment, lowering his head slightly as he considered how to express himself accurately. After a while, he raised his head, looking at Zhang Zhao with honesty, and said, "Their...their mental state is currently quite good."

An Miu Xiu frankly admitted that perhaps because of his prestige within the Netherworld Legion, the other employees in the company always treated the four new interns with great patience and friendliness. This harmonious atmosphere gave them a sense of peace and tranquility, and their hostility seemed to have diminished considerably without them even realizing it—this was his immediate feeling. After all, the Gray Netherworld Squad had all been convicted of the same crime, and An Miu Xiu could completely understand his subordinates' feelings.

Zhang Zhao nodded slightly after hearing this, his expression easing somewhat. "That's good." "General, is there a new mission you've come to assign?" An Mixiu bowed slightly and asked respectfully. "We're just here to take a look. We'll be leaving now."

Zhang Zhao glanced around again, seemingly having obtained the information he wanted, before decisively turning away. "Are they...the monsters?" After leaving the BaWang Group and saying goodbye to An Mixiu, Youzi couldn't help but approach Zhang Zhao and ask in a low voice. Her eyes held a complex mix of curiosity and fear.

Just now at the company, she saw the polite Anmicius, Shaluk and Shatarei chatting amicably with their colleagues, and Shagula pouring water for a colleague. Through Zhang Zhao's previous conversation with Anmicius, she knew that these people had once shared similar identities with the monster inside her, but the ones she saw before her were not as violent as she had imagined.

“That’s right.” Zhang Zhao nodded calmly, his gaze fixed on the distance, seemingly deep in thought. “Then why are they different from that guy?”

Yuzu tilted her head, her face full of confusion, her little head seemingly filled with countless question marks.

Although she had never met Kula, she could sense from their brief conversations that Kula's volatile and irritable nature was impossible to hide. "You're telling me this is the same kind of creature?" "It's alright, we'll go check out something similar to her next." Zhang Zhao was referring to the guys in the Crimson Nether Squad.