Full-time Creation Master

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No one spoke; only the sound of combat boots striking the ground echoed in the empty passageway.

The electronic screens on both sides of the corridor were playing the Level 2 alert order on a loop, flashing red lights that made everyone's faces look particularly serious—the news of Bai Rou's death had already spread like a virus among the base's rumors!

Although he didn't stay at the Shanghai base for long, he left a deep impression on people!

So kind at heart, always holding goodwill towards everyone!

The little girl who always followed Chu Ming with a smile, handing him hot milk.

Her departure was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples filled with suppressed anger and sorrow, and also, fear!

As Chu Ming walked through the corridor, Gao Yucai and the others who were walking towards him suddenly stopped in their tracks, straightened their backs, and saluted.

His subordinates and agents behind him also saluted, their eyes red.

Full of emotion, brimming with tears!!!

Chu Ming simply nodded slightly, said nothing, and continued walking toward the morgue without stopping.

He could feel the gazes behind him, filled with worry, awe, and a hint of unspeakable fear—they all knew what a raging storm was brewing in the heart of this leader who usually kept his emotions hidden.

The morgue's temperature control system hummed softly, and the air was filled with a mixture of formaldehyde and a faint floral scent.

Chu Ming walked to the door, glanced at the two guards and the forensic doctor standing there, and frowned slightly: "You all go out."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

The guard and the forensic doctor exchanged a glance, silently saluted, and quietly withdrew.

The heavy metal door closed slowly behind them, shutting out all prying eyes.

On the dissection table, Bai Rou lay quietly, wearing her favorite pale yellow dress.

The mortician clearly put a lot of effort into smoothing out the tear stains and bruises on her face.

Her originally pale cheeks were lightly blushed, and her lips were pursed with a natural pink, making her look like she was asleep. She was still that fair-skinned, gentle-eyed little girl.

Her hands were folded over her abdomen, her fingers curled up as if she were still holding something.

Chu Ming stood in front of the stage, silent for a long time, his gaze tracing her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her slightly pouting lips—this was the first time he had looked at her so closely, so earnestly, inch by inch.

But I never expected it to happen in such a setting.

A powerful spiritual force surged within him, almost breaking through his sea of ​​consciousness.

The subtle, leaking spiritual power of the 8th realm shook the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. base as if it were under the apocalyptic might of heaven.

He instinctively wanted to reach into her body to see the scars he couldn't even imagine, to trace the pain she endured in her final moments.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch her skin, he suddenly stopped.

Then it recoiled as if it had been burned.

Chu Ming closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing violently; he dared not.

"I'm afraid too!"

"I thought I had fate in my grasp, and I would have no more regrets or fear..."

"I never thought I was still human! I can be scared!"

He feared that the precise mental power would be like a scalpel, peeling away the carefully maintained calm facade of the mortician and revealing the bloody truth beneath; he feared that those cruel scenes would be forever imprinted in his mind, crushing even the last vestige of beautiful thoughts.

"Silly girl..."

He crouched down, his voice low and hoarse, as if it had been sanded clean, "I told you to be quiet, didn't I tell you to wait for me to come back?"

My fingertips gently brushed against her cool hair; the touch was so soft it made my heart flutter.

"Why are you so disobedient..."

He remembered the love letters she would hand him, blushing every time she confessed her feelings; he remembered Bai Rou's unwavering devotion to him after they finally became a couple, never refusing anyone; he remembered the warm milk she secretly left in his office...

I remember her always saying, "Brother Chu, I can protect myself."

"Is there anything wrong with being a canary?"

"I'm perfectly content just looking at myself every month!"

Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears. "Protect yourself? Is this how you protect yourself? How foolish..."

That night, Chu Ming locked himself in the morgue.

There was an unopened bottle of strong liquor on the table.

The spirit brewed from the fountain of life is strong enough to intoxicate a monarch, something he never touches and needs never to touch.

cough cough...

He unscrewed the cap, and the pungent liquid poured down his throat, burning his esophagus and triggering a violent cough.

He drank recklessly, glass after glass, suppressing his willpower and physical efforts to clear the alcohol until he was dizzy and his vision blurred. The alcohol overwhelmed his reason like a tidal wave, and washed away all his pretenses.

"Wait... everyone wait..."

Chu Ming lay slumped on the table, his cheek pressed against the cold surface, his voice muffled and reeking of alcohol.

"Dare to touch my people... I'll make them wish they were dead..."

"I'd rather... I'd rather you were still that little girl who followed me around all the time... and kept bothering me so much..." he

"If I'd known, I would have tied you to my butt!"

He muttered to himself, his voice growing softer and softer until he finally collapsed drunk on the table.

His head was still tightly furrowed, as if he were in a dream, feeling sorry for that silly girl named Bai Rou.

The room was eerily silent, save for the occasional ripples in Chu Ming's shadow when he stirred with emotion...

Certain individuals who have long lurked in the shadows: ...the undead vampire Lester, the Shadow Wolf King Altagos...

"......."

The next morning.

The air at the Shanghai branch base still carried the earthy smell of last night's rain, a heavy weight pressing on everyone's hearts.

The atmosphere was a bit somber; even the rainbow hanging in the sky seemed to have lost its luster.

Chu Ming pushed open the door. The corridor lights were pale, reflecting the wet stains on the floor, which looked like solidified tear tracks.

Not far down the corridor, three figures were touching the ground with their foreheads, their posture extremely humble.

Behind them, six weaker sub-monarchs or pseudo-monarch demons also prostrated themselves on the ground.

The entire corridor was silent, save for the sound of their suppressed breathing.

Kneeling on the far left is the Grand Monarch-level Werewolf Lord, Gerham, whose gray-black fur is disheveled.

His usual imposing demeanor was completely gone, and he reeked of the strong, overpowering smell of expensive liquor, which hadn't even completely dissipated.

Hearing Chu Ming's footsteps, he suddenly raised his head, his blue beast eyes filled with bloodshot veins, showing obvious panic and regret.

A low sob escaped his throat: "Lord Chu... I am guilty..."