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In the throne room, the man and the spirit fell into a long silence.

But amidst this somber atmosphere, the astral spirit suddenly burst into laughter:

"Ah, I'm getting old, I've said too much, Wang, please don't take it to heart."

"Actually, in your words, I am just a pre-written program. All the basic data is in the core of the ruins. It would be better if I disappeared, and I wouldn't be as talkative as I am now."

"I'll get everything organized in the next few days. If you need to look up anything in the future, just go directly to the database."

"Um."

Xiao Yun responded, lowered his head, and silently walked down the steps, seemingly lost in thought.

Just as he was about to walk out of the throne room, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the celestial being, his eyes filled with determination:

"Trust me, I will find a way."

The astral spirit stared blankly for a moment, watching Xiao Yun's departing figure, and then suddenly let out a long sigh:

"Another guy who likes to take on everything himself..."

From the inner ring, a blazing flame burst forth from the throne room, roaring as it crashed into Prison Number Two.

A wild flame flickered in Xiao Yun's eyes, and the mithril sword at his waist hissed as if it wanted to tear the entire world apart.

The surging thoughts in his heart brought with them a deep, oppressive pressure, squeezing his chest and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The two completely different feelings drove Xiao Yun almost insane.

The urge to kill was stronger than ever before; it seemed that only blood could alleviate the pain brought by the raging fire.

"Huffing and puffing—huffing and puffing—"

Xiao Yun was breathing heavily and walked silently.

However, the moment he stepped into prison, these emotions receded like the tide.

The raging fire suddenly died down, and the sword's cry fell silent.

Xiao Yun walked through the cold corridor, put down his sword at the cell door, entered the cell, stood in front of Wu Haowen, and smiled as he extended his hand:

"Let me introduce myself again, Special Agent Wu. I am Xiao Yun, president of the Idealist Guild of Ancient Capital University."

Wu Haowen slowly raised his eyelids, looked him up and down, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Heh, stealing the fruits of others' labor, do you even deserve to be called that?"

"Qi Huiming is a complete idiot. We allocated him resources and even put a strategy in his face, but he still managed to turn it upside down. What a waste of the guild leader's trust in him. If you ask me, even a dog would be better than him."

Wu Haowen pursed his lips, looked at Xiao Yun, and said calmly:

"I trusted Qi Huiming too much and was deceived by you, which is why I've ended up like this. But defeat is defeat. Do with me as you please."

After listening to what he said, Xiao Yun nodded and sighed:

"The life of an eighth-sequence professional is very valuable, but I'm not here to kill anyone or start a fight today."

"Oh? Trying to persuade me to surrender, or trying to extract information from me? Hmph, give up on that idea. We people of Worry-Free Land would rather die standing than live on our knees!"

Wu Haowen's expression immediately became excited.

Seeing that he still wanted to fight him, Xiao Yun narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

At the entrance, the mithril sword emitted a soft hum, as if it would be drawn at any moment and unleash a thunderous strike according to Xiao Yun's will.

But a few seconds later, accompanied by a soft sigh, the sword's cry abruptly ceased.

Xiao Yun waved his hand lightly, and the magic rope appeared out of thin air, breaking through the void.

hiss hiss hiss—

A blur flashed before my eyes, and my magical power surged silently.

Everything happened so fast that by the time Wu Haowen realized what was happening, he found himself bound like a rice dumpling.

Xiao Yun simply pulled over a chair and sat down, quietly watching himself.

"you……"

A flicker of surprise crossed Wu Haowen's eyes, followed by a shake of his head and a wry smile:

"With such strength, Qi Huiming's death was not unjust."

"Yes, if I could only read one science fiction novel in my life, it would probably be 'Dormitory Group Transmigration: My Intelligence Updated Daily.' He certainly didn't die unjustly, but not because I was stronger than him."

Xiao Yun said casually, then pulled out a thin booklet and tossed it to Wu Haowen.

"What is this?"

Looking at the familiar large characters on the booklet, Wu Haowen frowned, his eyes flashing with doubt and disbelief.

"Another World Survival Guide, Student Council Version"

Xiao Yun chuckled, casually untied his restraints, and gestured for him to browse freely.

Wu Haowen gave Xiao Yun a deep look, slowly reached out, picked up the booklet and flipped through it, his expression gradually darkening.

Especially when he turned to the last page and saw Qi Huiming's signature, he couldn't help but swear:

"Damn it, that idiot Qi Huiming dared to tamper with the survival guide! Who does he think he is!"

For a while, traditional Chinese arts were on full display, but after a while, Wu Haowen gradually calmed down:

"Hmph, I don't believe it. You made all this up to trick me into giving a confession. Qi Huiming may be incompetent, but he's from Wuyou Township and was personally appointed by the president as the branch president. He couldn't possibly do something like this."

"Oh, so you really trust your student council president's judgment?"

Xiao Yun smiled, casually pulled out a thick stack of evidence, and tossed it into his arms.

"Qi Huiming bullied the survivors of Ancient Capital University, took advantage of his early development to act arrogantly, secretly used human lives to force the creation of new class members, and finally killed hundreds of people to advance his own class..."

After a long silence, he raised his head, stared intently at Xiao Yun, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"I don't believe it. Qi Huiming is dead and can't testify. You can smear me however you want."

Xiao Yun chuckled, took a small, transparent ball from his pocket, and tossed it to him:

"Our local specialty, which we might call a 'photo recorder,' contains some clips. You can see for yourself."

Wu Haowen opened the recording sphere, looked at Qi Huiming's arrogant and domineering figure inside, and listened to those words, becoming even more silent.

"I don't believe it..."

"Fine, don't believe me if you don't want to. I can't force you to believe me."

Xiao Yun sighed softly, stood up, and quietly looked at him:

"I killed Qi Huiming, but he deserved to die. The reason I established the Ideal Country was simply because of the prevailing trend—Qi Huiming and the student council were so corrupt that someone had to stand up and lead everyone to survive."

"Whether you believe it or not, whether you believe in the carefree land behind you or not, it doesn't matter to me. I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do."

"From now on, if you want revenge, I'll accompany you; if you want to cooperate and help more people survive, I'll be happy to oblige."

Xiao Yun's calm voice echoed in the cell. Wu Haowen remained silent for a long time before raising his head and looking at Xiao Yun with a complex expression:

"What...do you mean by that?"

"That's exactly what you mean."

Xiao Yun smiled, opened the cell door and walked out. Standing at the door, he gestured for him to enter.

"You can leave now."

Wu Haowen frowned deeply, wondering what Xiao Yun was up to.

"Are you trying to trick me into going out so you can find a quiet place to kill me?"

"That's not right. Given the strength he's shown, why would he need to go through all this trouble to kill me?"

Wu Haowen remained silent for a long time, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him:

"Heh, he wants to show me their achievements here, so that I'll believe... no, he even wants to subdue me."

After figuring it out, Wu Haowen chuckled, stood up, and looked arrogant:

"This guy underestimates me too much. Me, a B-rank guild from Worry-Free Village, what haven't I seen? A C-rank guild at most, even if you offered me mountains of gold and silver, I wouldn't even bat an eye. You think you can subdue me? You're kidding me."

Wu Haowen walked behind Xiao Yun, his eyes full of mockery:

"No rush, no rush, don't laugh. I'll pretend to be smug first, and then give him a good thrashing when he's about to show off!"