Origin Paradise!

The Bureau of Order's control extends throughout the entire Great Xia Dynasty. Currently, the deputy heads of various local departments must be Golden Beings, while the chief of operations are mostly ordinary heroes.

Among them, the silver being Gu Wen, whom he encountered during the Bronze Age, is now stuck at the peak of the silver realm, unable to awaken the golden will, much like an ink painting, encountering a critical juncture in the era.

"Time is a cruel knife, cutting down even the most outstanding talents," Chu Fuqiang sighed.

Jiang He: “…”

Bang bang bang!

As the mission teleportation time was about to expire, the three life support pods activated almost simultaneously.

In the leftmost cabin, a kind-faced and shy young monk sat up, his hands tightly gripping a string of prayer beads. He looked quite nervous, yet possessed the strength of a peak-level Golden Realm monk.

Not far away in cabin number two, a woman in red stood up, carrying a longbow and quiver on her back. Her expression changed slightly for some reason, and she exuded the same aura of the peak of the Gold Realm, sharp as a sword.

In cabin number four, between Chu Fuqiang and someone else, the old man in brocade robes slowly rose, holding an ancient battle sword in his hand. His level was as high as LV70, revealing his strength as a sub-hero.

"It turns out they were all acquaintances."

Chu Fuqiang enthusiastically introduced everyone.

"This person in cabin number one is the direct disciple of the head of the Buddhist and Taoist Committee, the bald monk Sujing."

Including Jiang He, everyone turned their gazes toward him. It was rather abrupt to unleash such a powerful attack upon first meeting, as the Buddha Head was undoubtedly a legendary life form.

The young monk blushed slightly and said, "Esteemed benefactors, you misunderstand. My ID is Sujing Little Bald Donkey. You can just call me Little Bald Donkey."

The old man in brocade robes remained silent; shouldn't he be called Su Jing?

Chu Fuqiang continued, "This person in cabin number two is a legitimate member of the Mi family, Mi Qianshang, who is skilled in archery."

The old man in brocade asked, "Since you are a member of the Mi Clan, you must have mastered the Seven Absolute Body Techniques, right? The renowned Seven Trees of the Mi Clan seem to be your incarnations."

The legendary inheritance, Seven Absolute Bodies, splits into seven upon death, each incarnating from its original aptitude, endowment, and destiny, with the strength of each incarnation reduced to zero. Then, through cultivation, they merge again, gathering the strength of the seven bodies to revive and return, provided that the soul was unimpeded at the time of death.

It is worth mentioning that, due to the Seven Absolute Bodies splitting into their main bodies, each incarnation's aptitude is inevitably mediocre. However, as a top-tier inheritance for avoiding disasters and calamities, Mi Qianshang was able to escape the aftermath of the God-Making Plan entirely thanks to this.

"Nothing to do with you."

Mi Qianchang glanced at the person indifferently. Two of her avatars had fallen victim to the other party's poisonous hands. At such close range, Mia and Mina's memories were clearly visible, but now that they had been revived, the cause and effect were naturally wiped away.

"This person in cabin number four comes from the eastern border of our Great Xia Dynasty—the Land of Words and the Sea of ​​Music. His name is Po Zhenzi. When we first started cooperating with the Bureau of Order, Senior Po Zhenzi killed a red-named player and has now become a sub-hero."

The old man in brocade robes nodded. With a sub-legendary figure in his own literary and artistic world, he was naturally qualified to cooperate with the Bureau of Order. However, the nature of their cooperation was borderland, and they were extraordinary forces that had been annihilated and secluded from the world in the last time.

"As for the guest in cabin number five, he is nominally the garrison commander of Anping Town under our Order Bureau. He has a good reputation and upright character."

Chu Fuqiang said seriously, "I need to emphasize that this mission is extraordinary. If it weren't for the priority and oversight rules of the Origin Mission, the regional head or even the legendary saint currently on duty might have already arrived."

"During the mission, please try to minimize damage. The people around the Tai Sui Group have not been completely evacuated."

"Finally, let's add each other as friends."

No one objected.

Ding Ding Ding!

Soon, a ringing bell sounded in the room, and a mechanical female voice came from a corner broadcast.

"It's mealtime. All survivors, please arrive at the hall as soon as possible to eat. It's everyone's responsibility to cherish food. After the meal, we will begin the ticket lottery for Dream Island. Let's work together to create a new life."

Jiang He got up and walked straight out of the room.

Inside the lobby, the dining tables are clean and tidy, and the fitness area not far away is fully equipped. The behavior guidelines on the surface of the load-bearing columns are complex, requiring everyone here to exercise regularly to ensure their health.

In a corner of the hall, burly men in black, armed to the teeth and with cold expressions, made it look more like a prison than a corporate headquarters.

"No less than a thousand people." Chu Fuqiang walked out of the room and looked around. Everyone was wearing white uniforms. The broadcast had been going on for a short while, and the dining table was already full.

"What is the longevity service?" Jiang He asked.

He sat down at the nearest table, where a showerhead-like mechanical pipe gushed out a rice paste-like food, full of dietary fiber, vitamins, and protein. It was nutritious but not exactly delicious, like animal feed.

Chu Fuqiang hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It's nothing more than organ cultivation. Flesh Chainsaw has mastered the relevant technology, and the cultivated organs do not reject them."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky.

"We players might not care, but some people do."

"What are the specifics?" Jiang He asked again.

Chu Fuqiang shrugged and replied, "I don't know. Respecting players' skills is a rule that the Bureau of Order has always followed. Just like we won't investigate the recipes for the bombs you made before, patent rights are still quite important."

The two finished their lunch perfunctorily, while the other three players did not follow. In the Golden Age, everyone had a certain amount of mission experience and survival skills, so whether or not to join a group depended on their own abilities.

Not long after, the little bald monk shared a piece of intelligence.

[The Quiet Little Bald Monk: Dear benefactors, the management has named the people here the New Humans. Five years ago, when the cataclysm began, the outside world was filled with calamities and pollution. The survivors fled to this base and chose to collectively amnesia in order to forget their pain.]

[Besides the Tai Sui Group's base, only Dream Island can be considered a paradise in the world. Only the group's top executives and lucky winners in the lottery can go there. In addition, out of humanitarian considerations, women in labor have the privilege of going directly to Dream Island.]

Mi Qianshang said in the team channel.

[Qian Chang: Collective amnesia is not entirely voluntary; it's either forced by external forces or out of necessity. When I tried to erase my memories of my alter ego, I always encountered fierce resistance.]

[Breaking the Formation: Daily tasks are currently underway. If the timing is correct, then the so-called catastrophe is just a lie about herding cattle and sheep. I tend to believe this initiative is forced by external forces, and there's a problem with the management here.]

“Farming means that value can be harvested; commodities are simply for selling.” Jiang He took a sip of fruit wine and rinsed his mouth.

If the Blessed Land of Gluttony produces nothing, he will not expend the effort to raise ordinary creatures. The same principle applies to first-tier hero players.

Chu Fuqiang's expression was not good. The difficulty of daily tasks is usually not high for gold players. This time, it was only because it involved the Flesh Chainsaw that it had a special prefix. But when he thought of the Tai Sui Group's main service and the new humans in this place, dark associations immediately surfaced in his mind.

At the same time, the broadcast started again.

"Please participate in the lucky draw after your meal."

The hall, which had been quiet since the start of the meal, suddenly became lively. The faces of the new generation showed joy and anticipation as they all gathered in front of the raffle table.

Not long after, the lucky winner was chosen.

The winner of the prize to travel to Dream Island was a thin, middle-aged man who danced wildly in front of everyone.

"Finally, finally it's my turn!"

"Finally, I can say goodbye to you bunch of wooden dolls!"

"You can stay here for the rest of your lives, haha!"

Dream Island is a paradise full of happiness and joy, where there is no need for daily exercise or to fill one's stomach with disgusting food. Some new humans harbor jealousy, which turns into anger when the thin middle-aged man makes a crazy provocation.

"Teach him a lesson!"

"You haven't arrived at your stop yet!"

"Beat him to death!"

Chaos erupted in the crowd. Amidst the pushing and shoving, a woman in labor fell to the ground. Several burly men in black quickly opened fire. In the oppressive atmosphere, the woman in labor cried out in pain yet with a mixture of pain and joy:

"I am free!"

"My child and I are free!"

Soon, the lucky ones and those about to give birth were taken away.

[Qian Chang: Everyone, come to the work area immediately!]

In the lobby, without waiting for anyone else to reply, Chu Fuqiang instinctively sent a message after seeing the exclamation mark.

[Strength is my life: Received]

……

Half an hour later.

The five players each used their own methods to sneak into the work area and meet up.

The Tai Sui Group is located in the eastern part of the South China Sea, near the sea. However, the new humans are not dealing with ordinary fish, but with a kind of half-human, half-fish monster, which is strong evidence of the calamity.

Jiang He took another look and confirmed that, like the creature Wu He had captured and brought back to Yuwang City, it was roughly at the bronze level before it died.

"So Miss Mi sent us here just to see the descendants of the ancient gods?" the old man in brocade robes said. "There should be something else too."

Mi Qianshang pointed her jade finger at a beautiful young woman working and said in a low voice, "Her surname is Lan. She is the daughter of the chairman of a Lan family business in Bianjing. I have an avatar who used to attend a private school with her. I can confirm that she has not disappeared recently. Given how much her parents dote on her, it is impossible for them to send her here to suffer."

Then, she pointed to a young man and said, "This man, surnamed Wen, was a college classmate of one of my avatars. He has a very powerful background, of course, referring to someone extraordinary."

Faced with thousands of new employees, Mi Qianchang pointed out four or five people in succession.

"His extensive network of connections is truly awe-inspiring," Chu Fuqiang remarked.

“They’re either rich or noble,” Jiang He said calmly. Resources become more concentrated at higher levels. With Mi Qianshang’s guise as a member of the legitimate Mi family, and having some interactions with them in life, things aren’t actually that complicated.

“Secretly impersonating someone, using flesh and blood clones, creating non-player counterparts, or simply disappearing without a trace,” the old man in brocade robes said. “There are no more than ten possibilities.”

Based on the longevity service, everyone had already reached a conclusion, but they couldn't be completely certain yet. It was necessary to understand the environment before fighting the Flesh Chainsaw. If it was a covert substitution, it meant the trouble was far more than that.

“Someone just won the chance to go to Dream Island,” Chu Fuqiang suggested. “Why don’t we go take a look? The Flesh Chainsaw might be on Dream Island.”

Chapter 550 A Deadly Enemy

In the corridor near the top floor of the Tai Sui Group building.

Jiang He activated the All-Encompassing Demon Eye to guide the way.

The little bald monk Su Jing used a secret technique called "Greedy Appearance Locking Ignorance Curse" to conceal everyone's aura.

The five men brushed past the burly man in black several times before finally arriving at the departure cabin that the group claimed to be. The relatively cramped room was filled with medical equipment, and two medical personnel were busy attending to them.

"It's a pity, I guess there won't be a Dream Island anymore," Jiang He said.

Four people stood at the door, watching as a medical worker completed the delivery. Before the exhausted woman in labor could speak, another medical worker injected an IV into her vein.

Chu Fuqiang's eyes widened in anger, and he was about to step forward when the old man in brocade robes raised his hand to stop him, and whispered:

"What we are facing is a hero who wields power. Our greatest advantage is that the enemy is in the open while we are in the dark. Even if the target loses his heroic body and goes completely mad, it does not mean that there is no danger."

“I can understand the ethics of your Order Bureau, but you also need to understand my determination to survive, and what threatens my survival is the enemy.”

The old man in brocade robes said in a deep voice, "Are we enemies?"

Chu Fuqiang remained silent. "I'm sorry, I was naive."

Mi Qianshang also advised, "If we can't resolve the Flesh Chainsaw, the mission will fail, and the Legendary will have to intervene. You can only hope that they are benevolent, because the repercussions of suppressing the rebellion won't make the Legendary pay the price. Ultimately, they are the ones who set the rules."

"Amitabha Buddha," the little bald monk murmured.

As the woman in labor died, the medical staff picked up the newborn, ignored the others, and went straight to the luxury room opposite the departure cabin. A well-dressed couple had been waiting for a long time, and they looked at the newborn with joy on their faces.

“This lady looks just like someone about to give birth,” Mi Qianshang sighed softly.

"Flesh and blood cloning," Chu Fuqiang said grimly.

After the couple left, a cart came along carrying the thin, middle-aged man who had won the grand prize earlier. His abdomen was ripped open with a bloody gash, which was left unstitched because it was unnecessary; his heart was missing.

Medical staff trolleyed thin middle-aged women and women in labor to be disposed of, a process they handled with practiced ease.

As an S-level supplier, Tai Sui Group has formed a complete industrial chain, constantly multiplying like Tai Sui itself. One can imagine what kind of interest groups exist behind the scenes.

The old man in brocade robes pondered for a moment and then said, "If we can kill the Flesh Chainsaw, what should we do with the Tai Sui Group?"

"What do you mean?" Chu Fuqiang narrowed his eyes.

The old man in brocade robes spread his hands and said, "What is consumed is only clones, which are no different from tools. You can think about how many major problems such as human trafficking, medical accidents, and unnatural deaths this group can solve. Although it is bloody, it is beneficial and has no drawbacks."

“Since ancient times, it has been better to dredge than to block water. These clones can take the place of the living beings in the present world and suffer, can’t they?” The old man in brocade robes said sincerely, “I can’t think of any drawbacks, unless you can make the buyers who have the need and the ability to do so willingly wait to die.”

"A thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole." Chu Fuqiang coldly distanced himself from the other party.

“You’re just after the Tai Sui Group.” Mi Qianshang sneered. “What would a monk say?”

“Cloning non-humans brings no karma,” the little bald monk replied, head bowed.

"Where is that guy?" Mi Qianshang asked, her expression slightly blank.

The group turned around and were surprised to find that the person had vanished without a trace.

……

Tai Sui Group, at the top.

Jiang He sat on the edge of the rooftop, her dark eyes looking down at her surroundings.

The enemy is an omnipotent being without the body of a hero. For him, the difficulty of hunting is far less than that of the Wrathful Immortal, after all, the latter has 80% total damage reduction and the power of the scales.

"You can't expect anything from a team that isn't your own."