Yu Sheng's vision trembled violently once again, accompanied by a flurry of chaotic exclamations and harsh noises. It seemed as though the cultist, who was trapped in the dreamscape, was experiencing intense emotional upheaval. With the surge of emotions, Yu Sheng was stunned to see that the dreamscape didn't collapse immediately, but instead began to reveal some...

Unimaginable, terrifying, and disquieting scenes.

He saw the abandoned warehouse collapse in front of him, along with the ground and sky gradually cracking. The black figures that surrounded the ritual site melted into the air one by one, morphing into large clouds that rose and expanded. Hidden things within the subconscious of the cultist "leaked" out due to the imbalance in the dreamscape, wantonly displaying their existence in front of Yu Sheng, the "parasite"——

Yu Sheng saw a massive projection, like a gigantic egg, floating above the debris formed by the torn-apart warehouse. He also saw that the surface of the "egg" had a metallic texture, and countless structures that resembled blinking eyes flickered intermittently along its ridges and grooves. He heard it humming, as if some enormous machinery were running inside it...

The next second, the giant egg floating mid-air exploded, with countless pieces of flesh frantically sprouting from its core. Tentacles surged out from its numerous cracks, hanging down from the sky and waving blindly in the air. Then, Yu Sheng heard a new sound—the crying of an infant...

Shaking, trembling, and shrieking, Yu Sheng suddenly felt his consciousness plummeting. As the sensation of falling struck him, he heard Erin's exclamation: "Holy shit, he's waking up!"

The tactile sensations of the real world abruptly returned, and Yu Sheng opened his eyes with a deep gasp for air, as if a drowning man had suddenly received a breath. Almost at the same moment, he turned his head to see the Angel Sect cultist, who had also opened his eyes wide and was gasping for breath.

Fear and fury appeared on the bald man's face. At this moment, he no longer had that superior, death-defying look of someone who had seen through life and death and transcended mortal beings. He glared at Yu Sheng, seemingly ready to pounce on him at the next instant.

Yu Sheng just calmly looked at him after standing up and then spoke in a deep voice after a brief pause: "An-Ka-Ai-La—what does this word mean?"

Unexpectedly, the cultist flew into a rage at these words, charging forward against the restraining device's electric shocks: "Your filthy mouth doesn't deserve to utter His name..."

The Angel Sect cultist had barely made it halfway when a large silver tail whipped through the air, striking him and sending him crashing into the nearby wall. Before Yu Sheng could understand what had happened, Hu Li had already transformed into a blur, pouncing and grabbing the cultist's legs, slamming him against the ground repeatedly. Finally, she casually tossed him aside. Seeing that he was barely breathing, she hastily used healing techniques.

The demon fox girl didn't say a word throughout, exuding a cold disdain at first, and then frantically clueless later on.

Erin was stunned, staring at Hu Li with wide eyes: "...You're quick to act."

"Just keep him alive, the rest is up to the Special Service Bureau," replied Yu Sheng, who had also come to his senses. He patted Hu Li's hair and turned to nod at the surveillance camera in the corner, "I'm done here."

Soon, he heard the mechanical sounds of the heavy gate opening, and Song Cheng and Baili Qing appeared at the door, with several armed guards by their sides.

Yu Sheng quickly walked over with Hu Li and Erin. Before Song Cheng could speak, Yu Sheng, with a serious expression, said rapidly, "Find a quiet place, the issue is quite serious."

Baili Qing gave Yu Sheng a deep look and nodded immediately: "Let's go to my office."

After another journey through the maze-like building, passing various corridors, elevators, and empty rooms, they finally arrived at their destination.

The most "mysterious" place in the Special Service Bureau—Baili Qing's office.

Contrary to Yu Sheng's expectations, it wasn't as luxurious or grand as he had imagined. Although the office was quite spacious, it was almost empty. Along the walls were necessary filing cabinets and a few screens, with a large oval table in the center. The only notable feature was the massive floor-to-ceiling window behind the desk, which seemed to be covered in an eternal mist. The scenery in the fog constantly changed—sometimes a city skyline, other times distant mountains, fields, or even an endless ocean.

The guards and other unrelated personnel like the secretaries and assistants left quickly, leaving only Yu Sheng's group, Baili Qing, and Song Cheng, who had wanted to leave but was ordered to stay.

"You can speak now," Baili Qing looked at Yu Sheng and said calmly.

Yu Sheng nodded: "Alright, I'll get straight to the point—those cultists worship what appears to be a Dark Angel that is either asleep or imprisoned. If I'm not mistaken, this 'Angel' is trapped within the 'Fairy Tales.'

Song Cheng's expression visibly stiffened for a moment, and after a few seconds, the corner of his mouth twitched. "… This 'mountain' is a bit sudden…"

Yu Sheng seemed not to hear Song Cheng's murmur and continued talking to himself: "I infiltrated that angel sect member's dream - because I found a loophole in his will, he was basically defenseless in the dream -

"I witnessed one of their gatherings and a typical prayer ceremony, they had more than just the two you captured, several members were hiding in the shadows; when they mentioned the 'Envoy' they follow, they said he was sleeping and needed to be 'rescued from the sea of suffering.' They also mentioned 'breaking out of the shell,' which is why I suspect their 'Lord' is trapped in 'Fairy Tales'…

"Additionally, I heard them mention 'containers,' which seem to greatly affect their Lord's successful descent or escape. The member of the Curious Object Association they bewitched was already influenced by the Dark Angel, initially becoming a devout believer, but was 'disposed of' because he didn't meet the 'container' standards. They reasoned that a non-standard convert would interfere with the 'Lord's' descent…"

Yu Sheng rapidly spoke one line after another, and Song Cheng's brows gradually knitted together. Even Baili Qing, who usually showed little expression, now had a few more degrees of solemnity in her eyes.

When it came to the term "Dark Angel," even the head of the Special Service Bureau couldn't remain relaxed.

"Have you figured out which specific Dark Angel those believers are following?" Baili Qing suddenly asked, "Any clue to the name or traits?"

"They repeatedly mentioned a word during the prayer ceremony, the pronunciation was something like this," Yu Sheng cleared his throat, recalling while making a strange sound, "An-Ka-Ai-La— probably like 'Anka Aela,' but with some brief tremors and echoes in between. I can't replicate it exactly, and I'm not sure whether it's the real pronunciation or if those cultists added it for ceremonial effect—because their sacrificial ritual ultimately failed, perhaps also due to using fake incense candles…"

Song Cheng: "…?"

Song Cheng completely didn't understand what Yu Sheng's last sentence meant.

Baili Qing's attention was focused on that oddly pronounced word. She frowned slightly, subconsciously repeating, "An-Ka-Ai-La, Anka Aela…"

"Does this name seem familiar to you?" Yu Sheng immediately looked curious.

"No, I have no impression, but this is the first time we've heard a 'name' of a Dark Angel," Baili Qing said seriously, "Until today, every Dark Angel we know of only has a 'code name,' such as 'Beauty God,' or 'Heka Star,' 'Tree Angel.' These were initially given by the first recorders based on their characteristics during their descent, but 'Anka Aela'... doesn't sound like a code name at all."

Yu Sheng instantly understood what Baili Qing meant.

He was a bit puzzled: "Then how do the other angel sect members refer to the 'Envoy' they follow? For example, the Beauty God and Heka Star you just mentioned, these two Dark Angels should have their own believers, right…"

"They also use code names directly," Song Cheng said to the side, "such as directly using the title 'Beauty God,' because angel believers were originally just ordinary people who fell into madness. Although they fervently claim to hear the 'Envoy's' voice, so far as we know, no Dark Angel has ever rationally communicated with their believers, let alone reveal their 'name' to mortals… In fact, we never thought those Dark Angels even had 'names.'"

Yu Sheng frowned, pondered for a while, then looked up: "So, it could be that those angel believers lurking in Boundary City have really 'connected' with a communicative Dark Angel and even learned its true name?!"

"But it could also just be another delusion from those lunatics," Song Cheng waved his hand. "Maybe they just took too many drugs, heard a whisper from a Dark Angel in their dream, and then over-interpreted and mispronounced the 'noise' as the 'Envoy's' name."

Yu Sheng's expression remained serious, indifferent to Song Cheng's statement.

"You can try interrogating that bald guy again," he said slowly. "His mind has already been broken once, and the secrets exposed in the dream, a person whose defenses are broken once will be easier to break again. Maybe you'll learn something—like his accomplices, and where the word 'An-Ka-Ai-La' came from."

"This matter should be left to the Special Service Bureau. We are more specialized in the regular interrogation process," Baili Qing nodded, then her gaze fell on Yu Sheng. "And you next…"

"That orphanage," Yu Sheng took a light breath. "Those angel sect members won't just stay quiet like this. If their 'Lord' is truly trapped in 'Fairy Tales,' they'll definitely make another move—Little Red Riding Hood's encounter with that trap might just be some kind of 'initial test.'"

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