Chapter 45: Overlooking the World

Overlooking the World

The good atmosphere was broken, the sentinel's eyeballs rolled three hundred sixty degrees, the pupils could no longer be seen, the whites occupied the eye sockets.

Then, slowly, a red branch-like thing appeared, rolling the eyeballs back, the pupils rushed to meet Fu Guang's gaze.

The muscles at the corner of her mouth were obviously pulled by something, drawing a twisted smile; the bones in her neck made creaking sounds, slowly turning backward.

"Go check if the remaining sentinels have arrived; today I'm tired."

"Those who have come, let them all go back." Fu Guang's voice remained gentle, but the content left the assistant momentarily unmoving.

She pursed her lips, somewhat hesitant.

Many sentinels registered under Lady Fu Guang's number; they had already been booked for the next three months. If re-registered, it's estimated that these few people this semester today would not be able to get a slot.

Moreover, Lady Fu Guang, although she usually works two days and rests five, still finishes seeing all the sentinels with full efficiency before resting.

She recalled her colleague's words: "Today work two days rest five, tomorrow work one day rest six, the day after tomorrow you won't need to come."

"Becoming a guide is really good; not only do you not have to work yourself to death, you don't even have to go to work."

"With a high salary, and sentinels all around when you go out, life is truly easy."

Lady Fu Guang usually doesn't have the arrogance of a guide; could it be that she's pretending?

But recalling the bloody wounds on people and the black aura surrounding them, the medic's creed to heal and save tore at her reason.

She knew it wasn't good to rebut a guide, but Lady Fu Guang was usually gentle, agreeing to small requests; could it be........

She was somewhat indecisive, her gaze turning to Sentinel No. 1, the dry-grass-like long hair partially blocking the sentinel's slightly turned face.

If a sentinel also spoke about this situation, would it be a bit better?

She didn't notice, amidst a chorus of creaking sounds, the eerie aura spreading over the frail sentinel about to turn and face her.

But Fu Guang discovered that this aberration obviously meant to tease the assistant.

It seemed to have noticed Fu Guang sensing something; the eyeball in the left eye socket was devoured down to just a layer of outline, red threads tangled into a ball, rolling incessantly.

It seemed to nauseate her; the red threads spread from the eye onto the face, looking through the eye socket, inside the skull the red branches coiled within.

Seeing Fu Guang unmoved, the newly arrived assistant became its new display target.

Even so, the sentinel still "lives".

She opened her upper and lower lips; it seemed the aberration didn't cooperate well, the skin on her face tore like a sheet of paper.

A red branch crawled out of her mouth, stitching the crack beneath Fu Guang's eyes like suturing thread.

The sentinel seemed unaware of its own bodily abnormality, continuing on its own according to its own thoughts.

"Fu......" she uttered extremely slowly, her tone drawn out; although she had no tongue, she somehow squeezed this tone from some organ, perhaps with the aberration's help.

Fu Guang's expression didn't change; she merely moved her legs slightly, adjusting her sitting posture.

The assistant is an ordinary person; if they saw this appearance, they would likely disturb the aberration, and then nobody would survive.

When her eyelids lifted, her aura shifted; the gaze that overlooked all things was unmasked, looking at the assistant like gazing at air.

Fu Guang with her aura fully open, merely sitting, could not be ignored.

The assistant felt some throat tightness, the brain roaring, as if seeing something that cannot be looked at directly.

Fu Guang looked at the assistant's appearance; her eyes twitched, her aura contracted.

Fortunately, now only a bluffing aura remains; her strength is trash, otherwise the pressure would be enough to tear her apart.

Fu Guang's pupils were light, looking at the assistant.

At this moment she looked like a lofty superior; after the assistant regained consciousness, their breath paused for an instant, not knowing what to do, they lowered their head.

She lowered her head; Lady Fu Guang's sharp, exposed gaze pierced her like a needle, causing goosebumps to rise on her neck.

"Life and death are fated."

"Assistant, do as I require, understood?"

A voice like gentle water, as if a basin of cold water poured over her, chilling to the core.

Fu Guang also said, "I want to concoct a potion; I need quiet, no living persons in the treatment facility."

"Yes." The instant rise of reverence kept her from daring to object.

Her figure turned and vanished in an instant; moments later, heavy footsteps of someone running came from the hallway.

Noticing the fleeing blood food, the aberration hesitated a moment, still turning its half-turned head back to look at the wondrous food that especially attracted its attention.

If the snack ran away, let it run; the feast cannot be discarded.

Fu Guang openly, under the aberration's watch, posted this notice to the treatment facility's group; it was also an order.

Fu Guang: Everyone leave the treatment facility; those who haven't left after five minutes will be treated as having stolen the relief agent's formula.

The White Tower regards the relief agent's formula very strictly; stealing it can be treated as treason.

Nobody will slight this message, even if it is so ridiculous and absurd.

Because of adjusting her aura, Fu Guang now somewhat enters the state of once holding boundless power.

She inevitably becomes a bit absorbed for a moment; her gaze toward the aberration also looks like looking at ants.

The tense emotions disappear; only the fighting spirit blazes ever more fiercely.

However, with a strong enemy ahead, it's not impossible to fight; blood flickers in her blue eyes—better to die once, who in life doesn't die?

But having agreed on five minutes, it's five minutes.

As for after five minutes, then it's left to oneself.

Fu Guang leaned against the chairback, mobilizing all her current mental power, after absorbing the mental power of that kind-hearted sentinel, her strength rose to B+.

She used the two S-rank items compensated by the White Tower to craft a potential potion, a kind of enhancing potion that costs potential as its price.

After drinking it, her strength should reach S-rank, but the cost might truly be either death or becoming a wreck.

They say that when angry, counting to ten makes you feel it's unnecessary to be angry.

Five minutes is more than just ten counts; it's enough for Fu Guang, who momentarily fell into emotion, to gradually detach from her state of being invincible under heaven.

The impulse lasted only an instant; in the end, reason prevailed.

But that doesn't mean she chickened out; she just had a better solution, no need to act rashly.

If she exhausts all means and still fails, she won't regret it then.

Fu Guang counted the defensive devices on her person; actually there were many. The guides inside the White Tower, fearing she would be hurt, made three-quarters of them defensive devices.

She shouldn't die violently at the moment the alien species attacks.

"Light." After five minutes, those two words were difficultly and completely uttered from the alien species' mouth.

Rip!

Looking at the delicious, somewhat spicy-looking feast, the alien species tore apart this skin bag, feeling that what lay before it was better than the one it had been staying in.

As the thin skin fluttered down for an instant, Fu Guang gently closed her eyes, activating all defensive devices.

Bang bang bang!

Blood-colored branches lunged at her; hundreds of defensive devices activated together, and in a breath they all burst open.