Chapter 437: Day Fourteen

There is no time in the confinement room.

This isn't a metaphor; Ying Duo can only tell time by the clock built into the game system:

23:47.

He stared at the string of numbers for a long while, long enough for the numbers to slowly tick to 23:48, then to 23:49.

In the Team Channel, his frantic calls for Fang Zhiyan earlier only received a single "good" as a reply.

Yang Yixie wasn't anxious either; he leaned against the chair back, the restraint suit's thick fabric felt a bit stifling against his skin, and he silently calculated that a full day had already passed since he was knocked unconscious.

The numbers in the upper right corner of his view jumped to 23:51.

Yang Yixie stared at the numbers and suddenly thought of something—

Today is the fourteenth day since he arrived in this world.

Two weeks.

During the first week, he sat on the ruins of the Church Jurisdiction, watching the still‑conscious Luo Jinyou, with only a small cart he had taken from Bai Mu Yun and not yet returned at his side.

Now the second week is about to end, and he is again locked in a pitch‑black room, wearing a restraint suit and shackles, silently waiting for a countdown that may never arrive.

What if he still can't return this time?

Yang Yixie thought for a moment and chose to lie back and wait.

It's not that he dares not to think, but that there's no need.

Whether he can return isn't up to him; what he can decide is what to do after returning, and what to do if he can't.

When the numbers jumped to 23:52, Ying Duo heard a sound.

It was a long metallic scraping sound, as someone pulled open from the outside the heavy iron door that had been shut for ages.

Light surged in from the doorway; the intense glare made Ying Duo squint, his pupils contracted briefly, then slowly dilated.

A person stood in the doorway.

Against the light he couldn't see the face clearly, but could still make out a rough outline.

He was very tall, wearing a white coat, the hem casting a long shadow in the light.

Ying Duo looked at him, and Fang Zhiyan quietly looked back at Ying Duo.

"Good evening, teacher."

Ying Duo blinked innocently; at this moment he was willing to honestly call Fang Zhiyan "teacher."

"Good evening."

Fang Zhiyan smiled and replied, and the guard beside them began the usual greetings to the master‑disciple pair as if no one else were there.

No wonder they're called crazy.

23:53.

"You have a strong smell of blood on you; are you injured? Didn't Han Huan have someone bandage you?"

Although the restraint suit bound Ying Duo tightly, it also caused the blood‑soaked hoodie inside to nearly stink, not to mention the lingering scent of blood.

"I was stabbed once, but I took medicine; the Blood Bar is still fairly stable."

Ying Duo replied coolly, and the person in charge of opening the door for Fang Zhiyan had already decisively slipped away.

Joke, Ying Duo had killed so many of their Field Operations Department, yet Fang Zhiyan's first words were to blame the Field Operations Department for capturing people and not treating them.

Who doesn't know that your Mutation Department is a bunch of inhuman monsters? This minor wound wouldn't kill this lunatic, yet it can become a reason for another lunatic to kill.

23:54.

"Looks like my earlier extra preparation for you was indeed right; why did you suddenly think of killing at the headquarters?"

Fang Zhiyan simply walked slowly to Ying Duo's front, a smile still at the corner of his mouth, his gaze scanning Ying Duo from head to toe.

The once‑arrogant Ying Guang Lu finally got punished today; now Ying Duo looks so disheveled it's indescribable.

His whole body is wrapped in a white restraint suit, a faint reddish hue on his chest, likely blood from inside staining it.

Special‑made restraint straps bind him tightly, leaving him unable to move; the bulge on his arm is especially large, suggesting even the shackles are of top grade.

"My level has been stuck for a long time; coming to Heavenly Dome City feels no better than Tianmian City. At least there I could go out with the Mercenary Corps to hunt Aberrant Species."

In the end, isn't this still caused by your orders?

Ying Duo originally thought that upon reaching the Dome headquarters, a horde of Aberrant Species would be lined up waiting for him to kill, and his level would rocket upward like a rocket.

But in reality, Fang Zhiyan brushed him off, saying preparing that many Aberrant Species would take time.

Yang Yixie indeed needs to learn a few things, but that doesn't mean his desire to Level Up will vanish.

Before he played games just for fun and might not have cared about these, but the current situation clearly can't be treated the same.

23:55.

"Is that so? I originally thought you'd want more time to catch up with old acquaintances. It seems it's my fault; I should schedule your lessons more densely..."

Fang Zhiyan's completely unreasonable, chaotic rambling toward Ying Duo was especially indulgent, and he even continued it quite naturally.

"If that's the case, the anatomy class can be moved up on the schedule; given your reckless ways, perhaps I need to teach you something else as well?"

As Fang Zhiyan spoke, a tentacle suddenly emerged from behind him and in a few strokes tore Ying Duo's restraint suit.

Fang Zhiyan glanced at the top‑grade shackles on Ying Duo's wrist, ruffled his hair, and said, "I should have let him leave the key before he left."

"But… this doesn't seem to do much for you either, does it?"

He smiled at Ying Duo, those dark‑red eyes glowing as if in total darkness, sending a shiver through the heart.

Ying Duo, without changing expression, slipped the shackles into his Game Backpack, "But I'd like to keep them as a collection."

"Of course you can."

23:57.

Fang Zhiyan looked at Ying Duo, finally freed from the restraint suit, his head a mess of Ying Guang Lu fragments forced in, wildly disheveled, and his black hoodie not only stained with blood but also crumpled.

It was clear his student had truly suffered a lot of grievances.

But those inorganic golden eyes remained bright and undisturbed, as if nothing had happened.

Should I say he's been kept waiting?

I saw Ying Duo stiffly rise from the chair on his own, making it impossible to tell whether his body was naturally stiff or simply stiff from sitting too long.

23:58.

Ying Duo stiffly moved his body, while Fang Zhiyan merely watched him silently.

"Looks like before class, you need to rest properly."

"Let's have someone bring over a set of clothes first; Ying Duo's black hoodie looks like he wore it straight from Tianmian City to Heavenly Dome City—did this kid never think of changing clothes?"

23:59.

"Let's just start class, after all you, teacher, pulled me out so easily—I'm still curious how you managed that."

Wow, he even used an honorific.

Fang Zhiyan secretly found it amusing; Ying Duo looked crazy, but Yang Yixie was actually the clearest of them all.

He simply led Ying Duo into the spacious, bright hallway, then turned to look at him.

"No rush, after all, to get you out, the Field Operations Department took the opportunity to extract quite a few benefits."

00:00.