Chapter 2316: S-rank Guide Forced Love 01

In the chaotic wasteland of Blue Star, the High Tower is the sole stable center of order.

It represents rules, hierarchy, and authority, guiding all cities to establish a new order, allowing Blue Star to become once more a habitable home for humanity.

The antagonist, Yuzan, is an A-rank Sentinel.

Once a powerful figure in the Central District High Tower, he possessed extraordinary talent, formidable strength, and was widely regarded as the most promising candidate for promotion to S-rank.

But his spirit beast is clearly a serval, while deep down he resembles an untamed mad dog, repeatedly forcing himself into desperate situations on missions, his spirit already teetering on the edge of losing control.

Such madness inspires both fear and resentment.

Lu Wen, the protagonist (attacker), an A-rank Sentinel, former teammate of Yuzan, belonging to the same elite sentinel squad.

Lu Wen is capable, but constantly overshadowed by Yuzan's brilliance; with limited promotion slots, Yuzan's presence makes his path to higher status seem bleak.

What fuels his jealousy further is that the guide he has long admired, Ye Jun, seems to always look favorably upon Yuzan.

Ye Jun, the protagonist (receiver), an A-rank Guide.

As an excellent healing guide within the High Tower, he was originally assigned to provide Yuzan's mental guidance; he once felt affection for Yuzan's charm of great power and danger combined, even fantasizing about a future together.

During a high-risk ruin exploration mission, Yuzan, to obtain crucial resources, teamed up with Lu Wen to enter the ruin's edge, only to be unfortunately ensnared by a ferocious aberrant creature.

When Lu Wen witnessed this scene, the temptation of promotion, his long‑accumulated jealousy toward Yuzan, and his resentment over Ye Jun's attention to Yuzan all overwhelmed him at once.

He did not rescue him; instead he seized the chance to withdraw, possibly even interfering with other rescue attempts, watching helplessly as Yuzan was severely wounded and infected by the aberrant.

Severely wounded and near death, Yuzan struggled back to the High Tower; body and mind, ravaged by deep infection, plunged into utter frenzy, becoming a human-shaped bomb.

Ye Jun, who once showed him affection, immediately saw the reality.

A sentinel completely out of control, with ruined prospects and possibly endangering his own safety, hardly fits his partner fantasy.

He hesitated not at all in cutting ties with Yuzan, refusing to provide any further mental guidance.

Yuzan was cast into the lowest level of the High Tower to await death, charged with 'coveting dangerous resources, directing the squad toward near annihilation, and disobeying orders,' becoming an abandoned nobody.

Meanwhile, Lu Wen, having completed the mission and lost his strongest rival, smoothly rose to captain of the sentinel squad.

Just as despair nearly consumed Yuzan's remaining consciousness, the High Tower underwent a drastic change.

An S-rank Guide descended from the skies, instantly becoming the top authority of the High Tower, turning the whole tower into the center of political intrigue.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yuzan killed the sentinel guarding him; his berserk state, over‑catalyzed by infection, surged, and he leapt to become an S‑rank Sentinel, slaughtering to take revenge.

Moreover, the doctor who assessed him said: if the catalysis continues, Yuzan is very likely to become the sole Dark Sentinel since Blue Star's reconstruction.

Yet Yuzan never succeeded in catalyzing; shortly after killing Lu Wen, the S‑rank Guide at the political hub lost the power struggle, the High Tower was reshuffled, and the rule‑defying Yuzan was first judged, exiled to the wastes, and finally died of the infection.

——

Lower levels of the High Tower, confinement area.

A heavy smell of rust, stale blood, and an indescribable aura of despair mingled into a nauseating viscous miasma that clung to the cold, damp metal walls and floor.

The harsh clang of metal striking shattered the dead silence.

"Hey! You mad dog in there! Hear me? Give a couple howls for fun!"

Victor laughed hoarsely, spittle flying, while his lackey behind him echoed with jeering laughter.

Inside the barred gate, icy chains coiled around the youth, locking him firmly in the center of the cramped space.

Yuzan.

Former glory and strength now remain only in this chained‑bound shell.

His black combat uniform is torn to shreds, a ferocious wound runs across his tight, lean waist and abdomen, the edges frayed, with chains biting deep into his wrists and ankles.

Yuzan is forced to half‑kneel, his body heaving violently from ragged breathing and uncontrollable frenzy.

Yet even in this filthy disgrace, his face still bears a striking, handsome outline; now sweat mixed with grime drips down his jaw.

Yuzan feels somewhat numb; Victor's insults and kicks are like steel needles pricking his already overloaded sensory nerves.

Not long after, an agonized howl is wrenched from Yuzan's clenched teeth.

He lunged forward with a sudden jerk; the heavy chains instantly straightened, then were violently yanked back to their original position.

Victor watched Yuzan's futile struggle, the flesh on his face swelling with pride to the point of distortion.

"Look, look at our former powerhouse."

He spat, "Captain Lu Wen now enjoys limitless glory! Leading his squad to feast and luxury! Who still remembers you, this puddle of mud? Oh right, I heard Guide Ye Jun can't even be bothered to glance at you? Tch, truly a useless stray dog."

He sneered, taking a filthy broken bowl from his lackey, filled with the lowest‑grade food scraps from the bottom level.

Victor deliberately tilted the bowl, letting that disgusting slop splash into the enclosure, spattering near Yuzan's feet.

"Here, your reward! A mad dog ought to eat this!" Victor burst out laughing.

Yuzan clenched his eyes shut, swallowing the surging fury and stomach acid together.

He would rather starve than touch that symbol of utter degradation.

Victor savored Yuzan's pained, angry expression, about to utter another insult, when a low rumble came from outside the confinement chamber, accompanied by a faint tremor from the descent of a powerful energy field.

The smug look on Victor's face froze instantly; he lifted his head dubiously toward the water‑stained ceiling.

"What the hell, what's going on today?"

The little lackey, having heard some gossip, hurriedly said, "I heard the upper echelons are sending someone today."

——

Upper levels of the High Tower.

The platform is spacious, the ground reflecting the clear, cold sky; looking out reveals an endless expanse of leaden‑gray wasteland.

The air is filled with a deliberately maintained, icy sense of order.

Kane, back to the entrance, faced his subordinate Chen Yan and gave a lecture: "The value of High Tower sentinels lies in controllability and efficiency; the uncontrolled are scrap."

"Scrap belongs where it belongs; don't waste energy on it."

Chen Yan lowered his eyes, naturally understanding who the scrap referred to. "Yes, Governor."

An unusual engine hum approached from afar.

Kain's lecture came to an abrupt halt.

A subordinate trotted over and stood behind him, saying, "Governor, the aircraft has landed. Council Chair Bai Ye… personally accompanied the newcomer's arrival."

At the platform entrance, the aircraft's hatch slid open silently.

First to touch down were spotless black leather boots, stepping onto the clean, icy ground.

Jin Chen walked out.

He wore no uniform of the High Tower style; his deep black windbreaker of unknown material, his posture straight as a pine.

His face was unusually young, like finely carved ice jade.

Most striking were his eyes, devoid of any novice scrutiny or curiosity, merely plainly sweeping over the platform, the lined-up guards, and the councilors with varied expressions.

This hardly seems like a guide, everyone thought; few combat-savvy sentinels have such an aura—perhaps the data is wrong.

Jin Chen strode straight ahead, his gaze directed downward at the High Tower's unfathomable, layered external structure, as if sensing something.

【Main God is in the lower-level confinement chamber, miserable and wretched, Host rush~】