Chapter 104: He Doesn't Produce Altars, He's Just an Altar Carrier!
Su Ming was ecstatic, spouting flowery words.
With this 【Spectator Seat Remnant】…
He does not produce altars.
He is only an altar carrier.
When he gets home, the first thing is to firmly bind that proud 【Crimson Throne】 onto this chair!
His schedule is laid out plainly—he eats little matches every day!
And just then.
That cold, supreme will resonated again inside and outside the Theatre.
【Mid-Autumn Celebration, perfectly concluded.】
【Wishing everyone a happy holiday and sweet dreams.】
The words fell silent.
Boom—!!!
This trembling theatre space could no longer hold, and it shattered with a boom.
Su Ming's vision went black.
When his consciousness reconsolidated, he found himself in absolute void.
Below his feet lay a scaled‑down night view of Jiangcheng, like a massive, glittering sand table.
He could freely choose his landing spot!
"Not bad, not bad—quite user‑friendly!"
Su Ming nodded in approval.
At that moment, the sky curtain fully exposed his location.
Those interested parties had probably been lying in wait at his disappearance point!
Now this move can save some trouble.
Su Ming no longer hesitated; his gaze locked onto his own Slaughterhouse in Chengxi Jiao.
"Let's go!"
The words fell, and his figure vanished into the void.
…
At the same time.
Countless hearts that were hanging finally settled.
The bizarre images in the sky finally vanished completely, utterly.
That means…
This Mid‑Autumn Performance truly ended with that man's death!
Strong?
Strong!
Yet it was as brilliant as fireworks, and as fleeting as fireworks.
Fleeting Bloom·Jing!
The forum erupted again.
【It's over already? I was just about to go on a killing spree!】
【Why only the top hundred get prizes? Unfair! Hours of hard work, all for nothing!】
【Surviving is good enough, you still want more rewards?】
【Hey! I don't like hearing that. My friend's friend's friend once got a blue‑light! Impressive, right?!】
【Alas, the bird that sticks out gets shot; Jing Shen is such a waste!】
Not dead?
Impossible!
The scene then was too horrifying.
Facing a being beyond one's comprehension, any miracle seemed pale and powerless.
The hero's downfall seemed the most logical and the most tragic ending.
And it was the most acceptable to us onlookers!
Long Guo, Jin Cheng.
Deep beneath the bustling metropolis, a massive Underground Base operated silently.
Lights shone brightly, as bright as day.
Countless personnel in gray sterile lab coats, faces covered with silver masks.
Like worker ants, they busily tended their stations.
The air was filled with a pungent disinfectant smell.
At the deepest part of the base, an absolutely sound‑proof Dark Room.
A figure was completely hidden in a corner, untouched by any light.
Only its voice was heard, its person unseen.
"The celebration has ended."
The voice was hoarse, yet carried a hint of relief.
"Target 【Jing】, confirm death."
"What a pity, a perfect research specimen vanished like that."
Heh!
Suddenly, a faint, cryptic snicker rose from another dimly lit shadow, cutting off the hoarse sigh.
Disappeared?
The voice was cool and pleasant, with a hint of amusement.
Who told you?
In the dark corner, the hoarse voice trembled with astonishment.
What does that mean?
It's exactly as it sounds! Just now, his aura resurfaced!
Not dead?
The figure in the darkness completely lost composure.
This… this can't be!
A battle of that level, even if you trap those Officials in it, leaves no chance of survival!
In the shadows, the hint of a raised lip was faintly visible.
Heh!
That's why I said…
He's a monster.
A slender, delicate figure stepped slowly out of the shadows, moving its fair, elegant neck.
A… a very interesting monster.
She walked to the massive one‑way glass, lowering her voice further, laden with a heavy warning.
No actions in Jiangcheng for the time being.
The Officials who came down this time are no ordinary lot.
The darkness in the corner fell silent.
After a long while, the hoarse voice sounded again.
You mean that Fang Tian… he has a problem?
More than just a problem!
A flash of coldness flickered in the woman's eyes, her tone mocking.
He can precisely name concepts like Qualified Person and Qualified Sequence, which we are still verifying ourselves.
That shows the Officials had already secured the relevant intel; it couldn't have been a spur‑of‑the‑moment guess at the meeting!
He also told me, if the information is true, I might be the first Qualified Person they discovered within the Dragon Nation.
The woman paused for a moment.
She exhaled toward the glass before her.
The delicate little face reflected above was identical to Lin Wan's.
It became blurred by the mist.
He lied.
That Fang Tian himself…
Lin Wan's words halted again, her eyes growing even colder.
He is just a Qualified Person!
Boom!
The darkness in the corner surged more violently, nearly out of control.
The Officials…
The hoarse voice was filled with a rage of being toyed with.
Sure enough, none of them told the truth!
Lin Wan nodded, a deep wariness flashing in her beautiful eyes.
These Qualified Persons…
…are not simple!
Since the second day after the altar's arrival.
The special ability granted by her Qualified Sequence let her, at the Vegetable Market, sense the unique fluctuation on Su Ming!
He and she are the same kind of people.
Qualified Person!
Huh!
Lin Wan took a deep breath, warning again.
So, curb your minions and stay hidden.
Those guys… are the most duplicitous, pretending ignorance while they understand everything!
In the dark, who knows what fish they're fishing for!
The commotion caused by Pure will only make Jiangcheng's waters murkier!
Who steps in at such a critical moment…
…whoever does will soil themselves!
After finishing her last words, Lin Wan turned and left the dark chamber.
She must rush back to Jiangcheng immediately, without drawing Qin Feng and the others' attention or suspicion.
And also…
For the storm they are about to create with their own hands, create the final tranquility!
End of Chapter
