Chapter 944: A Minor Storm

The Son of God… has he sensed my Oumibela bloodline? No wonder this is the dream of a Great Being—every detail is so lifelike… Lu Mi had already realized this, and he gave a slight nod in response to Green’s greeting.

He turned and took a few steps, then spoke to Green:

“Director, I’ll step out now.”

Green’s full title was “Security Director of the Intis Group.”

A satisfied smile appeared on Green’s face as he gave an almost imperceptible nod:

“I’m pleased with your combat skills. For now, follow Captain Xu to familiarize yourself with the different posts and procedures in the security department.”

He was subtly signaling Xu Xinyang, Li Ming’s direct superior and currently also in the office, that he favored this young man and should not make things difficult for him.

“Yes, Director,” Lu Mi replied to Green with an expression of apparent excitement.

As he walked out of the office with Xu Xinyang, his expression gradually grew calm, and fragments of remaining information about Green flashed through his mind:

As one of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse of Emperor Rosel, Green died on a primitive island in the Mist Sea, but later seemed to have been corrupted by the power of the “Great Mother,” his corpse reanimated into a grotesque new existence…

“My Oumibela bloodline must have been directly created by, or directly blessed by, the Great Mother—only such beings can sense it, and among them, only those lacking sufficient intelligence would mistake me for the Son of God…”

“The Green in this dream city was constructed from the ‘Fool’s’ subconscious cognition; his corruption by the Great Mother is understandable, but why does he see me as the Son of God?”

“Is the dream version, by its very nature, lacking sufficient intelligence?”

“I wonder if the Great Mother has used this connection to truly and covertly corrupt the dream version of Green, controlling him to serve her…”

As Lu Mi’s thoughts churned, he suddenly found it amusing.

He truly was a disaster trigger—only a few days here, and he’d already activated problems the Major Arcana cards hadn’t detected.

After changing into the dark blue security uniform, Lu Mi was assigned by Captain Xu Xinyang to guard the main entrance, primarily responsible for maintaining order in the lobby, preventing suspicious individuals from entering the building, and stopping delivery personnel from using the elevator—requiring them to place items in the delivery locker.

Lu Mi and two colleagues replaced the previous security staff, standing at the entrance with rigid, upright postures.

It was still before work hours, and employees from various companies continued to enter the building.

Some of them felt a flicker of surprise:

The guard at the entrance is really good-looking…

New guy?

With a face like that, why be a guard? Go livestream, join a talent show, audition for bit roles in the film industry!

Not long after, a man from an MNC company on the seventh floor and a female employee from an Intis Group subsidiary both finished climbing the stairs and headed toward the entrance.

The woman’s eyes suddenly brightened:

The guard at the entrance is so handsome…

She pulled out her phone, ready to sneak a photo to share with her friends.

The man, meanwhile, instantly grew excited:

A handsome guard, not at all sleazy… handsome… guard… perfect material! Maybe this could go viral, create another traffic miracle!

Such level of handsomeness in an ordinary person might only be above average, unlikely to stir any waves online—but when contrasted with the low-status roles of security guard, beggar, farmer, herder, delivery worker, or construction laborer, it gains explosive potential.

The MNC employee quickly raised his phone, preparing to record a video.

Lu Mi sensed their actions, stepped forward, and blocked their phones with his hand, his expression stern:

“Please don’t take photos of me without permission.”

“Respect others’ privacy!”

The man and woman both froze, stunned by the interruption.

The man blurted out:

“I think you have viral potential—I just want to film something and post it online.”

“No,” Lu Mi stopped them precisely because he didn’t want to become an internet celebrity.

The MNC employee stared in disbelief:

These days, someone actually doesn’t want to go viral?

Lu Mi said seriously:

“Did you already take any photos? If so, please delete them.”

Hearing this, and sensing that nearby workers were now watching, the man and woman’s faces flushed crimson with embarrassment and anger.

“Why should I show you my phone? If you’re so brave, call the police!” the woman snapped back.

The MNC man’s thoughts shifted, and he suddenly shouted:

“Security guard is assaulting people! Security guard is stealing phones!”

I’ll make you famous in another way!

Lu Mi seemed amused by them, and a smile appeared on his face.

His smile instantly calmed the man and woman, filling them with guilt—how could they shout at someone so beautiful? How could they wrong him?

Maintaining his “Charm” state, Lu Mi said sincerely:

“I’m truly grateful you want to make me famous, but I really don’t need it—please delete the photos or video, okay?”

The man and woman forgot their surroundings, dazedly showed their phones to Lu Mi, and deleted the photo and video right before his eyes.

“Thank you,” Lu Mi kept smiling.

The man and woman walked reluctantly toward the elevator, glancing back every three steps.

Once inside their company and gradually regaining composure, one felt the guard was both handsome and cool, and polite; the other wondered if she’d awakened some alarming tendency.

At the first-floor entrance, influenced by the earlier incident, many white-collar workers glanced toward Lu Mi.

Lu Mi looked over and spotted Zhou Mingrui, now wearing a dark polo shirt and carrying a black briefcase.

Zhou Mingrui seemed to recognize him too, his expression slightly surprised.

Lu Mi gave him a slight smile and pointed to his security uniform.

Zhou Mingrui suppressed his expression and nodded politely.

Beneath his calm exterior, his mind was shocked and suspicious:

How is it him—the young man who got his girlfriend pregnant early?

How did he end up working as a security guard at our company?

I just saw him a couple of days ago, and now he’s a guard… could this be too coincidental?

Is he here because of the vending machine incident?

Since becoming an “Assassin,” I’ve felt someone seems to be watching me from the shadows…

Is this man investigating my abnormalities?

Zhou Mingrui walked calmly into the elevator lobby, waiting for the elevator.

He began wondering if he should quit his job, move out of his current residence, and completely escape those hidden figures…

His reason for not doing so before was that his acquisition of supernatural power had not been discovered, and the Intis Group’s salary was extremely generous—among the highest in Yang City. If he quit, finding another similar job would be extremely difficult.

“I’ll observe for a while longer—if there really is a problem, I’ll have to quit and move. If all else fails, go to the capital or Shanghai to find work…”

“Will this endanger my family and friends…?”

Thinking of this, Zhou Mingrui shivered, unable to imagine how bad the worst-case scenario might be.

He could hide—his family and friends couldn’t!

Moreover, without any evidence, reporting it to the police would likely do nothing.

At the tenth floor, Zhou Mingrui, carrying his black briefcase, didn’t head straight to the tech department but turned into the opposite administrative department.

He wanted to find Luo Shan, the administrative employee he knew best, and ask about the new security guard.

Luo Shan wasn’t at her desk—she’d apparently gone to the restroom. After greeting a few nearby administrative staff, Zhou Mingrui found an excuse and stood waiting at her desk.

His gaze swept across her desk, noticing familiar items tinged with unfamiliarity.

Besides the previously existing cute decorations, strange drawings now adorned the partition, the surface of her cup, and the outer layers of snack bags.

Next to her computer sat an empty drink bottle—apparently kept as a decoration because of its attractive design.

Zhou Mingrui’s eyes fixed on the bottle, past the vivid, colorful abstract packaging, toward two clearly visible words:

“Painter.”

“Painter…” Zhou Mingrui’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“What are you looking at?” Luo Shan’s voice suddenly sounded behind him.

As an “Assassin,” he hadn’t sensed her approach at all.

Zhou Mingrui’s face quickly broke into a smile; he turned his body and spoke casually to Luo Shan:

“I need to ask you something.”

“I just saw a new security guard downstairs arguing with two people—he said they were taking photos of him without permission…”

Zhou Mingrui recounted what he’d observed, adding no speculation.

He finally asked:

“He’s from our company’s security team, right?”

“Yes, he just started today,” Luo Shan said with a look of realization. “I heard Feifei from HR mention they hired a very handsome guard—I was even thinking of finding an excuse to visit the security department.”

Here, Luo Shan lowered her voice:

“Let me tell you, but don’t tell anyone else—he’s only twenty-two and already has a child…”

I know that—he looks younger than his age… Zhou Mingrui muttered inwardly.

Luo Shan continued:

“Guess how old the kid is? Seven!”

“How old?” Zhou Mingrui doubted he’d heard correctly.

“Seven. He had a child in ninth grade,” Luo Shan clicked her tongue.

“At fifteen, kids have children; at fourteen, they’re already doing that… it’s right on the edge of illegal activity… I wonder how old the kid’s mother is…” Zhou Mingrui suddenly thought the new security guard might not be targeting him.

If he truly had ulterior motives, why would he expose such an astonishing, attention-grabbing background?

How could he possibly operate in secrecy?

This makes no sense!

Rosan said a lot, then added:

“But his name is ordinary, plain, unremarkable—Li Ming.”

“Li Ming… why not Li Hua…” Zhou Mingrui muttered as he left Rosan’s desk and walked toward the administrative department’s door.

He did not turn back, because he suspected Rosan might also be problematic.

She might already be the “Painter.”

Zhou Mingrui remembered how Rosan had once brought a pile of drinks for him and the others to draw from; at the time, he had drawn the “Instigator,” fed it to the dried mushroom, while Rosan drank the “Journalist.”

Back then, Zhou Mingrui had noticed nothing unusual about Rosan, and the other colleagues who drank similar beverages in the office seemed perfectly normal.

Now, the “Painter” drink and the painting that had appeared on Rosan’s desk made him suspicious.

(End of Chapter)