Chapter 945: A Newly Written Story

At 4:30 p.m., Lumian packed his personal belongings, changed out of his security uniform, and prepared to clock out.

This job was actually an eight-hour shift, though it required rotating schedules, and he would surely be assigned night duty later.

It has to be said that Manager Huang is not at all harsh on his employees; he’s very generous with pay. Even though some departments often require overtime, Manager Huang still genuinely pays overtime wages, and the rates are quite high—if overtime runs too late, he also provides dinner allowances and taxi subsidies.

So although Huang Zong was infamous for his lechery, and certain company policies were unfriendly and disrespectful toward female employees, many still fought tooth and nail to join the Intis Group.

Lumian had spent the entire day guarding the entrance, not assigned to patrol floors or monitor surveillance; he had only encountered Zhou Mingrui once in the morning and hadn’t seen him since.

He felt no regret or impatience—this pace was just right.

Under the blazing sun, he walked toward the bus stop, pulled out his phone, and sent a voice message to Flanca:

“I probably left a strong impression on Zhou Mingrui today. Though I didn’t notice any obvious change in his expression, if I were him, I’d definitely suspect it wasn’t coincidence—that I’d just met him at the Dream Tutoring Center and immediately joined the Intis Group, tracking his movements with hidden, ulterior motives.”

“Given Zhou Mingrui’s caution and wariness, he’s very likely to think that.”

“Since he now has this strong impression, I won’t return to Xinhong Community tonight—I’ll stay at a cheap hotel and see if anything happens after nightfall, whether it triggers my expulsion from the dream.”

“Ludwig is being looked after by Anthony.”

Soon, “True Sleeve Sword” replied:

“Could this cause Zhou Mingrui to quit? That’s a precaution any cautious person would have.”

“I haven’t even started the job yet! I’ve already bought several outfits and spent a lot of money!”

Seeing that Furanca was upset about the money possibly being wasted, Lumian chuckled and said:

“It probably won’t happen for now—I deliberately didn’t alter my background data before the interview, and went out of my way to fabricate my origins, precisely so my personal life would seem wildly implausible, not like someone undercover.”

“Sometimes, moderate showiness reduces suspicion.”

“Besides, even if Zhou Mingrui does quit, you can still join normally—no rule says Intis Group employees can’t track Zhou Mingrui’s movements after work. Besides, the Intis Group hides many problems—like Rosan, like Green. If we can figure them out, we might gain inspiration to find an effective way to awaken the Fool.”

He had already reported Green’s issue to Furanca and the others at noon.

Finally, Lumian added:

“Remember to delete the chat logs using the ‘Information Shredder.’”

He reached the bus stop and completed the operation to eliminate potential hazards.

Not long after, the bus arrived; since it was still before regular quitting time, there weren’t many passengers.

Seeing this, Lumian relaxed somewhat.

Earlier, on the subway, in the crowded crush, a man had tried to grope him—he’d nearly broken the man’s wrist.

He wasn’t afraid of such things, just annoyed—they wasted his time and energy.

Even now, wearing a male form, this happens—what would it be like if he switched to the Witch’s “state”?

…………

Dechuang Garden.

Furanca played back Lumian’s voice message so Jianna could hear it.

As she deleted the chat logs using the “Information Shredder,” Jianna folded the new clothes laid on the bed, one by one, or hung them directly into the wardrobe.

That morning, they had returned to the clothing wholesale market, but chosen higher-quality, more expensive items, spending nearly two thousand.

After washing, “drying,” and ironing, these clothes were now wearable.

“I’ve already applied to start work tomorrow,” Furanca said, folding clothes while sighing.

In her past life, she hadn’t even graduated university and had never experienced real work; after crossing over, she lived off the original body’s savings for a while, then accidentally became an “Assassin,” leaving behind any proper job.

Jianna smiled:

“Just remember you’re here to investigate problems and interact with the Fool’s dream image—not because you actually want this job. Then you won’t care what others think of your performance.”

“Yeah, Zhou Mingrui might quit anytime,” Furanca laughed. “I just hope I can at least get one month’s salary!”

After tidying the clothes, the two “Witches” leaned back on pillows, sitting on the bed, scrolling through their phones.

After browsing for a while, Furanca muttered:

“Huang Zong’s scandals really are numerous…”

Huang Tao rarely posted on social media, but he had so many ex-girlfriends—among them, famous actors, singers, influencers, and others who sought fame by sharing their romantic tales with a big-company CEO, even some who staged their own scandals with no real connection to Huang Zong.

So no matter what Furanca and the others scrolled through, they kept stumbling upon stories of Huang Zong and his women, reinforcing the stereotype they’d formed from Luo Saier’s diary and related legends.

Still, Furanca had to admit: Huang Zong really did pay well, generously, and never set traps to use legal weapons to reclaim gifts and throw women into prison.

Precisely because several of Huang Zong’s former mistresses were verifiably from the Intis Group’s Administration Department, Furanca had noticed during her interview that few applicants were truly interested in the position itself.

Of course, she wasn’t applying for the position either—she was here for the Fool’s dream image.

Before Jianna could respond, Furanca sighed again:

“I can’t even imagine what the Intis Group’s Administration Department must be like—and yet Huang Zong manages it, keeps the company thriving… he’s impressive.”

Jianna shared other rumors about Huang Zong she’d found; by 11 p.m., the two “Witches” put down their phones, turned off the lights, and fell into deep sleep.

Once again, they entered the strange space shrouded in frozen storms, seeing Rosan floating near the edge of the translucent barrier, wearing casual clothes, having just repelled the strange creatures back into the dark depths, now turning her gaze toward them.

Furanca and Jianna had anticipated this scene, so they didn’t act immediately, but met Rosan’s gaze.

As their eyes met, Rosan spoke in a low voice:

“You’re also people with extraordinary powers?”

“You’re here to investigate me?”

Her expression was filled with wariness.

“Yes and no,” Furanca replied ambiguously.

Jianna subtly employed a touch of “Charm,” smiling warmly:

“You didn’t leave—you’re willing to meet us.”

Rosan fell silent for several seconds, then said:

“Last night, I hid—and saw you replacing me, standing by the barrier, fighting those monsters.”

“I thought… I thought… you must be a good person. Maybe… we could talk.”

Before Jianna could respond, Rosan pressed:

“What do you mean, ‘yes and no’?”

Furanca organized her thoughts, then spoke seriously:

“We want to interact with you, understand your problem, and eliminate the threat—but not to fight you. The real target isn’t you.”

Rosan looked confused.

Furanca continued:

“We come from the future, using a time machine to return to this era, searching for the Savior.”

“The Savior?” Rosan was baffled.

What even is this…

Furanca nodded solemnly:

“In the near future, humanity was attacked by evil forces, on the brink of extinction—when suddenly, a Savior appeared, rescuing us and turning the tide.”

“The evil forces somehow built a time machine, sending some monsters disguised as humans to this city, trying to kill the Savior while he was still weak.”

“Fortunately, the future Savior realized this and found a way to let us use that same time machine.”

“He exhausted its last energy to send us here, to find and destroy those monsters, and to help the weak Savior overcome interference and obstacles, truly awakening.”

“We’re approaching you to get closer to the weak Savior.”

Jianna, after listening to Flanca’s account, was momentarily stunned.

Though they’d briefly discussed the story’s outline, she never imagined it could be told this convincingly.

It sounded almost like the truth—but with a fundamental difference.

Rosan’s expression shifted several times; Furanca’s tale seemed absurd, fake—but strangely familiar.

In a flash of thought, she suddenly remembered something and blurted out:

“Is the future Savior Zhou Mingrui?”

Furanca wasn’t startled—she crafted this story precisely to test how much Rosan knew.

She hadn’t expected Rosan to accept her absurd tale yet accurately guess the target was Zhou Mingrui.

She knew they were targeting the Fool’s dream image—but didn’t know why? Jianna nodded thoughtfully as Furanca asked:

“Why do you think that?”

Rosan’s face twisted suddenly:

“That voice—that voice told me to give Zhou Mingrui the true ‘Instigator’ drink.”

“It was the first time it clearly demanded something—and promised me ‘Painter’ drink as a reward.”

“I thought… I thought having extraordinary power was great. Maybe if Zhou Mingrui got it too, it wouldn’t be bad…”

Here, Rosan’s voice choked:

“I didn’t mean to hurt him—I really didn’t mean to hurt him…”

Furanca’s spirit tightened:

“Did Zhou Mingrui drink the ‘Instigator’ potion—er, drink?”

The data from the Major Arcana cards mentioned nothing about Rosan giving the ‘Instigator’ drink.

“I don’t know,” Rosan shook her head. “But that day, the company next door seemed to have some incident—I’m not sure if it’s related… I’m not sure…”

Seeing Rosan’s mental state destabilizing, Jianna changed the subject:

“How many times have you drunk that drink?”

(End of Chapter)