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After licking, the urgency in the cat's tail flicking increased! Then it quickly licked again! The youth watched its behavior, squatted on the ground, covered his face, and sighed. The cat looked up at him, then at the blood seeping from his wrist, its blood-red pupils contracted, and its feline face seemed to be filled with an endless array of question marks! It was as if it was crying out—why does it taste different now?!! The youth said solemnly, "Stop licking, the blood that sent you crazy before definitely wasn't mine." Back at Qiming Orphanage, although the cat was very fond of eating his flesh and blood, it never lost its mind over it, ignoring Yueshu's plea for help, and could even defy the limits set by rules! So, the director had long speculated about this. What truly attracted the cat wasn't him, but the strange soul that had taken over his body. The trait carried by the other party even directly changed the body it possessed, causing the cat to lose its mind after just one taste. The director stroked his chin thoughtfully as he came to this conclusion. As expected, that person must be like a "Special Envoy" from their world, right? That's a special organization of the SOA. It's said that those people not only possess the ability to develop Subspace but can also enter and exit different Subspaces, gaining a certain power within them. And the medium for obtaining power is that they can take possession of the characters inside the Subspace. Honestly, it sounds just like an Abyss Evil God. The only difference is that their methods might be more upright. The director mused and then suddenly became aware of something, his expression changed, and he abruptly looked up! In the large tree above his head. A hooded youth was squatting on a branch, staring down at him with an intense gaze. That look, it was as if he saw some prey. ... But... Prey? The director had never thought to brand himself that way. After locking eyes with the youth for a second, the calm smile on his face was even more arrogantly wild than the youth's! He stood up, grabbed the cat that crazily licked his blood and flung it away, then took a bloody axe in his hand. "What are you?" The director looked at him with a menacing gaze. The youth jumped down from the tree, unafraid of the sharp axe in his hand, and suddenly leaned in close to sniff him. Then he smiled and said, "Interesting, you must be the thing that just ran out from there, and you've been in contact with him." "Oh?" The director lifted his chin, looking at him with interest, "Didn't expect your dog nose to be so keen, but I wonder how well you can take a hit? Speaking of which, you stink quite terribly yourself." The tone of their conversation was calm, yet filled with hidden blades. Because the director could see at a glance! The youth was wrapped in that Abyssal aura—deep, evil, violent, and insane, filled with destructive negative energies! This guy was not human at all! He was very likely a Self-Conscious Abyss Creature! In this world, such creatures are not uncommon. But unlike the ordinary monsters that are twisted and corrupt, acting wildly on instinct to destroy and devour, those with Self-Consciousness were referred to by them as—Abyss Evil Gods! Certain Cult Organizations fervently extol these so-called Evil Gods! Thus, upon realizing the other party's identity, the director's killing intent unabashedly surged forth! The provoked youth showed a peculiar smile on his face and, after making sure this was not the person he was looking for, he leisurely stepped back a few paces. He crossed his arms, lightly bit his lip, and said to the youth with a wistful tone, "No way? Are you trying to attack me now? No way, with the same form as me?" The director's face suddenly tensed up. And the youth continued to gloat with sarcasm, "Don't tell me you haven't discovered your own abnormality yet? Or are you deceiving yourself?" As the words faded, the axe in the director's hand swung down fiercely. The youth skillfully leaped backwards, while his laughter continued to echo, "Hey, you're a monster yourself now, how can you look at someone with those eyes~" A vicious light flashed in the director's eyes, and his attacks became more frenzied and sharp, the axe drawing crimson Blood Threads in the air! His expression was cold and ruthless as he suddenly gazed towards where the youth had dodged! The retreating boy's body suddenly stiffened. He ceased his movement, looked down, and saw a wound that went deep into his bone marrow on his waist and abdomen, from which crimson blood gushed forth. But the boy was neither panicked nor did he take any measures; instead, he reached out a hand, smeared some blood, and tasted it. With a blood-red corner of his mouth, he raised an eyebrow to the director, "Not bad." Their qi clashed in an instant! The dark forest rustled ominously, sharp murderous intent swirling around. Just as the conflict between the two seemed about to escalate, suddenly— The cat pounced over fiercely! It bit down right where the boy was bleeding! The director's sword-raising motion abruptly halted. The boy, who had intended to move, also suddenly froze. Both looked down in unison and saw the black cat frenziedly lapping up the blood, its tail quivering excitedly, as if both body and spirit were calling out for joy. Boy: "..." Director: "..." After a moment of silence, the director chuckled. He knew how troublesome this cat could be. He lifted his gaze to the direction of Qiming Orphanage not far away, saw that people had already noticed the commotion in the forest, sheathed his axe, and swiftly disappeared into the darkness. There was one thing the boy hadn't got wrong. He himself was now a monster. ... After the collapse of the Subspace at Qiming Orphanage, the director realized his consciousness hadn't vanished, and he could even see a blurred image across the crack. So, he seized that sliver of opportunity. The director leaped out from the crack and landed amid the ruins of the orphanage in this world. Unlike the Subspace's midsummer climate, the current world was now in early summer, and the cool night breeze made his head strangely clear. "The place remains though people change," he thought, as the ruins of the orphanage were just as they were before he entered. If there was no change to speak of, it was himself. The orphanage looked the same, only he had changed. The director didn't indulge in nostalgia for too long; before the neighborhood office could send someone, he promptly departed from the perimeter of Qiming Orphanage. He had just run into a small grove when a cat suddenly sprung out of nowhere and bit him. The cat's ability to pursue him here was truly unexpected. This cat was very special. When he initially investigated the orphanage, he preliminarily identified that the source of SOA-09 was Yueshu the child, later assuming the cat was Yueshu's attached Rule Object. But then, when he first tried to leave the orphanage, he found himself blocked by both the cat and Yueshu. From there, the director began to focus his investigation on the cat. After several probes, he eventually confirmed that this cat was not subordinate to Yueshu. The only connection between the two was the place called Qiming Orphanage. The cat must be a new monster. Perhaps it had also approached the realm of an Evil God. But back in the Subspace, the person who possessed him had even dealt with Yueshu; he thought that the cat would be gone as well. Yet, the cat had also managed to escape! The director's mind was full of question marks, and his curiosity about the cat's situation only grew. However, given his current circumstances, continuing this investigation might prove difficult. Because he had already been corrupted by the Abyss. When he realized he couldn't leave, in order to survive in Qiming Orphanage, the director did not shy away from drawing on the power of the Abyss. So now, he actually was a monster, too. The boy hadn't been wrong earlier; he too was no longer a human, but a monster that disrupted the Order of this world. An enemy of this world. If he were to appear in the open, even his former comrades who had shared life and death would not trust a monster corrupted by the Abyss. Even he himself didn't trust how much longer he could remain sane. The director looked up at the sky. The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse; it had already been three months. ...