The System Arrived Four Years Early, but the Anomaly Is Still a Juvenile - Chapter 180

“……”

Apart from Do Woo-sung’s furious, helpless roars, not a single other sound could be heard in the room. For a moment, no one knew how to respond to Shen Ge’s words.

Someone travels a long way on a business trip, arrives at the hotel, and before even stepping out the door, captures the mission’s target.

Now that’s professionalism.

Although the Korean side had supposedly killed Do Woo-sung twice before, they never found the body. And after a couple of days, he would show up “alive” again, causing trouble. They genuinely didn’t know how to handle him.

Lock him in a containment cell? What if he escapes again after Shen Ge leaves?
Just kill him? What if he just revives after Shen Ge leaves?
Since the Secretary began handling paranormal matters, this was the first time he felt such doubt and shame regarding his own country’s Anti-Paranormal Agents’ capabilities.

Hundreds of Anti-Paranormal Agents, an incident they couldn’t resolve in two months, losing two bases to the target… and then a “foreign aid” invited from next door solves it the moment he arrives!
He had considered that Shen Ge might resolve this paranormal incident, but he never imagined it would be this ridiculously fast.

“Agent Shen, please allow me to discuss Do Woo-sung’s disposal plan with the Minister…” The Secretary’s tone became even more respectful than before as he took out his phone and dialed the Minister’s office.

Shen Ge couldn’t maintain the Paranormal Domain imprisoning Do Woo-sung indefinitely without draining his mental energy. He retracted the domain, and the blood tentacles tightened instantly!
“Ah!!!”

Do Woo-sung tried to use his explosively increased paranormal energy black mist to break free, but in the next second, the mist enveloping him was completely drained dry by the blood tentacles of the “Crimson Mist Battle Armor.”

“Thanks for the treat.” A monotone, mechanical AI voice, belonging to Little Seven, came from the tentacles binding the bewildered Do Woo-sung.

“……”

Hearing this, Shen Ge was even more surprised than Do Woo-sung. He hadn’t expected Little Seven to have a ‘sassy’ side.

After Little Seven controlled the “Crimson Mist Battle Armor” to absorb the paranormal energy black mist, Do Woo-sung’s original appearance was revealed: a Korean soldier’s new recruit camouflage uniform, stained with dirt and blood. The left side of his face had several fierce knife scars, while the right side was a mist-like form. Within that black mist, one could vaguely see a red, pulsating “heart,” about the size of a baby’s fist.

But the next moment, Little Seven controlled the blood tentacles to carefully pry that pulsating, tumor-like little heart out of Do Woo-sung’s head and crush it within the blood right in front of everyone.

Then, Little Seven continued controlling the blood tentacles, drawing a butcher’s knife, stabbing it into Do Woo-sung’s chest, and slicing open his thoracic cavity.

Aberrants’ weak points were usually their “hearts.” Unsure if the “heart” in Do Woo-sung’s head was the true weakness, it was safer to check again thoroughly.

The Secretary, thinking the blood tentacles were Shen Ge’s paranormal equipment, watched him dismember Do Woo-sung but didn’t know what to say.

After all, the power of life and death lay in Shen Ge’s hands, and whether Do Woo-sung could be contained was also his decision. The Secretary didn’t dare gamble with his own life.

“Why are you looking at me? Communicate with your Minister as you should. I just wanted to test if killing this guy really lets him revive like you said.” Shen Ge looked at the Secretary.

“Yes, yes!” The Secretary quickly bowed and continued his call, his demeanor shocking the other Anti-Paranormal Agents and the sister duo. Was this the same arrogant Secretary they usually knew?

The blood tentacles extending from Shen Ge’s hand held the butcher’s knife, performing a live “anatomy lesson” for everyone. Although Little Seven was in control, the others were unaware of its existence, assuming this was Shen Ge’s “hobby” of desecrating the corpse after killing a target.

Seol was the first to lose her composure, rushing to the bathroom and vomiting violently. Yoon, fortunately, hadn’t eaten much at the dinner, was now just retching dryly.

The two Anti-Paranormal Agents turned pale; even after working in the Response Department for so long, they had never seen an Anti-Paranormal Agent with such a “hobby.”

In the two minutes it took the Secretary to speak with the Minister, Shen Ge had nearly sliced the flesh into strips, ready to be stir-fried with peppers.

“This… Agent Shen, this…” The Secretary regretted eating those extra bites at dinner, his stomach now churning.

Shen Ge stopped the blood tentacles and asked, “What did your Minister say?”

“The Minister said, if possible… he would like to request Agent Shen’s assistance in transporting Do Woo-sung’s body to the Seoul Base for containment.” The Secretary desperately wanted to call the Minister back and ask if there was any point in containing minced meat, but considering Do Woo-sung’s past resurrections, he thought containment was probably safer.

“Fine. Since I’m already here, and in the spirit of the profound friendship between our two nations, I’ll see this through to the end. I’ll help you deliver this corpse to the Seoul Base.” Shen Ge nodded, agreeing to the Secretary’s request.

“Thank you, Agent Shen. You two, quickly find an aberrant containment unit to pack up this… pile of stuff. Have Kwon Sang-il arrange for personnel to accompany us to the Seoul Base.” The Secretary instructed the two accompanying Anti-Paranormal Agents.

“Yes!”

After the two left to make arrangements, Seol, who had nearly vomited stomach acid in the bathroom, forced down her nausea and discomfort to come out. Remembering the terror and eeriness when Do Woo-sung appeared, she didn’t dare stay alone in the bathroom for long.

But upon exiting, she saw her sister lying face down on the bed, seemingly afraid to look towards the living room. Curious, she glanced over and saw Shen Ge using a pair of chopsticks to help the two Anti-Paranormal Agents pick up the minced meat from the floor and put it into a bag.

“Urgh.”

Seol’s eyes rolled back, and she fainted onto the bed.

Shen Ge glanced dismissively at the two women by the bed. “Their psychological resilience isn’t great. The sliced barbecue meat at dinner looked pretty similar, and they didn’t react like that.”

“Urgh—”

“Urgh!”

This time, even the more strong-willed Yoon couldn’t hold back, lying on the bed retching painfully, nearly bringing up stomach acid.

The Secretary, recalling the barbecue he just ate, stiffened his neck, not daring to look at the corpse on the floor, silently begging Shen Ge to stop talking.

The two Anti-Paranormal Agents, being soldiers who had faced the paranormal, had better mental fortitude. They forced down their nausea and contained the corpse, though their faces were also deathly pale.

Soon after, Kwon Sang-il, the person in charge of the Do Woo-sung case, arrived with several Anti-Paranormal Agents. They picked up Shen Ge and the others, and the group headed to the base in several black sedans.

Seol had fainted. Yoon, though unwell, remembered her professional duties and stubbornly followed them into the car. Such “dedication” surprised Shen Ge.

Shen Ge and Yoon sat in the back seat, the Secretary in the passenger seat, and a driving Anti-Paranormal Agent. The Secretary usually had his own car, but considering Do Woo-sung’s tendency to revive, he felt safer riding with Shen Ge.

Shen Ge leaned back, resting with his eyes closed, but was actually listening to Little Seven’s report on the data collected from Do Woo-sung’s corpse and the “heart.”

After killing Do Woo-sung, the system only gave the standard reward for a Tier 3 aberrant kill, with no prompt about any consumable Traits.

The system was currently in “hibernation mode,” with detection and prompt functions unavailable, so he couldn’t immediately determine if a “Deathless” trait truly existed.

Under Shen Ge’s authorization, Little Seven used the blood tentacles to perform a “sleight of hand,” hiding the heart. Then, under the pretense of “dismemberment,” it collected data on the aberrant, organized it, and sent a copy back to the Rong City Branch for Li Xiang to analyze.

Although Shen Ge had been with the Special Response Department for a year and handled numerous paranormal incidents, he still found research data headaches. He marveled at how Li Xiang could stay in the lab for days on end staring at pages of numbers. Even with his mental strength, listening to Little Seven’s report now made him drowsy.

Shen Ge had Little Seven store Do Woo-sung’s “heart” in the Bloodskin Backpack to bring back for the professionals to study later.

This wasn’t Shen Ge’s first time at the Seoul Base, but last time he hadn’t shown himself. This time, he was taken directly into the base’s interior in a dedicated vehicle.

After the Korean Paranormal Response Department’s restructuring, their forces became more organized. However, given Korea’s size—comparable to a single province in China—there was no need for multiple branches. Thus, the Seoul Base essentially became the Korean Paranormal Response Department’s headquarters.

The reception at the base was even more extravagant than at the airport. Korean soldiers lined both sides, and the Anti-Paranormal Agents, dressed in sharp suits, formed a pathway. As Shen Ge passed, they bowed in unison, offering the highest military honors Korea could bestow.

But with the heavily armed, saluting soldiers surrounding them, the Secretary leading in front, and the Anti-Paranormal Agents following behind, Shen Ge inexplicably felt like a prisoner being escorted to his execution.

Regardless, due to a series of recent overt and covert conflicts between China and Korea, their actual relationship wasn’t as harmonious as it appeared on the surface. For the Korean Paranormal Response Department to adopt such a humble posture, even if just for show, deserved high marks for the performance.

“Mr. Shen, I’ve long heard of your great reputation. I am Yoo Jin-young, Minister of the ‘Strategic Defense and Attack Response Security Bureau for Paranormal Events.’ We met briefly at the last Asian Paranormal Research Conference; I’ve been thinking of you since.” The Minister of the Korean Paranormal Response Department stepped forward, bowed, and enthusiastically shook Shen Ge’s hand.

“……”

Shen Ge’s expression turned slightly strange. His goal at the last Asian Paranormal Research Conference was to rescue Lin Yin, who was trapped by the Koreans. He had been operating under the identity of a combat soldier, hardly showing his face, let alone meeting the Korean Minister.

Although he later revealed his identity to raise his profile among the Korean agents and avoid suspicion for the underground research base attack, he was certain this man wasn’t among the Korean officials who met with Deng Yuqi.

Adhering to the Chinese tradition of “not striking a smiling face,” Shen Ge could only exchange pleasantries with the Minister. If he hadn’t repeatedly insisted he had just eaten, the Minister would have undoubtedly arranged several more banquet tables right there in the base.

Yoon stayed diligently by Shen Ge’s side, performing her duties faithfully. She was unaware of Little Seven’s existence or that it provided precise translations the moment the Minister and others finished speaking in Korean.

However, Little Seven translated using concise phrases for quick comprehension, while Yoon’s translations included more honorifics and filler words, making them sound more polite.

Yoon’s reverence and obedience immediately made Shen Ge suspicious. After all, this “honey trap” tactic was ancient history for the Chinese. Even if Korea was good at appropriating things, their stolen “stratagems” often missed the essence, resulting in a poor imitation.

So, when the sister duo, Yoon and Seol, appeared, Shen Ge had tested them explicitly and implicitly, trying to gauge their “depth.”

But after testing, he found the sisters were all surface, no substance. Their combat ability was near zero, and their psychological resilience was abysmal. Unless they were Oscar-winning actresses, they were truly, as the Secretary claimed, ordinary recent university graduates with little life experience.

Not deploying top female spies during such a perfect opportunity for planting informants seemed almost wasteful. Shen Ge grew curious about what grand scheme Korea was preparing for him.

With Yoon’s “precise translation,” Shen Ge and the Minister communicated very harmoniously. After delivering Do Woo-sung’s body to the underground containment facility together, they proceeded to the Minister’s office to discuss the next steps.

Perhaps because Shen Ge had “infiltrated” the Seoul Base last time, the surveillance and patrols inside and outside the underground containment had been multiplied several times.

The contained paranormal entities were also rearranged by tier, with high-tier and low-tier entities housed on separate floors to prevent a escaped high-tier entity from devouring all the low-tier ones.

In the Minister’s office, the Minister flattered Shen Ge politely: “It’s our honor to have your assistance, Mr. Shen. If there is any inadequacy in our hospitality, please point it out. We will certainly adjust accordingly.”

“The success and speed of this operation fully demonstrate your formidable strength, Mr. Shen. However, the aberrant Do Woo-sung’s situation is somewhat complex. Previously, after we used paranormal-energy missiles to level the forest where he was hiding, we found several charred bodies.”

“We initially thought Do Woo-sung was among them, but merely two days later, he appeared at another base.”

“If possible, we would like to request, as per our original agreement, that you stay in Korea for one week. This will ensure we can successfully resolve the Do Woo-sung issue and allow us to fulfill our duties as hosts. What do you think?”

After Yoon translated, everyone in the room looked at Shen Ge, awaiting his reply.

Shen Ge nodded. “No problem… I heard from our Minister that your country has made astonishing progress in paranormal research and paranormal equipment development recently. Would I have the honor to visit your research facilities during these few days, learn about your advanced technology, and exchange insights with your Anti-Paranormal Agents?”

“It would be our honor to have you exchange insights with our agents. Regarding your request to visit our research institute, we will arrange it as soon as possible. Currently, the world is affected by paranormal disasters. We hope our new research can be shared globally to enhance humanity’s ability to combat the paranormal…”

The Minister spoke righteously, but his words only promised to arrange a visit, without giving a specific timeframe.

The Minister dragged Shen Ge into small talk and flattery for over half an hour until Shen Ge grew impatient. Using the excuse of being “tired from encountering an aberrant right after getting off the plane and all the subsequent delays,” he had the Koreans arrange a room for him in the military barracks.

Korea is a small country, but its official appointments follow the standards of a “major nation.” Usually, these officials have little to do, so they frequently visit bases for inspections and morale-boosting. Therefore, the Seoul Base had accommodations for officials.

The room arranged for Shen Ge was a “high-end” dormitory, a standard single room with a bedroom, living room, and bathroom. Everything had been replaced with new items.

After Shen Ge entered, Yoon followed him inside, looking somewhat apprehensive. She fetched his shoes, helped him remove them, took his coat, poured water—behaving exactly like a personal maid.

Shen Ge sat on the sofa, his gaze scrutinizing Yoon, making her legs feel weak under his cold stare; she nearly knelt.

“Tell me, what do they want you and your sister to get from me by sticking so close?” Shen Ge asked with interest.

Yoon’s heart tightened upon hearing this. She instinctively knelt, bowing her head. “M-Mr. Shen, the Secretary… the Secretary only instructed us to serve as your translators, record your itinerary, and… fulfill any of your requests.”

“Any request?” Shen Ge raised an eyebrow.

“Yes…” Yoon nodded nervously. Although she had received training early on and knew what she might face, she hadn’t actually experienced it yet and was inevitably nervous.

Especially since the subject was Shen Ge, a ruthless man who had calmly skinned, dismembered, and sliced a living person (even if it was an aberrant) with a kitchen knife. That was terrifying!

“Then dance for me!” Shen Ge said.

“Ah?” Yoon was stunned.

Shen Ge asked, “You can’t?”

“I can, I can.” Yoon hurriedly replied.

“Then dance.”

“What kind of dance would Mr. Shen like to see?”

“Just dance whatever.” Shen Ge leaned back on the sofa, propping his feet on the coffee table, glancing casually at Yoon like a young master enjoying a performance.

“……”

‘Whatever’ was even more difficult.

Shen Ge rested his hand on the sofa, fingers lightly tapping the armrest as if keeping rhythm. Yoon, suppressing her embarrassment, began swaying her body and dancing a girl group dance.

Shen Ge recalled Wang Han’s joke, “Korea’s specialty is girl groups.” Sure enough, it seemed every woman knew how to dance them.

Just then, Shen Ge’s expression suddenly sharpened. A loud CRASH followed as the window behind him shattered. A dagger flew in with a sharp whistling sound.

Shen Ge calmly tilted his head slightly. The dagger easily pierced through the sofa’s backrest, brushing past Shen Ge’s hair as it shot towards Yoon in front of him.

If Shen Ge hadn’t moved his head, the dagger piercing the sofa would have also gone straight through his skull!
But Shen Ge dodged it. An ordinary person like Yoon obviously couldn’t evade it. Hearing the window break, she was already petrified, watching wide-eyed as the dagger flew towards her and struck her chest!

Yoon closed her eyes, awaiting death. However, she only felt a sharp pain in her chest, like being pricked by a needle. She instinctively opened her eyes and looked down. The dagger’s tip had pierced her skin about half a centimeter, a bead of blood trickling down from it. The dagger’s middle and hilt were entangled by blood tentacles extending from Shen Ge’s body.

“Pretty good mental fortitude. The dagger was about to pierce your heart, and you still held back from acting? Don’t tell me you thought the silicone implants would boost your defense?” Shen Ge’s gaze swept over Yoon with playful mockery.

“……”

Yoon felt like crying. She desperately wanted to explain that she’d never had surgery, let alone implanted anything in her chest.

Furthermore, wasn’t it possible that she didn’t act because she truly was an ordinary person who couldn’t possibly survive such an attack?

“Mr. Shen.”

At that moment, Little Seven reported: “Master, paranormal energy infusion detected on the dagger, but the dagger itself is made of ordinary materials, not a paranormal artifact.”

“Discard it.”

After speaking, Shen Ge stretched and stood up, turning his back to Yoon as if deliberately giving her an opening. He then looked towards the window. “She’s quite a pretty girl. Even if she’s not usable, having her as a decorative vase in the room would be pleasing to the eye. Isn’t it wasteful to just stab her to death like that?”

A cold snort came from outside the window, followed by a man’s voice: “Women who try to attach themselves to men from other countries don’t deserve to be Korean women. Besides, the Secretary gifted her to you. After you die, it’s her fate to be buried with you. I just didn’t expect you to have some skill, actually dodging that strike.”

“He, he said…” A trembling voice came from behind Shen Ge. Even in this situation, she hadn’t forgotten her primary duty.

Huh.

Incredible.

Shen Ge felt a torrent of complain stuck in his throat. In the end, a thousand words condensed into just two: “Incredible.” That was the only way to describe his astonishment at Yoon right now.

Still translating at a time like this? Employee of the Year award definitely goes to you!
“…Well, brother, not to burst your bubble, but even if I hadn’t moved my head, you still couldn’t have hurt me. Stop holding back. Since you’re here, come in and have a seat!” Shen Ge said.

To Shen Ge’s further amazement, according to Little Seven, Yoon translated his words verbatim to the person outside, including the condescending and disdainful tone.

“……”

Well, I’ll be damned! I, Madara, declare you the strongest translator!
The person outside the window was thoroughly enraged. A furious roar of “Aishibal!” came through—this time, no translation was needed for Shen Ge to understand.

Then, several more whoosh whoosh whoosh sounds followed.

Several more daggers flew in through the broken window.

Suddenly, Yoon behind Shen Ge felt herself in a strange state. It was as if her thoughts couldn’t keep up with her actions.

She was so scared she wanted to crouch down immediately, but the thought appeared without her body responding. Or rather, it was responding so slowly the change was almost negligible.

In Shen Ge’s eyes, the several daggers flying into the room seemed to freeze mid-air, as if paused. His gaze passed over the daggers, looking out the window.

Little Seven had already locked onto the assailant’s position through the paranormal energy fluctuations. Shen Ge’s Static Paranormal Domain wasn’t spread very far, but the assailant hiding not far from the window felt as if a fierce beast had locked onto him; the very air grew colder.

“Is it my imagination? Does it feel like he can see me? And… why hasn’t there been any sound from the daggers I threw?” The hidden assailant suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. But before he could react, his body suddenly sank.

The next moment, half of the assailant’s body was buried in the ground.

“What’s happening?!” The assailant looked in horror at his bizarre situation. Even if the other party attacked using paranormal artifacts, he shouldn’t feel absolutely no paranormal energy reaction.

Then, the assailant heard a series of clang clang clang sounds, like metal objects hitting the floor.

The assailant’s body continued to sink. In the blink of an eye, his entire body was buried, leaving only his head exposed above the ground.

The most terrifying part was that the surrounding soil showed no signs of disturbance. It was as if he had been “instantly” buried in the ground. The concrete pavement squeezed his chest, making it hard to breathe.

An invisible force seemed to be gripping his heart. If the other party wished, a slight squeeze would end his life.

Shen Ge stood by the window, looking at the “gopher” buried in the ground with only its head showing. He loosened the tightly clenched fist of his raised right hand slightly.

Instantly, the gopher felt the force constricting his chest vanish. The squeezing sensation in his chest eased slightly, and he gasped for air greedily.

“You have one minute to introduce yourself. If your answer satisfies me, I’ll pull you out. If it doesn’t quite meet my expectations, then you can rest here permanently.” Shen Ge said with a smile.

But in the gopher’s eyes, that smile looked like the grin of a malicious ghost.

“Don’t you dare be so arrogant! This is Korea! The number of people who want you dead is— Ah!” Before the gopher could finish, Shen Ge broke off a twig from a flowerpot near the windowsill. A blood tentacle wrapped around the twig and stabbed it into the gopher’s eye, bursting one eyeball.

At that moment, Yoon, who was leaning weakly against the windowsill beside Shen Ge, choked back the translation she was about to utter.

Seeing Yoon’s mix of fear and professionalism, Shen Ge found it genuinely amusing. He glanced disdainfully at the gopher. “47 seconds left. You’d better hurry. Not only are your skills lacking, but your brains aren’t great either. Can’t you see your life is in my hands?”

The gopher screamed, wanting to pull the twig out of his eye, but his entire body was buried, unable to move even a finger.

The gopher was actually just being stubborn. He thought that as an invited “foreign aid,” Shen Ge would have to consider their respective positions and diplomatic relations between the two countries, even if he didn’t care about their identities.

But this guy, without a word, stabbed an Anti-Paranormal Agent’s eye. Combined with his more mysterious and unpredictable, harder-to-defend-against abilities than actual paranormal entities…

No matter how stubborn the gopher was, he was starting to break.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, he said his name was Kwon Sang-hwa, captain of the 6th Team of the Anti-Paranormal Response Department, and older brother of Kwon Sang-il.

Initially, the Do Woo-sung case was his responsibility. One of the two previous “successful kills” of Do Woo-sung was his doing.

But back then, no one knew Do Woo-sung could “resurrect.” So, after dealing with Do Woo-sung, Kwon Sang-hwa was smug and didn’t conduct a thorough inspection. As a result, Do Woo-sung managed to massacre the military camp he was in that very night.

Kwon Sang-hwa took the blame for this incident, and the responsibility was transferred to his younger brother, Kwon Sang-il.

But Kwon Sang-hwa was unconvinced. It was one thing if his useless brother couldn’t handle it, but handing the case to an Anti-Paranormal Agent from another country was unacceptable.

Kwon Sang-hwa secretly planned a second operation against Do Woo-sung, overstepping his authority to use paranormal-energy missiles for a carpet bombing of the forest where Do Woo-sung was hiding. While he killed Do Woo-sung, he also caused numerous civilian and soldier casualties. After this, he was dismissed from the Response Department and imprisoned.

Kwon Sang-hwa expected his brother to plead for him, but instead, Kwon Sang-il informed him that Korea had decided to invite Shen Ge to resolve the Do Woo-sung incident.

Thus, Shen Ge earned Kwon Sang-hwa’s hatred even before arriving. He wanted to kill Do Woo-sung himself, and he also wanted to kill Shen Ge. If he killed Shen Ge, he would be Asia’s number one Anti-Paranormal Agent!

“That’s it?” Shen Ge looked at the diligently translating Yoon beside him.

Yoon nodded nervously, indicating that Kwon Sang-hwa had said all that. According to Little Seven’s translation, Yoon hadn’t lied.

Shen Ge felt somewhat disappointed upon hearing this. He had thought it was some covert scheme by the Koreans, but it turned out to be just a series of messes caused by the jealousy of a minor lackey.

“I see you don’t have any paranormal artifacts on you. How were you controlling the flying daggers?” Shen Ge looked at Kwon Sang-hwa and asked.

Kwon Sang-hwa gritted his teeth and didn’t respond.

“I said I’d only give you one minute. I gave you the chance, you didn’t want to take it. Don’t blame me.” Shen Ge raised his hand and made a squeezing motion. Kwon Sang-hwa’s eyes widened instantly, bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

The next second, he stopped breathing.

Over the past few months, Shen Ge had practiced the Intangible Paranormal Domain the most. His control over it had become precise down to the “millimeter.” So, after deploying the Intangible Paranormal Domain, as long as the target didn’t have defensive paranormal artifacts protecting their body or resisting his mental energy, he could even perform a long-distance “heart extraction” from afar.

Having crushed Kwon Sang-hwa’s heart, Shen Ge couldn’t be bothered with further talk. With a wave of his hand, the mental energy released by “Collapse” dragged Kwon Sang-hwa’s body and buried it ten meters underground.

Shen Ge could have buried him deeper, but it was unnecessary and would only waste mental energy.

Knock knock knock!

Just then, a series of urgent knocks sounded at the door. Shen Ge returned to the sofa and sat down, signaling Yoon to answer it. When the door opened, it was security personnel who had heard the noise coming to inquire.

Nearly five minutes had passed from Kwon Sang-hwa’s attack until now. That security only sent someone to ask now made it hard for Shen Ge not to suspect that someone wanted to use this chance to test his capabilities further.

After all, Kwon Sang-hwa was considered a “major criminal” of the Anti-Paranormal Response Department. It didn’t make sense for there to be no reaction to such a large living person disappearing.

“Mr. Shen, we heard a loud noise. Did something happen?” The guard’s tone was respectful, his gaze peering past Yoon into the room.

After Yoon translated the guard’s words, she looked at Shen Ge, waiting for him to speak so she could translate, not presumptuously answering the guard’s question herself.

“The wind was a bit strong; it broke the window,” Shen Ge said.

Yoon was momentarily stunned upon hearing this but still translated Shen Ge’s words as instructed.

“This…” The guards exchanged awkward glances upon hearing this, really wanting to ask how strong the wind was to break a window.

“Well, since the window is broken… we’ll immediately arrange another room for you, Mr. Shen,” the guard leader said after a moment’s thought.

“That won’t be necessary. It’s the living room window that’s broken; the bedroom is fine, it won’t affect my rest. You may leave,” Shen Ge replied.

“Alright then. If you have any other requests, Mr. Shen, just have someone notify us.” The guard leader didn’t insist and led his men away.

After Yoon closed the door, she returned to the living room and looked at Shen Ge sitting on the sofa, her heart filled with anxiety. Finally, suppressing her nervousness, she asked if he wanted her to continue dancing.

“……”

Shen Ge’s words carried a deeper meaning: “You know, it seems women in your country really live in dire straits. Not only are they given away like commodities, but even your own countrymen think they can kill you on a whim. And what about that supposed ‘fifty years of power in this fist,’ that punch force supposedly a generation ahead of our Great Celestial Dynasty? Is this it?”

As he spoke, Shen Ge moved his clenched fist over the coffee table and then opened his fingers. With a series of clatter clatter sounds, the listening devices and pinhole cameras that Little Seven had detected and dismantled fell onto the table.

Yoon bit her lip, seeming to make a decision. Suddenly, she fell to her knees with a thud and kowtowed heavily to Shen Ge. “Mr. Shen, please, save me.”

“Oh? And how should I save you? Are you referring to physically, or spiritually?” Shen Ge raised an eyebrow, seemingly waiting for Yoon to continue.

Yoon placed her hands on the floor, her forehead touching the ground, and began telling Shen Ge about her and her sister’s situation.

As was well known, Korean chaebols wielded immense power within the country. The power of life and death wasn’t held by the government but by these chaebols.

Women with some looks either chose to attach themselves to these chaebols voluntarily or ended up becoming their playthings, discarded at will once they grew tired of them.

“Girl groups” weren’t just a part of the entertainment industry; they had also become a political tool for Korean chaebols. Therefore, many women were selected and trained from their student days, either to be gifted to chaebol scions or used in diplomacy to “bribe” important foreign officials.

As the country with the most advanced plastic surgery technology in the world, while technology could now turn almost anyone into a beauty as long as the gender was right, natural beauty was still more favored.

And the Yoon sisters had the added bonus of the “twin sister duo” buff. So, during middle school, they were targeted, selected, and sent to a Korean organization called “Crimson Flower Bud” for training.

Crimson Flower Bud would train the women sent to them according to their “aptitude,” molding them into various types—seductive, alluring, innocent, etc.—artificially creating stunning top quality. Finally, they received spy training. Once the chaebol scions grew tired of them, they were used in diplomacy to gather intelligence from other countries.

From the moment the Yoon sisters entered Crimson Flower Bud, they knew what they would face. They wanted to escape this tragic fate.

But as beings at the very bottom, they could do nothing.

This “gifting” to Shen Ge was their first mission. Because they were groomed by Crimson Flower Bud for the “innocent” route, even the most innocent flower would show signs of being “plucked.” What awaited them then was either being disposed of as discarded goods or given to chaebol scions to be used as “pots” or “vessels.”

Yoon kowtowed and said, “Mr. Shen, with your ability and status, if you just say the word, the Secretary would certainly be willing to let my sister and me return to your country with you.”

“?”

Shen Ge’s eye twitched slightly as he looked at Yoon as if she were an idiot. “Girl, have your brains been addled by the training? Me, taking two spies back to my country? Do you think my life is too comfortable, or that I have nothing better to do, inviting such trouble? Besides, how do you know I don’t have some… particular hobbies? Maybe I play even wilder than your chaebol scions… And those ‘pots’ and ‘vessels’ of yours were learned from our Great Celestial Dynasty anyway. No need to change locations just to be a ‘beauty vessel,’ right?”

Yoon raised her head, her pale face looking at Shen Ge, and said with a firm tone, “I… I know you are definitely not that kind of per…vert, Mr. Shen. If you were, my sister and I wouldn’t still be… well, as we are now. Mr. Shen, if you are worried that my sister and I have received spy training, then if you are willing to take us away from Korea and settle us somewhere no one knows us, we are willing to live under surveillance for the rest of our lives.”

Yoon hesitated on the word “pervert.” While Shen Ge might not be that kind of pervert, his hobby of dismembering corpses certainly fit the term.

But her thinking was simple: even if they had to live caged like animals for the rest of their lives, it would be better than being treated as toys by perverts.

“Sorry, I can’t help you,” Shen Ge said in a flat tone.

Although taking two people away might indeed be just a “small effort,” the issues involved were too numerous. He was someone who disliked trouble, especially for people he’d only known for a day. Who knew how much truth was in Yoon’s words? Saving her meant taking on all the risks.

“Mr. Shen!” Yoon said, her voice choked with tears.

Just then, another series of knocks sounded at the door, though this time they were much lighter.

“Get the door,” Shen Ge said.

Yoon nodded, immediately got up to open the door, wiping the tears from her face as she did. But she froze when she saw who was outside.

Standing at the door was none other than her sister.

“Sister?”

Seeing Yoon’s state, Seol thought she had been mistreated by Shen Ge. Though her heart ached for her sister, she felt nothing but helplessness and despair.

They were powerless. What could they do even if they were bullied?

“Come in first,” Yoon said, seeing that only Seol was outside, and pulled her into the room.

Upon asking, she found out that after Shen Ge confirmed he would stay at the Seoul Base, the Secretary had sent a car to pick up Seol, clearly understanding the concept of double the pleasure.

After Yoon brought Seol inside and explained the situation, Seol was utterly shocked. She hadn’t expected her sister to pin their last hope on this man they had just met.

Looking at the sister duo kneeling before him, begging, Shen Ge suddenly remembered they had received spy training and casually asked, “Speaking of which, since you’ve had professional spy training, how much do you know about this base?”

Yoon and Seol exchanged glances, then shook their heads helplessly. “Mr. Shen, we only received training in theft, eavesdropping, and such. But you know, since we were ultimately meant to be gifted away, we could never access classified information. So…”

“I see. That’s fine. You two should get some sleep early. I’m going to take a stroll around your base here and maybe steal some classified information while I’m at it,” Shen Ge said with a laugh.

Yoon and Seol felt a chill upon hearing this. Shen Ge openly telling them he was going to steal classified information… was he planning to silence them… or was this a test?

Either way, it was an unsolvable problem for the two sisters. The only thing they could do was choose whether to report this truthfully or keep it secret for Shen Ge.

But did Shen Ge need them to keep it secret?

The answer was obviously no.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Ge jumped out through the window, leaving the two sisters kneeling in the living room.

The two women remained kneeling.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

The younger sister finally couldn’t hold back. “Sister, what should we do?”

Yoon’s expression darkened. “In that case… we can only rely on ourselves to seize the opportunity. Follow me.”

With that, she stood up, brushed the dust from her knees, walked to the window, and looked outside. The quiet backyard was empty, not a soul in sight.

After observing for a while, she placed a hand on the windowsill, leaped lightly, and flipped out through the window.