Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 293 – The Secret Weapon from the Capital?

“Level Seven?”

The bald, burly man stared at the scarlet exclamation mark on the screen, his voice cracking from extreme shock.

“Is this machine broken?! The highest registered Chosen One on Blue Star is mid-Level Six at best. Where did a Level Seven come from? Could it have come from the Rifts?”

“Impossible.”

Although the old man seated at the head of the table was pale, he maintained a basic level of composure.

His murky eyes were fixed on the screen, his fingers unconsciously stroking two priceless jade walnuts as he spoke rapidly.

“All Spatial Rifts are under our surveillance. A Rift capable of allowing a Level Seven lifeform to pass through simply does not exist. Even the largest one in the capital would cause a spatial collapse if a Level Seven being tried to force its way through.”

“Then where did this thing come from? Did it just pop out of a rock?”

The bald, burly man paced around the conference room in agitation. The sound of explosions continued outside, each tremor landing like a heavy punch to his heart.

“Quiet.”

The middle-aged woman, who had been silent all this time, suddenly pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose. Her eyes, usually devoid of any fluctuation, now glinted with an almost frenzied light of deduction.

“When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”

She looked up at the old man.

“There is only one possibility.”

“This is something created by that ‘Die-hard Faction’ in the capital.”

At the mention of the “Die-hard Faction,” the bald, burly man’s steps came to an abrupt halt, an expression on his face as if he had just swallowed a fly.

The old man’s hand trembled as well, and one of the jade walnuts fell with a clatter onto the alloy tabletop, rolling far away.

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“You mean… that bunch of old fossils?”

“That’s right.”

The woman pulled up a holographic map of Blue Star and tapped on the capital’s location.

“In the early days of the apocalypse, although we seized most of the resources and control, those old geezers held the most core secrets of the Academy of Sciences.”

“They always claimed to be conducting a ‘God-Making Project.’ We originally thought it was just a smokescreen they put up, especially since even our own gene-inducing agents have massive side effects.”

The woman’s voice grew colder, carrying a chill that ran down one’s spine.

“But what if… they succeeded?”

“What if they really used some method unknown to us to forcibly create a Level Seven?”

A deathly silence fell over the conference room.

Only the muffled sound of bombing continued from outside.

The speculation was too plausible.

If it were a creature from another world, they might have room for negotiation and trade; after all, they had always been Blue Star’s biggest “human traitors.”

But if it was sent by the “Die-hard Faction” from the capital, who hated them to the bone…

Then today was a dead end.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

The bald, burly man slammed his fist into the wall, instantly creating a large dent in the special alloy.

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“Those old bastards, they hid it so well! If I had known, I would have flattened the capital back then, no matter the cost!”

“What’s the use of saying that now?”

The old man took a deep breath, picked up the walnut from the table, and his eyes once again turned sinister and vicious.

“Since it’s a man-made weapon, it must have a weakness, and it must have an energy limit.”

“So what if it’s a Level Seven? Under this kind of high-intensity bombardment, how long can its energy reserves last?”

The old man shot to his feet. At this life-or-death moment, he finally displayed the decisiveness of a ruler of the Federation.

“Relay my orders!”

“Activate the defense system! Cut off all external signals, shut down all heat source reactions, and enter silent mode!”

“This base is our final fortress, buried a thousand meters underground, with a five-hundred-meter-thick layer of lead and energy-absorbing materials above it.”

“Even a Level Seven would have to exhaust itself to death trying to overturn these thousands of kilometers of mountains to find us!”

“As long as we hold steady! Once the enemy’s energy is depleted… they’ll naturally leave when they can’t find us!”

As the old man’s orders were issued, the entire underground base instantly “died.”

The lights went out, the machinery stopped, and even the life support system’s power was reduced to the bare minimum required for survival.

This group of rats hiding in the gutter once again displayed the skill they were best at—

Playing dead.

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Mist filled the Kunlun Mountains. Lava sizzled on the snow, cooling into black patches.

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Lin Fan hovered in mid-air, a few mutated vultures panting exhaustedly beneath her feet.

This “carpet bombing” had lasted a full thirty minutes, blasting the few suspected locations beyond recognition. Yet, forget a base entrance, she hadn’t even blown open a mouse hole.

“Could Chu Chen’s location data be wrong?”

Lin Fan pouted, feeling a little disheartened.

Her Mental Strength swept over the area again and again like radar, but it remained a blank slate.

The feeling was like punching cotton—soft and unyielding, leaving her frustrated.

“If brute force doesn’t work, then I’ll try something sneaky.”

With a thought, Lin Fan flipped her palm.

An exquisite black velvet box appeared out of thin air.

This was the “Ghost” set she had swindled from that big rat, Jiji, back in Border Dragon City.

It was originally meant to suppress her power to sneak into low-level Rifts. Today, she would try out another one of its functions.

Click.

The box opened.

The silver thorn necklace flashed with a cold light in the wind and snow.

Without hesitation, Lin Fan picked up the necklace with her slender fingers and fastened it around her fair neck.

Next came the pair of earrings that looked like miniature stars, and the ring engraved with countless runes.

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Finally, she picked up the forehead ornament, which resembled a crown of thorns, and gently placed it on her forehead.

Her pure white Dragon horns and this dark, gothic-style ornament were surprisingly well-matched. Paired with her black, form-fitting leather suit, it added a bewitching quality to her look.

Weng—

She infused it with her Mental Strength.

The strange fluctuation instantly enveloped her entire body.

If someone were standing in front of Lin Fan at this moment, they would be horrified to find that although they could see her with their eyes, in their perception, there was nothing but empty air.

No body heat, no heartbeat, and even the terrifying pressure of a Level Seven powerhouse had vanished in an instant.

It was as if she had been “erased” from this world.

Lin Fan checked her reflection in an ice crystal in the air, quite satisfied with her “Night Witch” look.

Then, she patted the vulture leader still trembling beneath her.

“Take your little brothers and get lost. Don’t be an eyesore.”

“Scree!”

As if granted amnesty, the vulture leader flapped its wings and flew desperately into the distance with its flock, afraid of being turned into roasted wings if they were a second too late.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, retracted her wings and, like a weightless leaf, floated down lightly behind a scorched boulder.

Now, the hunter was in position.

All that was left was to see when this nest of rats would poke their heads out.