Chapter 57: Earth is Too Dangerous, It Wants to Return to the Dungeon!

Chapter 57 Earth's Too Dangerous—It Wants Back in the Dungeon!

"What? You said he went to the A-city branch archives to request to access files?"

Upon hearing this news, Meng Siyou was deep in writing his report on the advertising company dungeon. He immediately looked up in confusion, turning toward Jiang You.

Today, Jiang You was still dressed in a tailored long gray coat, his eyes covered by a white cloth—yet his attention still focused precisely on Meng Siyou.

"Yes. Not only that, but the archive staff also reported that one file was 'accidentally destroyed' while he was reviewing it. No one knows if he was responsible."

Neither of them directly mentioned Yi Fengchu's name, but both knew without saying who they were discussing.

The mention of a destroyed file set off a cascade of conspiracy theories flashing through Meng Siyou's mind.

He couldn't help but ask, "Which file? Could it be some top-secret file related to the True God's secrets…?"

"No. As far as I know, the A-city branch doesn’t even have the authority to archive materials of that level," Jiang You shook his head. "It was file C-16409, *An Introduction to the Curse Domain and Basic History of Deities*—just a basic reference book on the Curse Domain. Nothing special."

"Curse…"

Meng Siyou slowly repeated the word, as if digesting hidden meanings. He mused, "The previous Bee-Ant Village also involved the power of curses. Is it possible that the 'Narrator' behind him is interfering—or even making moves in this domain?"

"It's hard for me to tell whether some of his actions come from his own mind… or *His* will."

As someone who had personally experienced the gaze of the Narrator, there was almost no one who could understand the terror of His power more intensely than Meng Siyou.

Perhaps that was also why Meng Siyou was so reverent for this deity and remained particularly sensitive to matters concerning Him and His "Divine Son."

Seeing the gravity in Meng Siyou's expression, Jiang You chuckled lightly, lightening the mood. "You seem to maintain… well, an unusual amount of interest toward news about him."

"With his status, who in the higher-ups of the Anomalous Affairs Bureau *wouldn’t* be keeping close tabs?"

Meng Siyou let out a humorless chuckle. "Not to mention, I *was* his classmate once."

"So, when I found out his true identity, it was like an ordinary person discovering their friendly neighbor was actually a billionaire… or realizing their classmate was secretly a royal heir."

"True. Your connection to him is naturally closer than ours."

Jiang You nodded in agreement, his fingers automatically straightening the edges of the white cloth over his eyes. "That’s why I’ve been keeping my eyes covered lately. I don’t want to accidentally catch any traces of Yi Fengchu on you again."

That "warning" from fate was something he never wanted to experience—not even a taste of it.

As they chatted, Meng Siyou’s pen never stopped moving, swiftly filling an entire page before finally dotting the last i.

Closing the report, Meng Siyou exhaled in relief. "Thank the boosted brainpower and reflexes of an Ability user—I can write reports while holding a conversation now. Back in high school, an 800-word essay took me nearly an hour. Now? Just ten minutes."

After this brief reflection, he turned to Jiang You. "I’ll go submit the report. See you later?"

After their farewells, Meng Siyou left the office alone, walking quickly down the hallway.

He was currently on the underground fifth floor of the headquarters building, so the corridor naturally had no windows or views—just the same monotonous white walls stretching endlessly.

At the end of the hallway was the central hall of the fifth basement level, where a massive eyeball at least two meters in diameter floated midair. This was one of the Bureau’s treasured relics—the A+-ranked "All-Seeing Eye."

From the back of the enormous eyeball extended three pairs of broad, snow-white wings, their dense feathers studded with eyes of varying sizes. Each pupil shimmered with the radiance of the dual domains of "Truth" and "Secret-Seeing," twinkling like stars.

These eyes rotated slowly, gazing in all directions as if perpetually watching for secrets in every corner.

As Meng Siyou passed the All-Seeing Eye, something occurred to him. He paused, then stopped before the eyeball, standing still.

The six-winged orb immediately opened its gaze, focusing on Meng Siyou as it silently scanned him.

After a mental count to ten, starlight coalesced into text in the air—the results of the All-Seeing Eye’s observation:

「Observed Subject: Human Individual · Male · Meng Siyou.」

「Health Status: …」

「Personal History: …」

「Affiliated Domain: Silence. Rank 7, currently 27th in succession.」

「Recent Residual Energies: Life, Fate, Calamity, Silence.」

Skipping over the rest of the unimportant details, Meng Siyou focused on the last entry—the residual energies.

At first glance, everything seemed normal. All the residual energies matched his own and those of the temporary teammates he’d met in the last dungeon.

But Chu Fu’s seemingly casual comment had sowed doubts in Meng Siyou’s mind.

Chu Fu had claimed to sense the presence of 'Silence' on him…

This made Meng Siyou suddenly wonder: *Were the Silence-domain residuals detected by the All-Seeing Eye really only from himself?*

What if he had always carried remnants of the Silent Singer’s influence—and no one had noticed?

And the only entity that *might* have noticed, the All-Seeing Eye, wasn't truly conscious. It couldn’t speak or explain that while both residuals belonged to the Silence domain, their sources were different…

The mere possibility made Meng Siyou's skin crawl.

He began to debate reporting this speculation about the Silent Singer to his superiors.

If he did, he’d likely become the first Bureau member to have caught the "notice" of *two* deities…

His lips twisted in a bitter smile.

Just then, a voice seemed to speak directly into the depths of his mind, its silent power calming his nerves:

*'No need to report it. Just live as usual.'*

When the voice spoke, the entire world seemed to plunge into an instant of dead winter silence.

For a fleeting moment, Meng Siyou’s eyes lost focus. Every worry evaporated—even a memory fragment disappeared.

In his daze, he heard the voice say with amusement:

*'Don’t worry. I won’t do anything. I’ll stay quiet.'*

*'Soon, once this "hatching" is complete and He is truly crowned—no deity other than Him will be able to interfere in this dimension.'*

The unknown voice murmured a few more indistinct words before fading from Meng Siyou’s thoughts as if it had never existed.

Blinking back to awareness, Meng Siyou froze for a second, then scrubbed at the back of his neck in confusion. "Weird… why did I suddenly stop and zone out here?"

"Whatever. Better hurry and submit this report."

With that, he clutched the record book and hurried forward, leaving the silent All-Seeing Eye behind.

…

In an apartment building near A University.

Yi Fengchu had just taken a nap. After washing his face, he examined himself in the mirror and genuinely felt that good sleep had left him much more refreshed.

His phone: "...Actually, isn't that just in your head? Weren’t those dark circles under your eyes something you wanted in the first place?"

"You simply don’t understand anything about the effects proper rest and sleep have on humans."

Yi Fengchu shook his head regretfully, deliberately letting out a dramatic sigh. "But I forgive you. After all, you’re not human—you’re just a phone without body heat."

The phone: "..."

It felt like sooner or later, it would be driven to crash by this guy’s weird way of thinking and his smart mouth!

After getting ready, Yi Fengchu glanced at the clock. It was already evening.

He had slept through half the afternoon, and while comfortable, he now felt a bit bored. Deciding to take a walk downstairs before the last bit of daylight faded into night, he grabbed his phone and opened the door—just as Luo Shengle, who lived in the apartment across from his, seemed to have returned from outside. She stood with her back to him, pulling out her keys to unlock her door.

At a glance, Yi Fengchu suddenly noticed that Luo Shengle’s head was hanging unusually low, her shoulders and neck deliberately tensed up, as if bearing some invisible weight—or perhaps...

Yi Fengchu narrowed his eyes. He thought this guarded posture also looked like Luo Shengle was intentionally avoiding him, unwilling to interact.

But this was totally unlike the senior he knew.

So, for once, Yi Fengchu spoke up first when someone ignored him: "Senior Luo? Haven’t seen you in days."

Luo Shengle’s back stiffened slightly, her loose black hair sliding down her deliberately lowered shoulders, obscuring her expression.

"Ah, right..." Luo Shengle didn’t turn around, inserting the key into the lock as she replied in a perfectly normal tone, "I’ve been busy at school the past few days, leaving early and coming back late. Must’ve missed your schedule."

—*Wrong.*

Yi Fengchu stared at her slightly rigid back. Though her answer held no obvious mistake, his intuition sounded alarm bells:

The person before him was *not* the Luo Shengle he knew.

A soft *click* sounded as the key turned the lock, and the door in front of "Luo Shengle" opened just a crack.

Just as it thought it could finally escape the presence behind it—one that, for some reason, gave off intense pressure—Yi Fengchu abruptly asked in an offhand question:

"Who are you?"

"Luo Shengle" stiffened further. It didn’t understand why he would ask that. Had it messed up its act somewhere?

Of course, what it *really* wanted to ask the world was: *Why is it that when I randomly replace an ordinary player and return to this seemingly normal apartment building, the neighbor across the hall radiates such terrifyingly dangerous aura?!*

*What kind of background does this neighbor have? Is he some higher divine being?*

*How could he—or "He"—possibly lower himself to live in such a small place?*

And the most crucial question—*Isn’t this supposed to be a newbie world that’s only been dragged into the gods’ playground for a few years?!*

"Luo Shengle" screamed internally, desperately channeling its best disguise skills, mimicking Luo Shengle’s mannerisms from head to toe, striving to perfectly imitate the original without any slip-ups.

Clenching its fingers nervously, the cold key dug into its palm, bringing a dull ache. But not a trace of discomfort showed on its face. Instead, it worked up the nerve to turn around, looking back with a puzzled expression: "Xiao Yi, what are you talking about?"

Yi Fengchu’s dark eyes silently studied it. Its gaze darted nervously over his face, searching for even a hint of visible reaction—but found nothing. Then it heard him say slowly and clearly:

"I asked, *who—are—you?*"

"Luo Shengle’s" lips trembled slightly as it put on an innocent smile. "I—"

But it only managed a single syllable before Yi Fengchu interrupted with a quiet laugh, speaking as if joking:

"Why didn’t you look at me earlier? Were you nervous?"

From start to finish, Yi Fengchu’s expression could almost be described as composed and mild, his tone never rising too much.

Yet it was precisely in this soft, unassuming manner that he repeatedly delivered sharp, invasive questions, keeping "Luo Shengle" off-balance and leaving its mind blank.

It even thought—*Rather than being treated like this, unable to grasp his stance or intentions, stuck in this nerve-wracking uncertainty, wouldn’t it be better to just be exposed outright? Better to get it over with.*

For a moment, "Luo Shengle" couldn’t help but let its mask slip, its face ashen.

Just as it was about to give up and reveal itself, Yi Fengchu suddenly chuckled casually, as if nothing had happened: "Just teasing, Senior. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You must be tired these past few days. Remember to rest early."

With that, he turned and headed downstairs, his figure disappearing around the stairwell corner.

Leaving "Luo Shengle" standing frozen in place, completely rattled.

...*That was terrifying. That neighbor was absolutely terrifying.*

In just a few sentences, he had completely controlled the flow of the conversation, sending its emotions twisting like a rollercoaster.

*Earth is too dangerous. I suddenly want to go back to the dungeon!*