Chapter 83: This One is Indeed Special, He Might Really Not Be Human…

Chapter 83 This One Is Indeed Special—He Might Truly Not Be Human...

After building the divine kingdom and tossing the gatekeeper inside, Yi Fengchu felt deep spiritual exhaustion—far more draining than cramming for finals.

Upon returning to his original world, he completely lost the will to move. Lying serenely on his bed with his hands folded over his abdomen, he sank into deep slumber—so serene that it seemed he wasn’t merely resting in bed but already laid in a coffin, as if the lid could be nailed shut any second.

Had his phone not detected that all of Yi Fengchu’s physiological readings were normal, it would have almost dialed emergency services.

Outside the window, the light gradually dimmed. By the time Yi Fengchu groggily awoke, it was already dusk.

A sliver of golden twilight seeped through the gap in the curtains, softly illuminating a corner of the bedroom wall. Still dazed, Yi Fengchu stared blankly at the patch of light for a long while, his mind completely blank.

Suddenly, his phone beside him spoke up in a quiet, eerie tone, "Don’t you think… you’ve forgotten something?"

Clearly not yet fully awake, Yi Fengchu mumbled in confusion, repeating the words, "...Forgotten something?"

The phone’s vents emitted a sigh-like puff of air, as if sighing in resignation. "Never mind. I’m sure they’ll call soon anyway."

Completely clueless, Yi Fengchu freshened up, still unable to recall what he’d overlooked—until, just as his phone predicted, he received a call.

On the other end of the line, Luo Shengle’s voice came through, "Sorry to bother you, Yi—Yi—"

She hesitated for a few seconds, likely struggling with how to address him, before settling on the more casual "Junior Yi."

Embarrassed, she explained, "Due to certain circumstances, I’ve been temporarily detained by a… specialized government bureau. Could you come as my guarantor to bail me out?"

"The spare key to my apartment is on top of the doorframe. Could you grab my ID for me? It’s placed in..."

Yi Fengchu froze, the phone still pressed to his ear, all traces of sleepiness vanishing in an instant.

He suddenly realized—he’d completely forgotten about the Fake Senior Sister who had taken over Luo Shengle’s body!

Which meant Luo Shengle was now most likely sharing her body with the imposter.

And somehow, their situation had escalated to the point where they were both locked up in the Anomalous Affairs Bureau—singing the blues behind bars...

"Alright, Senior Sister, don’t panic. I’ll be there soon," Yi Fengchu reassured her calmly before asking, "Is the address the A-City Branch of the Anomalous Affairs Bureau?"

Luo Shengle paused, then remarked with a hint of awe, "So you *do* know about Abilities and the esoteric world..."

"Then I’ll leave it to you!"

Faint footsteps followed—likely someone approaching Luo Shengle, quietly asking if she’d finished the call before confiscating her phone.

The line went dead, leaving only the monotonous drone of the dial tone.

...

"Found a guarantor?"

"Yes, he’ll be here soon."

Luo Shengle nodded and handed the phone back to the staff member across from her.

She had to admit, Junior Yi’s composed demeanor was like a clear, cool spring, dousing the anxiety in her heart and easing her earlier panic.

Opposite her, Meng Siyou took the phone from her and remarked casually, "Given the classified nature of the Anomalous Affairs Bureau, our regulations stipulate that only those aware of the supernatural can act as guarantors. Hope you understand."

"Still, there aren’t many Ability users around. Typically, detainees have to wait at least a day before finding an eligible and willing guarantor. You were surprisingly quick."

Luo Shengle maintained a polite smile, nodding in agreement with the official’s words.

Internally, however, she mused that she, too, had only recently discovered Junior Yi’s secret identity...

Not only that—he was a figure of lofty status in the esoteric world, the sole progeny of a great True God!

In a religious context, countless devout artists would likely carve his likeness into statues or lavish precious pigments to depict him beneath the divine throne on cathedral domes...

*Revealing his identity would probably make you faint!*

‘Oh? So your neighbor holds such a title? The Son of Destiny?’

An unfamiliar voice suddenly echoed in Luo Shengle’s mind, its tone laced with astonishment as it murmured,

‘No wonder Bryce appeared in this backwater world...’

‘If you know such secrets, you must be no ordinary person either.’

‘Let me guess… Are you a follower of Destiny, perhaps even blessed by His favor?’

Instinctively, Luo Shengle pressed a hand to her temple, as if she could physically reach the intruder trespassing in her mind through flesh and bone.

Her expression cooled as she retorted internally, ‘I won’t answer any of your questions until my guarantor arrives.’

This was her first time being detained, and she had no patience for uninvited guests in her head—let alone idle chatter.

But Fake Senior Sister was undaunted. ‘No need to be so wary! You’re connected to the Son of Destiny—surely you don’t think I’d dare harm you?’

‘Relax, I value my life too much to risk being shredded to pieces by Bryce.’

Though the tone was earnest, Luo Shengle remained unmoved, her wariness and resentment unwavering.

After all, if not for this creature, she wouldn’t have ended up in custody right after leaving the simulation!

Here’s how it all unfolded—

A few hours earlier, Luo Shengle’s consciousness had finally returned to her body.

Unlike the usual corporeal transfer, the fragile human soul was far more sensitive to spatial displacement.

The moment she re-entered her body, a wave of dizziness crashed over her like a tidal surge, accompanied by nausea akin to motion sickness.

To make matters worse, a startled shriek pierced through the ringing in her ears:

‘Heavens, you actually survived and returned this quickly?!’

‘The Father of Nightmares never lets any living being escape His hunting grounds… Did that old bastard finally kick the bucket?’

...What—what was that voice?

At the time, Luo Shengle was still in a fog, her cognitive functions slowed.

When she lifted her head, she was stunned to find herself standing at the entrance of a bustling shopping mall, a bag of daily necessities in hand—as if she’d never entered the simulation at all, her body autonomously maintaining daily routines.

Her mind short-circuited again, a tumult of thoughts surfacing.

She was slowly trying to process: What… is going on?

Could everything that happened in the previous mission—the eerie "father" and "mother," the divine manifestation that descended, the enormous hand that lifted her—all be her imagination?

Had she simply gone shopping at the mall?

Luo Shengle was stunned by this utterly bizarre situation. The grip of her left hand loosened unconsciously, and the bag of snacks and other goods went tumbling to the ground.

In her daze, she recalled the sudden shout she had just heard, mistaking it for someone speaking beside her. She whipped her head around and raised her voice, "Who? Who's talking?..."

"..."

The bustling crowd around her abruptly fell silent for a moment before giving her weird looks, as Luo Shengle had seemingly started talking to herself.

This young girl… is she nuts?

Soon, an empty space formed around Luo Shengle as passersby automatically gave her space.

'Ah,' the unfamiliar voice sighed in her mind. 'If you keep talking to yourself, people are going to think you're a schizophrenic hallucinating. Just leave.'

"You… you're in my head?"

Luo Shengle finally realized and grabbed her head, unaware of how bizarre her behavior appeared to onlookers.

Realizing it was inconvenient to continue the conversation in public, she lifted her right foot to take a step forward—but strangely, it felt like something else was moving her body, making her left foot move against her will.

And so, things went from bad to worse.

Luo Shengle tripped over her own feet in an absurd manner and went sprawling onto the pavement with a *thud*.

Fortunately, the crowd had already kept their distance, or she might have taken a few people down with her.

Lying in the space the pedestrians had generously cleared for her, Luo Shengle could practically feel the burning stares on her back, her cheeks turning red with humiliation.

A creeping dread spread in her heart. She desperately wanted to get up!

But the moment she raised her right hand, another consciousness forced it back down.

Then her right leg moved uncontrollably, as if trying to bend and support her body—except her left foot refused to cooperate…

For a moment, Luo Shengle flailed like a newborn baby, limbs twisting and flailing helplessly as she squirmed pathetically on the ground.

'Hey—hey hey hey—!'

The voice in her head exclaimed in shock, 'What are you doing? Did you just meet your limbs for the first time today?'

'I’m begging you, just stop moving!'

Luo Shengle was so furious she let out a bitter laugh. Without thinking, she snapped, "This is *my* body, and you're telling *me* not to move?"

"No, wait—what *are* you? Why are you in my body? Are you an Ability user with some special power, a legendary evil spirit, or something not human?"

The surrounding noise drowned out her mention of "Ability user," but her muttering and twisted crawling were more than enough to freak people out.

In no time, word spread fast—"A mentally disturbed woman appeared at the mall entrance"—flying across half the street.

Amid the growing crowd, someone even called the police.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

Coincidentally, a patrol team from the A City branch of the Anomalous Affairs Bureau happened to be driving by. When they passed Luo Shengle’s location, the energy fluctuation detector in their vehicle started going crazy.

Assuming a rogue Ability user was causing a public disturbance, the patrol team immediately took action, stepping out to investigate…

And so, Luo Shengle was hauled in here.

Recalling this series of events, Luo Shengle felt like she had lost every shred of dignity for the rest of her life. She couldn’t help but curse the weird voice in her head a few more times.

Fake Senior Sister: '…?'

What now? Why was she suddenly being scolded?

Behind the bars, Meng Siyou sat across from Luo Shengle, having finished reviewing the patrol team’s report and the energy detector’s records. He sighed with a smile, "Your luck is truly terrible."

Luo Shengle stared at him, confused, as the man, who appeared about her age, asked, "Earlier on the street, had you just escaped from some dangerous mission?"

She nodded in confusion, and Meng Siyou explained, "The energy fluctuations you triggered on the detector were off the charts. The patrol team almost mistook you for a dangerous unregistered Ability user."

"But now it seems your own ability rating isn’t that high—probably around Level 3 or 4. The earlier crazy readings must have come from something you encountered in the instance."

"I was wondering how anyone could simultaneously have abilities from four domains—death, curse, fate, and wind. My bad."

Realizing Luo Shengle was likely just an unlucky bystander, Meng Siyou’s attitude noticeably warmed.

He had someone bring her a pack of wet wipes so she could clean her dirty hands, then poured her a cup of tea and offered a sheepish grin:

"Even though this was a misunderstanding, regulations require us to see this through. You’ll need to fill out an Ability user registration form, and then your guarantor can take you away… Sorry about this."

"Don't worry, the authorities hold no prejudice, hostility, or discriminatory treatment toward registered Ability users. As long as you don’t use your abilities to break the law, you can live a perfectly normal life."

"If you ever get in a bind, you can always come to the Bureau for help."

Luo Shengle let out a small breath and smiled back. "Understood."

As she spoke with Meng Siyou, she sized him up with mild curiosity.

His uniform alone told her a lot—from its specific design to the badge on his shoulder, it was distinctly different from the standard uniforms of other Bureau staff in the branch…

She got the feeling this man likely held the highest position in the branch.

Was he some top brass from headquarters, stationed in A City for some reason?

With nothing else to do, Luo Shengle’s mind was running wild with theories, amusing Fake Senior Sister, who knew better than to poke her further.

"Captain Meng, the guarantor is here!"

The door opened, and the staff member who entered wore a funny look.

After a brief pause, he lowered his voice and added, "The guarantor’s identity is… rather special. Heads up…" Then he turned to someone outside. "Right here, please come in."

Meng Siyou didn't think much of it.

They were all Ability users—how special could this person be?

But when Yi Fengchu appeared in the doorway, complete shock hit Meng Siyou.

Special. This one was *truly* special… he thought, stunned.

After all—Yi Fengchu might not be human at all!