Their Security Bureau was originally a department responsible for handling supernatural phenomena. Before the apocalypse, the world that seemed unremarkable to ordinary people was actually full of loopholes in their eyes.

As the bureau chief, he was a staunch materialist who never believed in any Ghost God, thinking that so-called supernatural powers were just phenomena that science hadn’t had the chance to explain yet.

"Let’s focus on figuring out how to escape from here. The sea level is rising, and staying here will surely lead to death."

The white-haired old man opened the window, feeling the fierce wind as he looked outside. The endless black sea surface shimmered with strange brilliance, seeming both bright and dark.

The sea level was only seven or eight meters away from them, with the dozen or twenty floors below already submerged in water.

More terrifyingly, even the best swimmers couldn’t swim in this water and would sink unless they had immense physical Strength to move in this dark sea temporarily.

Most of the people who stayed here had died, leaving only about a hundred, not drowned, but because there were monsters in the sea.

The strong wind suddenly weakened, and melodious singing rang in their ears, fluctuating in tone, not loud, like a whisper.

"It’s happening again, everyone block your ears and steady your Spirit. Jumping down is certain death, hold on to the people next to you."

The white-haired old man quickly shut the window and shouted loudly downward.

Many of them had heard the inexplicable sounds and then unknowingly jumped to their deaths. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

This singing didn’t come all the time but appeared sporadically and unpredictably, taking them by surprise, forcing them to remain constantly tense.

Zhong Jueqing’s expression remained unchanged, seemingly unaware of the song rippling through the space, only saying, "Old man, you go, take those who can still walk. I can’t go anymore, and even if I escaped, it might not lead to survival."

He seemed fine now, but his body was exhausted, unable to bear the overuse of powerful Superpowers.

The white hair on his head had increased, unable to be covered by a hat, yet the sharp demeanor between his brows and eyes hadn’t faded.

The white-haired old man smiled, gripping his shoulder: "Even if you’re a corpse, I’ll take you back. You know I’m someone who values benefits, and I can’t weigh too many things."

They weren’t entirely without means to leave. They had acquired a few small wooden boats as Mysterious Items from previous missions. When placed on the black sea, they wouldn’t sink.

But these boats were too small, capable of taking only a few people. Moreover, even if they got on the boat, survival wasn’t guaranteed.

The white-haired old man picked Zhong Jueqing up securely on his back, shouting, "Execute as planned, some will leave, some will hold the position here, and keep the noise down while the wind’s low."

When the singing drifted over the sea, the wind would calm down, paradoxically their best time to leave.

"Yes, chief, we’re all ready, we can depart now," said an officer in a gray uniform, stepping forward.

Zhong Jueqing looked down, muttering silently, "Old man, you never listen to reason. Old age makes you stubborn."

The white-haired old man scoffed, "Hmph, listening to you would ruin everything. Your current state is brought about by yourself."

"Say one more word and I’ll throw you off!"

The sea surface was relatively calm, and the small wooden boat gently rocked with the waves.

Zhong Jueqing was placed at the back of the small wooden boat by the white-haired old man, followed by over forty people continuously boarding.

"Hold on here, it’ll only take a day to go back and forth. If we return alive, someone will come to get you." The white-haired old man shouted from the boat’s bow, waving his hand with few words:

"Let’s go, set sail."

The people left behind watched the departing small wooden boat, remaining silent without complaining.

The terms of who would leave or stay had been discussed and agreed upon beforehand.

Sometimes life is like this, bitter yet clear.

Here, the sky was bright at night, with the dark mist being drawn into the black sea, revealing the Galaxy of stars above.

Before long, the small boats were separated by waves, with each having an Extraordinary or Superpower User to provide power, theoretically allowing them to cross much of the distance back to shore.

Zhong Jueqing’s eyes were bleary, occasionally flashing blue light. He was blind, yet not completely; unable to see the True World but sensing other inexplicable existences.

"Old man, let me send you on your final journey." He placed a hand on the boat’s edge, his eyes bursting with dazzling light, propelling the small boat faster forward.

The white-haired old man watched without stopping him, knowing Zhong Jueqing’s path lay with the Extraordinary. If he couldn’t become one, even returning would be a dead end.

The problem was that his Superpowers were too strong, instead making it hard for him to become an Extraordinary.

Not long after departing, some ink-black fish started jumping onto the boat, which they knocked off with weapons.

A large amount of blood spread around the boat, starkly visible, like red ink dripped into black ink that didn’t mix.

A relatively young team member, seeing this scene, was extremely nervous, his body trembling: "What are those things? I see blood, so much blood!"

The white-haired old man slapped the back of his neck, knocking him out, then shouted again, "Relax, it’s just fish. Nothing to fear. We’ll be back soon."

Their resolve wasn’t lacking nor was their bravery; rather, long battles had drained their energy, leaving only a final reserve.

They also knew that getting on the boat still held a high likelihood of death.

Everyone’s phones showed a common mission: to escape by sea.

[Mission (Escape by Sea): Trapped on this boundless, dark sea, you can only rely on several small wooden boats. Something might be lurking underwater. Can you really make it back?]

After about half an hour, the wind picked up again over the sea.

The seawater splashed onto their faces, salty and bitter, with lightning and thunder raging in the sky, as though something was roaring.

Zhong Jueqing clutched the boat’s edge tightly, maintaining its stability under his control amidst the storm.

He roared, standing with blood in his mouth.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man stood up and promptly knocked him unconscious with a palm strike: "Reckless! Everyone hold tight; the boat likely won’t capsize. There’s something underwater, just keep quiet as we pass."