Chapter 691: Chapter 8: Uninvited Guest (4,200 Words)

Equality Association Building, Guest Lounge on the Tenth Floor.

Chen Zaikun quickly arrived at the entrance of the hall, but he didn’t directly push the door open to enter; instead, he observed the visitor from a distance.

To be honest, even before he arrived, this leader was already silently investigating the mysterious guest using his powerful perception ability.

It was indeed very strange; Chen Zaikun was now a Tier Six expert, with perception abilities strong enough to cover the entire area. If he desired, theoretically, he could investigate anyone in G District remotely, uncovering their physical condition and strength.

He fully possessed such abilities.

But oddly, when this perception ability descended upon the guest, Chen Zaikun couldn’t detect anything.

If his perception was compared to a light that could illuminate everything, then this visitor was a black hole hovering in space, through which even light couldn’t penetrate.

There were only two possibilities for such a situation—either the visitor indeed possessed no abilities, or...

This guy’s strength went beyond the range of Chen Zaikun’s perception, matching his tier, or even higher...

As a leader, when Chen Zaikun considered issues, he always assumed he was facing the worst possible scenario.

"Huh..."

He took a deep breath and finally pushed open the door, walking inside.

And only then did he finally get a clear view of the visitor’s appearance.

It was a young man-like figure, draped in a thin gray windbreaker. The material was ordinary, and amidst the headquarters of the Equality Association filled with high-end suits, it even appeared somewhat shabby.

Sunglasses covered the upper half of his face, leaving only the sharp jawline. His facial features were not particularly handsome, yet were sharply defined, exuding a cold and stern charisma. He stood on the edge of the thick carpet, like a silent shadow.

Chen Zaikun’s heart trembled, not due to fear, but rather a source of caution.

Something was off, completely off.

He believed he could fully control everything within this building, just like controlling his own limbs; his perception permeated every inch of this space.

But just like the previous perception, this person right before him, though physically visible, resembled a rock sunk at the bottom of the water—no ripples, no warmth, and no sign of any vitality.

His vision and perception were forcibly severed—had he not seen with his own eyes, Chen Zaikun might have suspected there was nothing but empty air in that spot.

"No wonder the guards couldn’t stop him at all."

Chen Zaikun thought silently, the caution in his mind escalating to its peak, yet his face remained calm and courteous.

"Please sit."

Chen Zaikun gestured with his hand towards the nearby sofa, indicating that the man in gray need not be apprehensive.

The man in gray grinned, nodded slightly, walked over to take a seat, his back straight, steadily settled on the soft leather couch, an unusual aura surrounding him.

Chen Zaikun’s gaze was like needles, scanning over the edges of the sunglasses, trying to capture a trace of expression, but the result was disappointing as ever. He couldn’t discern anything.

Gradually, he even actively engaged his finely honed intuition, the sixth sense that had saved his life in countless life-and-death gambles.

However, as intuition extended, the feedback returned only an abyss of emptiness.

Chen Zaikun instinctively picked up a glass of water, took a gentle sip, using the brief action to sort his thoughts.

And just at that moment, the man in gray spoke.

"Mr. Chen."

His voice wasn’t loud, even a bit hoarse, yet carried an unusual penetrating force, each word seemingly etched directly into Chen Zaikun’s mind.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Zhu Xing."

The youth named Zhu Xing softly took off his sunglasses, revealing his eyes.

They were eyes set against a pure black background, yet in the pupils, a hint of red could be faintly seen.

This red color was by no means the result of colored contact lenses nor artificially dyed with specialized techniques; it seemed more like an innate hue.

However...

Red eyes, normally, shouldn’t exist; human eyeball chromosomes lack this trait, unless...

Unless Zhu Xing wasn’t a normal human at all.

Chen Zaikun’s hand holding the cup subtly paused.

Suddenly, he recalled an ancient legend—that those with red eyes would bring unimaginable calamity to civilization.

These individuals essentially were incarnations of natural disaster, destruction gifted to humanity by the world.

Thus, they earned a unique name.

Calamity Demon.

"Could this guy be a Calamity Demon? That would certainly explain the issue with his aura just now."

Chen Zaikun thought silently.

Indeed, only a Calamity Demon could possess such peculiar abilities.

Yet he was somewhat puzzled.

Because in his impression and memory, the red in Calamity Demons’ eyes occupied the entire eyeball, turning the eye into something resembling a "red gem."

But the red in this young man’s eyes only occupied half of the pupil.

Could it be, Zhu Xing was not a mere Calamity Demon, but an outlier among them?

"There’s no need for wild speculation, sir."

Zhu Xing chuckled, calmly saying, "My identity, to you and other mortals, is akin to a curse. You’ll never find the answer, and naturally... I cannot provide it."

"However, the purpose of my visit is quite simple."

Saying so, he stretched lazily, laughed, "If I’m not mistaken, you, a Tier Six Middle Death God, are truly ’the strongest in the world.’"