Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 326 - 310: Mass Recruitment, Base of Operations, Main Quest?

Chapter 326: Chapter 310: Mass Recruitment, Base of Operations, Main Quest?

In the hearts of young people, there is a longing for progress, and within the Patrol Office, the ones unanimously recognized as the most progressive are Li Shang and Feng Ju.

Of course, whether one of them ends up first or second, or who ultimately receives the honor of "Most Progressive of the Year," will depend on who can claim the Chief of Patrol Office’s seat next.

Chen Yang withdrew from his reverie, pulling his thoughts back to the case at hand.

"However, the old Chief Constable’s suggestion does have some merit, but he overlooked one crucial point: among those involved in this case, it’s not just a single individual or group wearing my skin, but two obviously opposing sides."

Chen Yang looked at the content on his phone, his mind spinning quickly:

"One side wants to kill the warden, the other side is the warden; from the tone of those guards I just encountered, they should be on the warden’s side, so I need to help this side eliminate the other."

Guided by the report from [Graveyard Tree], Chen Yang quickly arrived at the same conclusion as the old Chief Constable,

"Warden Qian Huan is essentially doomed, a fast-sinking ship, stepping over it to elevate myself shouldn’t be an issue, haha—"

Deep inside, Chen Yang had to admit that in making this judgment, aside from calm rational analysis, there was also a trace of impulsive emotion.

He couldn’t help it; young people are naturally spirited, and he felt particularly aggrieved and dissatisfied by the final scene in the elevator earlier.

He eagerly looked forward to a future day when he’d have the chance to see that punchable face again, only this time, he hoped the scene would be different, such as that person sitting behind iron bars while he stood outside?

That scene would surely be interesting!

"First, what I need to do is..."

Chen Yang’s eyes lit up as he revved the engine, heading towards the crematorium.

On the other side, in the convoy speeding back to the prison, Feng Mu sat in the backseat with his eyes slightly closed, feeling a bit reflective:

"Thinking back to those times, I had to rack my brains just to deal with something as simple as a murder and body disposal, often ending up in a sorry state. How could I be as composed as I am now, even having the Patrol Office collect bodies for me?!!"

Feng Mu felt increasingly attuned to this world, gradually unraveling the clear rules of its game-play operation.

"Individual strength is certainly important, but the power of the organization is even more critical. By merely donning a layer of skin, the height and scenery of the position I stand on are completely different."

"Therefore, [Destiny]’s previous ’thug tactics’ was essentially a one-man confrontation against the entire world, not impossible, but such tactics only suit numerical games."

"In the real world, such thinking is overly naive; one should learn to tightly integrate personal growth with organizational expansion."

In other words, [Destiny] shouldn’t always confront the world government head-on but should seek a more ingenious strategy, merging quietly like a parasite, making the world government and [Destiny] inseparable."

Feng Mu pondered with closed eyes, unbeknownst to anyone, that the first seeds of [Destiny]’s future program reform were planted because of a small prison.

In another lifetime, that great man who reshaped the world once proposed a grand strategy in the most difficult times—to surround the cities by the countryside to gradually control the overall situation.

At this moment, a grand and far-reaching plan was slowly sketched in Feng Mu’s mind—a prison inversely parasitizing the government.

"The first step is to transform the Second Prison into [Destiny]’s new nest, or more vividly, hatch it into a tumor spreading toward Zone 9!"

Feng Mu slowly opened his eyes; in his original plan, he only intended to turn the Second Prison into his cafeteria.

However, thinking back now, Feng Mu realized his previous vision was small, still mired in a peasant mindset. He should view the arrival of [Destiny] from Feng Mu’s perspective more often.

But this is understandable, after all, except for prophets, no one can predict the future, and most people are constantly adjusting and revising their plans on the path of growth.

It’s like those who rebel didn’t aim to become emperors from the start, and perhaps the world’s richest initially only wanted to make a small goal.

[You have conducted a soul-cleansing analysis of yourself, linking your development with a more grand organization, providing a new plan for the core program of destiny.]

[You are not just Feng Mu; you have started thinking about destiny from Feng Mu’s perspective.]

[You found the correct program for destiny—parasitism!!!]

[...Congratulations, your thinking has undergone a significant elevation; you have the semblance of the destiny’s ruler, perhaps you can start preparing to gather destiny’s old members...]

[Destiny is waiting for its master to return to his throne.]

[Begin the preparations!]

[ps: To blitz, you first need a completely controlled base!]

[The elevation of thought is far scarier than any action, your evil index rose significantly ↑↑↑↑]

[Game Inheritance Level rose significantly ↑↑↑↑]

[Your Game Inheritance Level rose to 13%!]

[You gained Special Skill Point *1, Ordinary Skill Point *1, and General Skill Proficiency *10000.]

[You gained Attribute Point *2, General Skill Proficiency *10000.]

Line after line of notification text scrolled across his retinas, and Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, focusing on the particularly striking line of text—[ps: To blitz, you first need a completely controlled base!]

A faint realization surfaced within Feng Mu’s heart: "Blitz? Base?"

An indescribable feeling lingered in his mind, as if this time, the special note provided by the system was somewhat different from previous prompts.

It felt like those prior prompts were just peripheral ordinary hints, but this one was... a main line hint?!!

This reminded Feng Mu of a classic game he played in a previous life—Red Alert, where players needed to deploy the base vehicle first for the game to officially start, and it seemed the Second Prison was his base vehicle? 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"So, does this mean I have finally found my base vehicle?"

Feng Mu looked out the window, at the towering walls rapidly approaching within his sight, his lips curled into a warm smile as if he were returning home.

Gong Qi suddenly turned his head, looking at the open-eyed Feng Mu. For some reason, he felt that something mysterious and unfathomable had changed about his junior brother, with an inexplicable alteration in his aura.

"Junior Brother, what’s going on with you?" Gong Qi asked suspiciously, as snake-like creatures are quite sensitive to changes in aura.

Feng Mu blinked softly and replied, "Senior Brother, it’s nothing, just suddenly gained a deeper understanding of some things."

A glimmer of curiosity flashed in Gong Qi’s eyes as he asked, "Oh, what kind of understanding?"

Feng Mu smiled brightly: "Simply put, I feel the Second Prison needs more of my love and care."