Qin Sansi had long known that Yue Shi wouldn't say anything pleasant, so he didn't mind the snarkiness at all.
He continued, “Aside from the chaos on the sea, there are also some people known as ‘Reincarnators’ who have descended into this world.”
Yue Shi’s expression shifted—a very subtle change, but Qin Sansi caught it nonetheless.
“Reincarnators?” he repeated the word.
“Yes, Reincarnators.” Qin Sansi’s gaze remained fixed on Yue Shi’s face, not wanting to miss a single flicker of his expression.
“No one knows where these Reincarnators come from. Their methods are generally extreme and ruthless, and their motives are unclear. Some suspect that the chaos in Zhongzhou was likely sparked by them, and the turmoil on the sea might be related to them as well.”
Yue Shi remained silent for two seconds. Reincarnators—he had dealt with this specific group before.
Avenia Island on the sea possessed highly advanced technology, far ahead of this world’s average level.
At the headquarters of the Deep Blue Route, those Reincarnation teams sent by the Lord God to execute missions possessed all sorts of strange abilities. They came from different worlds and were like players—the Fourth Calamity.
Their backer, the Lord God, was a glowing orb imprisoned in a laboratory by the Deep Blue Route. Yue Shi had not only seen that self-proclaimed Lord God but had even exchanged items with it.
“What are you thinking about?” Qin Sansi spoke up, breaking Yue Shi’s train of thought. His tone was casual, but Yue Shi could hear the probing intent beneath that casualness.
Yue Shi replied indifferently, “Nothing. I just find it interesting. The Deep Red Continent seems to have become even worse than our original world.”
Qin Sansi chuckled meaningfully, folding his hands in front of him again.
In fact, he had been testing Yue Shi since the beginning.
Every sentence was a probe.
He had been telling Yue Shi about the changes in Zhongzhou over the past thirty years. Yue Shi had listened intently, but he was clearly unfamiliar with those changes.
This indicated that Yue Shi had no idea what the world had become during those thirty years. It was possible he had fallen into a deep sleep, or perhaps he had been hiding in some remote corner, avoiding contact with the outside world.
Whichever the case, it suggested that Yue Shi’s strength might not be as overwhelmingly domineering as he portrayed.
At the very least, Yue Shi hadn't been secretly plotting for thirty years; he hadn't spent his disappearance gathering strength and waiting for an opportunity.
The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. After the two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, Yue Shi asked Qin Sansi, “Just how much power do you have now? What is your position in the Bureau?”
Qin Sansi sighed, his tone helpless yet candid. “My position is quite awkward.”
“My ability is very important to the Bureau, but my background is a major problem for them. So, while I may seem to hold a high position of power on the surface, I am actually restricted at every turn.
“To put it nicely, I’m a ‘consultant.’ To put it bluntly, I’m a ‘tool.’ When they need me, they invite me out. When they don’t, they lock me back up.”
His words revealed absolutely no useful information; they were entirely meaningless platitudes.
Yue Shi didn't call him out, however. He simply nodded like a leader listening to a subordinate’s report.
In his heart, he didn't believe a single word Qin Sansi said.
Qin Sansi had been the top leader of the Investigation Bureau in their original world. It went without saying that he was a shrewd and calculating man who would never show his hand to others.
Every word he spoke was likely filtered and calculated for a specific purpose, just as Yue Shi himself wouldn't tell Qin Sansi the truth.
The two of them sat in this office—a replica of the Bureau headquarters—seemingly two old acquaintances catching up, but in reality, they were just engaged in an awkward conversation, trading barbs in a way that was utterly tedious.
Yue Shi didn't want to beat around the bush anymore. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and stared straight at Qin Sansi. “Why did you come looking for me this time? You’d better speak plainly, or I won't waste my time playing word games with you.”
Qin Sansi was somewhat speechless. This was all part of the routine, didn't he understand?
Sure enough, while Yue Shi looked like a conspirator on the surface, he was actually a reckless brute.
Qin Sansi simply put on a more sincere smile and said, “I’ve founded an organization, and I want to invite you to join.”
The office suddenly fell quiet. Outside the window, those small Cloud Whales were still swimming, their tails swaying back and forth. Occasionally, a few would press against the window, peering inside like a group of curious children.
The snow leopard stood up from the floor, stretched, and then crouched back down.
Yue Shi asked curiously, “What kind of organization?”
Qin Sansi didn't answer immediately. He stood up and walked to the window, turning his back to Yue Shi as he looked out at the sea of clouds.
“A secret organization that is not controlled by the Bureau and is not bound by any faction—it exists only to achieve specific goals. There aren't many members, but they are all... people with common interests and goals.”
He had originally wanted to say ‘members I can trust,’ but considering Yue Shi’s personality, ‘trust’ didn't really exist. So, he changed it at the last second to ‘common interests.’
Yue Shi asked him, “What goals are you trying to achieve?”
Qin Sansi turned around, his eyes shining. “I won’t tell you yet. I’ll tell you after you join.”
Yue Shi sneered. “You’re still as cunning as ever, old man. Aren't you afraid I’ll refuse?”
Qin Sansi walked back and sat down. “Will you refuse?”
“You have no foundation in Zhongzhou, no power, and no connections. No matter how strong you are, you can’t make much of a splash on your own. Joining my organization will at least give you a place to stay and some people you can mutually exploit...”
“Uh... I mean, partners who can help each other.”
Yue Shi rolled his eyes. “Have you forgotten how your original world was destroyed?”
Qin Sansi waved it off. “The destruction of a world involves many factors; you were only one link in the chain. The Deep Red Continent is different from our original world. Experts are as common as clouds here; if you try to go it alone, it’ll be easy to fail spectacularly.”
As expected, transmigrators were all pretty much the same. Even a former director, after transmigrating to a new world, didn't treat this place as his home, so he didn't mind Yue Shi’s destructive nature at all.
“I’ll consider it,” Yue Shi said.
Qin Sansi nodded as if he had long expected this answer. “No rush. Once you’ve made up your mind, you can find me anytime.”
A clump of cloud emerged from his palm, and he handed it to Yue Shi. “My clouds are everywhere.”
Yue Shi took the cloud. “It seems you haven't been idle these thirty years either. Did you gain a new ability?”
Qin Sansi smiled but said nothing.
Yue Shi stood up, picked up the snow leopard, and said as he walked toward the door, “Next time we meet, I hope you can tell me exactly what your ‘organization’ is planning to do.”
Qin Sansi’s voice came from behind him, tinged with a smile. “That depends on whether you’ve ‘finished considering’ it.”
Yue Shi pushed the door open and stepped into the clouds. Small whales swam over from all directions, circling him once before dispersing.
When he looked back, the building had already vanished.
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