Ningfeng Harbor.
In Changfeng Group headquarters building's top floor office, the suited man working at his desk suddenly frowned, because he heard urgent and arrogant female high-heel footsteps—this style was all too familiar.
He glanced at his secretary indicating departure. At the sa ti, heavy red double solid wood doors were pushed open.
"Dad, I'm back."
The uninvited guest wore black suit pants with bow tie at chest, flower crown hair ornant on head—entire person heroic and spirited, sweeping away forr timid and cowering feelings.
Jin Ruochu had just stepped through the threshold when golden nanmu door panels voiced strong protest, directly hitting the girl's skull with trendous force as if to beat the target senseless.
Seeing this, the secretary nearly scread, but witnessed that heavy wood material encountering iron head skills simply pierced through, result being the Young Miss forcibly wearing both doors.
Jin Changfeng said quietly: "That was my black market acquisition, reportedly dug from so minister's tomb. You'll owe a large sum."
"Compensation is compensation. This trick no longer works on ."
Jin Ruochu brazenly walked out from broken door panels, spotless and unhard. She took three steps as two to reach the office desk, hands supporting the surface while leaning forward, looking directly at her father word by word warning:
"Quite the contrary, I'm here delivering precious intelligence. If this opportunity isn't grasped, no amount of money can compensate for losses."
"Everyone leave, lock the doors well. Don't disturb us for anything."
Since the Chairman gave orders, subordinates naturally complied. Though they never quite understood the father-daughter pair's special interaction style, better not interfere too much in family affairs. According to rumors, the Young Miss had already beco independent, joining that rising Five-Color Narcissus Company. Recently completing European trips and signing super orders, leaping to one of pharmaceutical industry's top positions—almost competing with their own company.
Tiger father, no dog daughter.
Presumably even Jin Changfeng couldn't have predicted his daughter would advance triumphantly all the way. Previously rumors spread that Five-Color Narcissus was Changfeng Group's shell company. Now the forr was ascendant—willing to even initiate acquisitions sweeping the industry. In less than half a year, actually standing at peaks.
Of course, that mysterious "Boss Mu" was equally indispensable. Though seemingly hands-off, knowing people and employing wisely was itself talent—indeed quite formidable.
Anyway, subordinates carefully lifted doors again to lean against the entrance as temporary closure.
Everyone vaguely sensed: the Young Miss might bring explosive news.
Having traveled Europe as today's most frequent Disaster Beast resistance region, grasping era pulses—returnees could share valuable insights just from observations.
"Speak."
Hearing father's urging, Jin Ruochu was also straightforward, getting straight to the point: "You've definitely received so news already, but they're all inaccurate. This ti Catastrophic Disaster Beast Aurora has quite high intensity. Arctic War Zone absolutely can't withstand it. That guy can fly, will head south all the way to Ningfeng Harbor, even crossing the equator."
The opening sentence made Jin Changfeng frown tightly.
Everyone knew last ti's Catastrophic Disaster Beast Crimson Tsunami landing in South Africa at most reached Congo, causing relatively limited economic damage—barely enduring.
But it belonged to ocean ho field type, originally incomplete posture. Result now you say new Catastrophic Disaster Beasts can fly. Seed like attacking from the Arctic Ocean—anyone could imagine combat environnt difficulties, plus encountering winter with minus 40 degrees daily, truly logistical hell.
Any departure from the Arctic defaulted to hitting economic centers all the way. Most essential Eurasian continent would be devastated.
Jin Changfeng urgently asked: "What places remain safe worldwide?"
"None are safe."
The girl spread a map before her father—clearly this year's Disaster Beast attack locations so far and future occurrences, almost no omissions. Even Antarctic research stations would take beatings. Only relatively safe place might be the world's largest Disaster Beast fallen zone—Pacific central island groups. But hiding in fallen zones was aningless.
"...You don't want to stop such monsters, do you?"
"We will set up ambushes along the route, intercepting Aurora at latest in Ningfeng Harbor." Jin Ruochu said seriously: "Absolutely cannot let it rampage further."
"What can I do?"
"Naturally short-selling—like aviation, real estate and shipping industries. Harvest everything for big profits. Of course, our rcenary subsidiaries must also expand. The more ard forces the better. Next Holy Relics will construct new privileged groups..."
"I can judge this level myself. I care about you." Jin Changfeng sternly demanded: "You want to participate in battle?"
Seeing Jin Ruochu nod, he imdiately felt darkness before his eyes, nearly falling over.
"Your mother once rushed to Pacific frontlines as a researcher. You know the result... Do you want to make suffer? Or think about yourself. I have such a large family business, inexhaustible money. You needn't risk your life. You have the least reason to go to the frontlines, especially against Catastrophic Disaster Beasts and their direct forces. You've simply lost your mind, idiot!"
"Sorry."
"You should have apologized long ago—during the Los Angeles battle."
"Dad, how did you recognize ?" Jin Ruochu's face reddened, recalling her triumphant showing-off back then felt even more shaful. Too embarrassing.
"By intuition. How could fathers not recognize their own children? Perhaps I already accepted what you were doing then."
Speaking thus, Jin Changfeng tapped his daughter's forehead, smiling bitterly: "You've grown up, capable of independence. I worry, I scold, yet won't stop you—also can't stop you. I've already given you a thorough lesson. Step onto battlefields without psychological burdens. I'll cooperate with rear actions."
From keen instincts and family standpoint, he'd already guessed the Salvation Church roughly—estimated just a small group, less climate than everyone predicted.
But unlimited potential.
Jin Changfeng had long figured out—betting on the Salvation Church, how could he not bear costs? Look, his precious daughter had to throw herself into battle, or rather she'd long been deeply involved.
"Every generation has every generation's struggles. I believe you can do it."
The unexpectedly open statent slightly stunned Jin Ruochu. Looking at her gratified father, she nodded.
"Don't worry. Our leader is amazing—re Catastrophic Disaster Beasts are easily handled." ntioning Hibiscus, her face glowed: "My luck is indispensable, everyone needs too... Plus thanks to you, Seedling Stage barriers no longer exist for ."
"Yes, what the Church needs to do, I'll also give everything." Jin Changfeng promised with a nod.
Father and daughter exchanged glances, understanding each other.
...
Ningfeng Harbor seaside district, dock industrial park.
Forr dock gang territory had completely transford, showing no trace of previous dirty, chaotic environnts harboring thugs. Now clean, tidy factories rose from the ground, bright and shiny, Five-Color Narcissus Company logos everywhere, with high-end business sedans passing by from ti to ti.
Busiest was the port—hundreds of millions of tons of purification series miracle drugs loading into ships, large quantities at good prices, cheap and excellent, selling worldwide without obstruction.
Park entrance.
Forr dock gang leader Wang Dahai smiled greeting distinguished guests.
Before him stood a tall woman with flaxen long hair in camouflage and pilot jacket wearing large sunglasses—temperant completely different from incoming and outgoing suited figures, but employees along the way all greeted her. Many business-talking bosses wanted to hand business cards but were entertained aside by secretaries.
Jin Yulu, pharmaceutical manufacturing and materials sales supervisor, company co-founder.
Don't let theoretically sa-ranked people fool you—in practice "reporting levels" determined power.
Everyone knew that usually most hands-on Director Nan Zhiyi and globe-trotting business Operations Officer Jin Ruochu were closely connected to the supervisor. Top boss Chairman and President Hibiscus only listened to these 3 people's reports, ignoring all others. So Five-Color Narcissus Company quite resembled "emperor and three provinces six ministries," that hands-off boss being a dragon whose head was seen but not tail.
For giant enterprises, this was indeed strange.
Even rumors spread that "the boss only listens to 'Big 3' reports because they know each other well—actually her level is average, others can't communicate" was simply slander. Real reason definitely lay in busy bosses' daily affairs—after all, gradually profitable electronic labs and derivative health products all depended on her keen insights alone.
In summary, matters worthy of Supervisor Jin Yulu personally making trips were definitely extraordinary.
The girl looked around with inevitable emotion. Orphans from polluted port districts actually had fortune witnessing their holand's post-construction developnt. Ti passed swiftly—returning ho in glory was no more than this.
"Miss Supervisor, long ti no see." Wang Dahai briefly reported current conditions: "We've expanded 4 tis, supply chain exploded 500%..."
"I ca to order you to reduce scale."
Jin Yulu's decisive judgnt stunned everyone. Aside from outsider forr gang leaders, even industry pinnacle elite managers recruited by headhunter companies looked surprised.
"...Do you an Boss Mu thinks counter-cyclical adjustnts are needed?"
"Right. Our pharmaceutical business overheated, hijacking too many resources. Plus future short-term basic production will definitely encounter severe damage. Plan ahead."
"Catastrophe rumors?"
Jin Yulu said nothing, completely ignoring various speculation sounds, instead having secretaries relay a series of arrangents. Actually everyone guessed close—when Catastrophic Disaster Beasts rampaged, basic living materials would be most important. Non-serious infection diseases could be endured, but no water or food ant completion in days. Therefore seeking stability was paramount.
Counter-cyclical adjustnt judgnts ca from Hibiscus, so company leadership didn't doubt, executing with full force—that was foreseeing futures.
After handling basic matters, Jin Yulu proceeded to core pharmaceutical factories—the most classified areas.
Previously this land was slums, now leveled. Though past mories were gone, wasn't this also rebirth? Brand new worlds embraced returning girls.
Click!
Magic flow echoing in her mind made her halt. No mistake—Disaster Beast auras lingering on this land for years faintly resonated.
So that's it. Actually Jin Yulu had always lived in such environnts. What "infection disease resistance" was clearly stubbornly developing magic adaptation through hardship. Now returning to familiar places, she exhaled long breaths, nearly substantial magic gushing out, body experiencing so transformation. Originally thought there'd be big commotions—turns out was just suddenly feeling magic and Origin elevated a level, naturally and easily.
She was completely different—didn't need seeking intense emotions like Nan Zhiyi, ditation training like Jin Ruochu, or pure life-death monts in battle like Hibiscus...
The girl smiled faintly, striding toward another factory area.
Ahead stood a massive white oval factory building without any windows, no electronic equipnt around, heavily guarded with everyone ard. These elite rcenaries were personally selected by her. Seeing commanders, everyone saluted.
"Good afternoon."
"You've all worked hard too."
After greetings, Jin Yulu input passwords taking elevators directly underground. Right—surface buildings were just image projects deceiving external eyes, appearing as cutting-edge technology pharmaceutical enterprises. Actual technical cores lay in reinforced bunkers 40 ters underground.
Actually it didn't even have clear entrances/exits—generally directly linking Hermit Island through teleportation arrays. Opening elevators revealed pure white laboratory interiors.
Magical girls wore white coats and gloves, using droppers to input magic into each test tube—specialized healing spells taught by Hibiscus, highly effective against Disaster Beast contamination diseases. Though for safety so spell knowledge was deliberately wrapped in knowledge poison, only inventors knew everything, but having magical girls use it for dicine production was relaxed.
Before her, Jin Yulu's inspection made girls smile and greet warmly—harmonious atmosphere.
Reaching single awakening levels could use specialized healing spells while training magic—relaxed, high-paying 6-hour work systems naturally ant good spirits.
"Instructor, you must tell Senior Hyacinth our reagent production hit new highs!"
"Your magic increased again, Miss Joan."
A white wavy-haired girl with spiral horns on her forehead approached, wearing oversized white coats dragging to floors despite her height. Even masks couldn't hide proud expressions in blue eyes.
Mythological system, Unicorn.
Double awakening stage could already use purification power—coincidentally the sa na as dicines, able to eliminate all negative status effects plus break control.
Joan seed petite but was actually a dical major, skipping grades straight to university—serious, rigorous personality with strong responsibility, quite talented. After rescue from Eagle Company, she'd consistently managed dicine production lines, contributing greatly during company expansion.
Jin Yulu gestured for quiet, then surveyed surroundings, lightly coughing before speaking:
"Situation urgent. Actually I brought Teacher Hyacinth's mission—reduce scale and transfer to Hermit Island within two weeks. We're going to war."
"We must face Catastrophic Disaster Beast swarms."
These words didn't cause expected commotions—instead magical girls showed resolute unity. Everyone had long sensed dark clouds pressing down on the city, having been ready for battle for quite so ti.
...
Antarctica, Drake Passage coast, Relic Treasury.
Called "Treasury," it actually appeared as a natural hill covered with thick ice caps. Even cruise missiles could hardly shake it—nature's super bunker forged over millions of years, creating the world's safest vault storing powerful treasures capable of changing human civilization.
Currently the Southern Hemisphere was sumr, yet still required an icebreaker to tear through heavy snow to reach a azure blue world. Glacier-reflected light was magnificently moving.
At the ship's bow, Josh stood by the railings waving hello from afar. Several kiloters away, a kimono-clad woman returned the greeting while breathing out, black ice forming at her lips and ascending to fill the entire strait with pitch-black snowflakes that turned white again when falling to lower altitudes.
National treasure relic, Heart of Profound Winter.
User naless, codena Snow Maiden—Holy Relic essence wasn't triggering nature but simply ultra-low temperatures affecting surroundings.
For years, multiple Holy Relics led by Heart of Profound Winter, large numbers of fusion warriors and elite troops had guarded the Treasury. Self-established for 50 years without a single incident.
Adjutant Li Yingge murmured: "Truly terrifying relic effects."
She found her hand on the railing had unknowingly frozen solid, everything white before her eyes, body sensations increasingly sluggish. Without fusion warrior physical qualities, she'd probably have died from hypothermia long ago. So far the opponent had only used persistent passive effects without active attacks, not to ntion Antarctic ho field advantages. Considering all factors, probably nothing short of Catastrophic Disaster Beasts could breach this.
"Indeed formidable." Seeing this, Josh breathed into his palms: "Opponents with simultaneous group control, large-scale damage, and terrain blessing are very troubleso."
"Thanks to Miss Snow Maiden we can safely preserve relics, but must also be careful—Disaster Beasts might target this place."
Especially now.
Josh's mission was activating Prophecy Book effects. To ensure reliability, each ti responsible for powering that top-secret relic with temporary users necessarily being military, randomly selected by lottery. Once designated, imdiately rush to scenes.
Administrators had written this question “How to maximally prevent Catastrophic Disaster Beasts” while activating Oracle Book's standard effects—just lacking magic power input.
After years, this top-secret relic would again play strategic roles.
Helping Eagle Company was just casual action, using Prophecy Book's own power to advance events without powering to enhance might. First, re rcenary companies weren't worth effort. Second, not squeezing relic power ant even if prophecies failed, cooldown periods would be shorter—at least leaving escape routes.
Los Angeles battle caused Oracle Book failure backlash. Both relics fell silent for long periods—imaginable how formidable the Salvation Church was. Only recovered a few days ago.
Crack!
Glaciers actually automatically split open ice caves welcoming ships—spacious passages brightly lit.
Surrounding walls were covered with "Safety First," "Stay Alert Don't Relax," "For All Humanity" signs, plus plenty of ard soldiers, many having fusion warrior special auras. Don't let it being just a treasury fool you—undoubtedly one of Anti-Disaster Beast Front cores, crucial importance. Therefore defense levels here even surpassed so leadership agencies.
Josh, as a general guarding regional war zones, was world-famous. Even so, he and his adjutant underwent strict inspections, finally confirming identities before clearance.
Others remained on ships, not permitted to leave, always under layers of surveillance and elite soldiers' sight, even control-type relics lurking in shadows—truly inescapable net environnts.
Both stepped on stairs, actually feeling energy flow traces underfoot.
"First ti here?"
Returning from outside ports, Snow Maiden explained while walking: "Treasury construction mixed large amounts of magic crystals to suppress all supernatural power flows, incidentally preserving so troubleso relics. This construction technology cos from previous epochs—few left worldwide now."
"Long admired your reputation. Heard you've been presiding over treasury maintenance and reinforcent—truly reassuring."
The white girl covered her mouth with sleeves, lightly laughing: "General Josh, if you can praise, praise more."
"This isn't praise—having your presence in rear areas lets us feel at ease."
Li Yingge watched two big figures seamlessly connecting comrcial mutual praise, feeling puzzled. This treasury head seed like soone long isolated finally opening conversation boxes happily.
No wonder.
Antarctic bases had quite a few Holy Relics, but directly guarding treasury headquarters while handling various miscellaneous affairs was only Snow Maiden alone. Quite familiar with her usual reticence and straightforwardness—well-deserved reputation. Actually having soone so openly requesting praise, fortunately Josh wasn't particular about such communication thods either.
After brief chats, the military girl finally asked about most concerning aspects: "How are Prophecy Book and Oracle Book conditions? Heard cooldown periods were longer than expected."
"Lost magic reactions after the Los Angeles battle. Only recovered 72 hours ago."
Snow Maiden imdiately beca serious, slowing steps.
She led both plus nurous guards to transparent glass fronts. Opposite were two parchnt books that automatically turned pages despite no air flow—proving relics operated normally.
They weren't pairs. Prophecy Book had left traces in history, once controlled by eternally famous rulers, accompanying human history throughout.
Specific excavation tis were no longer verifiable. Only one point was certain: Prophecy Book deeply influenced historical processes.
Those kings, popes, emperors and generals were perpetually paranoid and fearful, raising armies over single divinations, devastating lives. Prophecy Book needn't deliberately change anything—re existence shook major historical events. Until Disaster Beast invasions, humans gradually realized relic-related knowledge, then preserved them away from daylight, only erging during special periods.
Even more eerie was Oracle Book, excavated from Dead Sea regions, long mistaken as one of the "Dead Sea Scrolls," unexpectedly possessing special abilities.
Though so distant, both were surprisingly compatible—simply perfect.
Oracle Book accumulated energy from Prophecy Book results and guided toward reasonable conclusions. Back when the mighty Crimson Tsunami was restricted from entering seas, encountering land-based crusades and falling—indeed helped greatly. Wondering how much use this ti?
Snow Maiden pointed remotely: "As you see, actually their energy reactions aren't healthy—previous losses not completely restored."
"Why?"
"Because of that Salvation Church battle."
Josh frowned tightly, surprisingly asking: "Could magical girls strike from Northern Hemisphere to Southern Hemisphere's top-secret relics? How is this possible!"
"For unfathomable destiny domains, perhaps distance simply doesn't exist."
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