"What is our goal for going to the West Continent this ti?" One asked curiously.
"Find a way to eliminate the threat of the Arbiter from the root," Qing Chen said. "Also, perform a magic trick for our ’friends’ in the West Continent... no, magic."
Qing Chen is not Qing Zhen.
Qing Zhen was an ordinary person who never beca a Transcendent, even when he lived and died.
But Qing Zhen didn’t beco a Transcendent because he believed his intelligence was more than enough to save the world without being one.
This Qing Family Ancestor indeed, with his wisdom and perseverance, outsmarted Zero, ending that intelligence crisis.
But Qing Chen is different; he excels more in computation power, though he is less strategically inclined than Qing Zhen, so when facing crises, he tends to solve problems directly.
If Qing Zhen could predict a hundred steps after one step.
Then Qing Chen might predict thirty steps after one step.
Perhaps that’s the difference between him and Qing Zhen.
Of course, he doesn’t necessarily need to beco soone else; he has his own path.
At this mont, Black Spider stands in the command room of the God Ship Aerial Fortress, holding a golden Eye of Truth, seeming sowhat hesitant, as if she doesn’t know whether she should open the Key of Gate.
"What is Victor Avenue No. 78? Any secrets? Why do you believe the door you’re opening will lead there?" Qing Chen asked.
Black Spider shook her head: "No secrets. It’s not very important to other people."
After saying that, she gathered her courage and embedded the golden stone into the door, where red burn marks appeared at the gap between the stone and the door, as if a high-temperature star was lting the tal, almost causing red molten iron to flow.
Turning it ten tis, the ripples spread across the door.
Qing Chen was about to go inside, but Qing Ji stopped him and went in first to check, before saying to Qing Chen, "It’s safe... but the house is very strange."
Black Spider glanced at Qing Ji.
This monster Qing Ji never trusted anyone, nor did he forget his responsibility. He worried that the door Black Spider opened might hide a trap that could harm Qing Chen, but he went in without hesitation.
"I’ll go inside," Qing Chen said as he stepped in.
Victor Avenue No. 78 is a typical Western-style townhouse, with more than twenty families lined up into long blocks, each house having three stories.
Entering through the Key of Gate, Qing Chen saw the fireplace in front was full of dust, and there were dried bloodstains on the red carpet and walls.
He frowned slightly; this villa... looked more like a haunted house.
Zero said behind him, "14 years ago, a murder took place at Victor Avenue No. 78. The wife killed the husband, leaving the daughter to live alone in a boarding school."
Black Spider followed inside and said softly, "I lived here as a child. After my father passed away, my mother found another man."
The man had a fairly good career, serving as a manager at a textile factory under Duke Wend, earning more than most citizens.
He would take Black Spider’s mother and daughter to high-end restaurants and on seaside vacations.
Black Spider thought he was a good stepfather until one day they went to the seaside villa, but after entering the room, her stepfather locked her mother inside and took Black Spider to the beach to collect shells.
Returning to the villa, Black Spider saw Duke Wend getting into a car, while her mother was crying in the room, covered in bruises.
At that ti, she was still young and naive, only aware of sothing very bad happening.
This life continued for seven years until Duke Wend no longer favored her mother, and the man was demoted.
The man started to drink excessively, and after drinking too much, he would curse Black Spider’s mother as a slut, a whore.
Her mother just silently endured.
"Did you ever think about leaving him?" Qing Chen asked upon hearing this.
"Yes," Black Spider replied, "I asked my mother why she didn’t leave him, and she said she needed his salary to live and send to school. She could endure all of it."
"What happened later?" Qing Chen asked.
"When I was 17, he locked my mother in the room again after drinking too much, and then he assaulted ," Black Spider said calmly. "After it was over, he went back to the room to sleep, and my mother went to the kitchen, took a steak knife, and stabbed him 11 tis while he slept. Struggling downstairs, he fell and never got up again. After killing him, my mother didn’t want to beco a slave, so she took poison and committed suicide. I continued my studies until I was selected by the Arbiter Organization in school... that was another nightmare."
Black Spider: "This place is where I hate the most, yet also where I miss the most, quite contradictory. I’ve always wanted to co back and clean it up, but I’ve never had the courage."
Qing Chen nodded: "Alright, let’s start working."
Black Spider was stunned: "?"
Such a grim experience, usually, a boss would at least comfort the employee a bit, yet Qing Chen directly skipped the emotions and decided to start working.
Wasn’t he supposed to be a boss with compassion?
Or does she remain an outsider, not worthy of concern?
Although Black Spider didn’t need any of it, the mont she shared these things, Qing Chen’s business-like attitude made her feel a bit awkward.
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