"What's this line about? The color itself gives off a bad omen."
The system's young lady coughed.
"This line leads directly to the boss's office in Lionheart Tower. If you're lucky enough to kill or capture him, ga—"
Ren Yuanhao's expression instantly deflated, like a hopeless case.
"Miss system, stop toying with me. Since you're such a powerful AI, can you calculate the probability of a loser rising up and taking down the ultimate boss?"
"Uh… well, even a fool knows it's infinitely close to zero."
"Damn! So you're not entirely clueless. Scratch that black-as-hell route. Even if I stepped on dog poop, I wouldn't have that kind of luck, and my skills don't allow for it either."
"But this is the ultimate challenge! How can it be worthy of our majestic ten-life bachelor if there's no difficulty? Do you want to be a dragon king?"
"No!"
Ren Yuanhao said decisively, "Miss system, I'm hoping to live out a good seven years and then die gloriously, with the entire village mourning me. There should be beautiful women and countless wreaths, preferably with a group of gaudily dressed young ladies dancing at my grave. I'd be content with that."
"Why does that sound a bit like a hopeless case to me?"
"From now on, I am A'dou. Thank you."
The system's young lady giggled dazedly.
"Alright, I think my pep talk was successful. At least you don't seem nervous at all now."
Ren Yuanhao took a breath. After consuming the 'Mermaid's Tear', his injuries had miraculously healed by ninety percent. If the previous Ren Yuanhao was a pathetic guy worried about making a living and bullied by anyone, then the current him had already grown into someone who could single-handedly charge into the eye of the storm of power and money at Cupid Market!
"Ren Yuanhao, have you ever thought about dying in there, never to return?"
When the system's young lady said this, she instantly became cold, as if she had transformed into someone else.
"If I don't return, then I don't return."
Ren Yuanhao gripped the Cun Xue, lifted his trench coat, his demeanor as towering as a mountain, and strode towards the back door.
Meanwhile, Lionheart Tower had been in a state of alert for three days. In the control room, some staff, unable to fight off their drowsiness, had fallen asleep on their workstations. In their minds, that Ren Yuanhao would never dare to rescue those three stunning women. After all, women could be found again, but a life was only one. If the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
The control room's large screen was divided into hundreds of small windows, each displaying a surveillance feed. Every feed was equipped with all-weather monitoring capabilities, a continuous ten-year operation. This technology was considered world-leading, with each camera boasting a 128x zoom, capable of capturing the finest details, such as the eggs laid by a fly. With such advanced equipment, even if Ren Yuanhao were possessed by the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, he would find it incredibly difficult to escape the surveillance.
"Hey, Brother Tao, it's been three days, and not even a mosquito has flown in. I bet that darn Ren Yuanhao chickened out, right?"
The man called Brother Tao was a fat man, a greasy fat man. A smell of instant noodles wafted from him, likely with two corn and ham sausages, and three braised eggs mixed in. When combined, the aroma was strangely off-putting. Even his hair was greasy and curled like instant noodles, earning him the nickname 'Fat Noodle Brother.' Of course, his voice perfectly matched his physique, a rough, loud voice as if equipped with a built-in amplifier. "That Ren Yuanhao probably has no real skills. Fortunately, he has a good face, which is why those three beauties fancy him. Ultimately, he's someone who lives by his looks. I think our boss's information might be inaccurate~"
Before he finished speaking, the fork in his hand suddenly dropped into a cast iron bowl about twenty centimeters deep. The fork handle struck the edge of the bowl, producing a dull clink!
"Brother Tao, what's wrong?"
Fat Noodle Brother rubbed his eyes. He was responsible for monitoring the surveillance feed from the back of the south side. As he was speaking, he thought he saw a man holding a long sword, but this man seemed to flash through the monitor like a phantom! He didn't speak but turned to look at other surveillance feeds. Finding nothing unusual, he lowered his head and asked, "Did you just see a man flash past the back door monitor?"
"Flash past? Do you think he's a ghost or a specter?" The man speaking patted Brother Tao's greasy body and whispered, "Relax, this is Lionheart Tower. Not even a fly can get in. Even if that Ren Yuanhao dares to come, these guards are more than enough for him."
At this very moment, Ren Yuanhao, using the power of the secret medicine, had vanished under the watchful eyes of two guards without a trace. Ren Yuanhao had finally infiltrated Lionheart Tower. The architecture inside was even more imposing and ancient than it appeared from the outside. The originally technologically advanced beam and column structure was clad in black and gray marble, which, without a word, imparted a suffocating sense of oppression. The ground floor was entirely supported by intricate cylindrical columns covered in exquisite bas-reliefs, each column seemingly telling a Greek myth. Stories like Prometheus stealing fire, Hercules slaying the Hydra, Medusa the Gorgon, the land of the gods' slumber, Avalon, the Pantheon, and the Olympian gods unfolded, dazzling the viewer. As he hid behind one of these pillars, two men in white protective suits, dragging a man in a blue round-necked shirt from left to right, slowly approached Ren Yuanhao. Ren Yuanhao, peering through the gaps in the pillar where light filtered through, his expression immediately changed. He saw a familiar face!
—How could it be Xiao Chong!
Xiao Chong was naturally the man with the 'copy' ability. The Lionheart Group had captured him precisely because they coveted his ability. After all, cloning technology and copying had an inseparable connection. If the Lionheart Group were to follow this lead and research something extraordinary, what hope would be left for other ability users who, like himself, yearned for peace? Whether for personal reasons or the greater good, Ren Yuanhao's mission now leaned towards the purple thread symbolizing the rescue of the imprisoned ability users. As the saying goes, only by becoming a disruptor and standing at the forefront can one control the battle and steer the course of events!
"Excuse me, although I, Ren Yuanhao, don't intend to confront you directly, since I've already come, I won't let you have an easy time of it."
Ren Yuanhao pointed his long sword at Zeus, who held lightning in his hand on the pillar, his gaze seemingly spitting out flames that could incinerate the world.