"Mr. Pan Shi!" someone exclaimed, seemingly wanting to stop him.

"It's alright," Pan Shi waved his hand. "If I remember correctly, over thirty percent of these cores were obtained by this Hunter. If he wanted to take advantage of the cores, he wouldn't have waited until now. Frankly, I can't tell if Roland is the Creator, but he is definitely the most qualified in the fight against the Fallen." He nodded to the secretary, "Go and get the core box."

This wasn't a secret among the higher-ups; many had heard of the new Hunter's outstanding performance. The old guard even held their heads high because of it, and for a while, they had more confidence in their words.

After all, eliminating the Fallen and retrieving their cores used to be a task requiring multi-party collaboration, because the enemies generally only targeted those with weak martial arts skills, and usually hid in unknown dark places, leaving the Association with very few opportunities.

But ever since the new Hunter appeared, the Fallen were like moths to a flame, falling into his hands one after another. This hunting efficiency could be ranked among the top in the Association's history.

After a brief silence in the hall, another middle-aged man rubbed his hands and said, "We can put the matter of gods aside until it's proven. I would like to ask Mr. Roland another question."

Roland shrugged indifferently.

"Regarding Miss Fei Yuhan's serious injury, I also consulted emergency doctors. Those were injuries that couldn't be healed by natural forces or modern medicine. They said you used some seemingly ordinary, even substandard medical instruments, but they produced incredible effects, as if… as if flesh and blood were reborn." The man took a deep breath. "Perhaps you have some reasons for not wanting to reveal the origins and manufacturing methods of these instruments. I don't want to pry too much, but—can you sell some of these medical supplies to the Association? I guarantee the price will be negotiable!"

"This is also what I wanted to ask," Fei Yuhan suddenly turned her head and whispered in his ear, "To be able to save me like that, don't tell me you actually used priceless Immortal Herbs or Spiritual Medicines from another world, and the medical instruments are just a smokescreen. Although I have some savings, I'm far from being rich enough to rival a country."

Roland couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't expect that the talented martial artist, who was said to be difficult to approach, would say such a thing. "Don't worry, it's free."

"Phew… that's good." Fei Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief. "But don't tell them that. Sometimes, the more free something is, the less they appreciate it."

Roland gave a gesture of understanding, then looked at the middle-aged man. "Of course. Martial artists are on the front lines of fighting erosion, so I naturally hope everyone can put aside the pain of injuries and fight the enemy to the end. Also, I don't intend to hide their origins—these things are not products of this world, but come from another world. They have all been improved by magic power, and in a sense, they no longer belong to the mortal realm."

This was definitely a bombshell.

The conference hall suddenly erupted.

"Another… world?"

"What is magic power?"

"Wait, he just mentioned releasing imprisoned magic power—could natural forces also be a type of magic power?"

"You will know." Facing the surprised inquiries, Roland replied calmly, "Including where I was before this world was born, what the gods' original intentions are, and the relationship between magic power and the world… I will tell you all of this. But before that, let's show you the most direct evidence."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Garrison Secretary walked into the conference hall carrying a safe.

After Pan Shi verified the fingerprint and iris, the box automatically opened, revealing a row of neatly arranged glass jars inside.

There were six jars in total, each containing a red crystal.

And that was the core of solidified natural force.

"Is this enough?" Pan Shi asked.

"It's enough as proof." Roland nodded.

At the Garrison's signal, the secretary brought the glass jars to him.

"Each jar's seal is equipped with an alarm device. Whoever opens it, the Association will receive a record," Pan Shi explained. "If ordinary people come into contact with the core, their minds will be immediately taken over, turning them into low-level Fallen who act solely on instinct. Awakeners have some resistance, but prolonged contact will still lead to erosion, and this process is irreversible. In order to prevent them from being used by the Fallen again, the Association had to build many large fortresses to hide them deep within. It can be said that those famous historical architectural ruins have all been used as storage points. In modern times, although technology has greatly improved, this method of treatment hasn't changed much. Prism City is one of them."

"From today onwards, you don't need to do this anymore." Roland said, opening the seal and pouring the core into his palm.

A gasp of air immediately sounded around him.

The solidified core began to rotate again, as if resurrected from stillness.

Not only that, its color gradually changed from deep red to sky blue, as if it had been purified.

Then, the core turned into a ray of light and shot straight to the top of his head, disappearing after penetrating the ceiling, leaving only scattered fluorescent lights around, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Since the establishment of the Association, they had never heard of such a thing—even tracing back to thousands of years ago, historical documents about Awakeners never mentioned anything like "cores can disappear into thin air." Once the Fallen appeared, the eroded core could never be eliminated and would become a seed of danger and disaster, which was almost everyone's consensus. The only way to destroy a fallen core was to throw it into an erosion rift, but that would cause the rift to expand rapidly, so this method would never be used unless absolutely necessary.

However, the scene before them completely overturned their common sense.

"Mr. Roland… where did the core go?" Even the always calm Pan Shi showed a look of excitement.

"As I said before, they have returned to this world. This is also the biggest difference between the Dream World and the Real World—its existence and continuation are all based on magic power." Roland picked up another core, turning it into a wisp of silver light. "According to the information I have at present, magic power is almost omnipotent. It can give Awakeners power and physique far beyond ordinary people, and it can also regenerate flesh and blood. Natural force is essentially another manifestation of magic power. The source of this power is currently unknown, but one thing is certain—it is inseparable from the gods."

Afterwards, he roughly recounted the events of another world and the existence of the Traitor Apostles. In order to reduce the difficulty of understanding, he deliberately skipped many details and focused on explaining the divine war that constantly reincarnated.

"I don't know if it's just a coincidence that both worlds have records of the Divine War, but there is no doubt that if we don't break this cycle, the gods will destroy everything that exists—or rather, they are already starting to do so." Roland paused. "If we just stand by and watch, neither the Real World nor the Dream World will exist."