Chapter 1 Where Did... The Awakened... Come From...

The Myanmar tour guide made a gurgling sound, his lungs blocked with blood. His once sharp eyes were now dull and lifeless, and his head was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees.

His atlas vertebra was shattered, his nerves and trachea torn apart by his own bones. His head lolled like a broken doll, and he was undoubtedly dead.

With his neck twisted like that, even a miraculous secret technique wouldn't be of any use.

"Sir?"

Mao Ba, who was parking the bus, heard Ge Ang's dying whisper. In the driver's seat, he instinctively drew his gun from his waist, but as he turned, before he could see anything clearly, an angry, heavy foot lashed out, whistling through the air, and struck him squarely on the chin, which seemed to be conveniently presented.

"Ugh."

The blow to the chin was so forceful that even a boxer would have been knocked unconscious. Mao Ba was just an ordinary person with some training, so he immediately went into shock, collapsing to the ground, unconscious and perhaps dead.

The entire bus fell silent.

"That hurt... was that magic?!"

A voice, both pained and delighted, came from the youth. After dealing with the obviously problematic tour guide and driver, Su Zhou, his face flushed and his head throbbing, finally had time to catch his breath.

"So there really is magic in this world!"

Even after taking a mental secret technique head-on, which made him see stars and almost lose his balance, Su Zhou was ecstatic. "Hahaha! Strange tales, real strangeness! After all these years, I've finally caught one!"

Then, he released the tour guide's body, letting it fall to the ground. Su Zhou took a deep breath, calmed himself, and brought his slightly blurred vision, like a video game glitching, back to normal.

After a moment, the blurring subsided, and the initial pain lessened. Of course, Su Zhou still felt a little dizzy. How to describe it? It was a bit like the time he crammed for the high school entrance exams, staying up for days to memorize the key points. His brow and the depths of his mind throbbed slightly.

"To think a simple tour guide would know magic!"

Su Zhou slapped his cheeks a few times. He didn't know that the man was actually a high-ranking local leader. He felt his cheeks burning, unsure if it was from the earlier mental shock, or the still-present anger at seeing the man kill so casually.

Of course, the most likely reason was the excitement of finally meeting another 'transcendent.'

Rubbing his temples, Su Zhou shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "What was that just now? Was it the 'mental shock' from all those comics and novels?"

Regardless, Su Zhou turned and crouched down, expertly searching the tour guide.

Sure enough, he also had a gun on his waist.

But compared to the gun, this mysterious fellow seemed to value and be skilled in that strange and mysterious 'secret art' even more.

"Having a gun and not using it, what an idiot."

Catching his breath, Su Zhou, his heart still racing, thought for a moment, then picked up the two guns from the tour guide and driver. After checking the safety and bullets, he put them in his pocket for self-defense.

He ignored the dead and unconscious men on the ground, and sighed softly at the corpse of the other man, "I'm sorry, I didn't react quickly enough to stop him."

"But I'll send him down to accompany you."

With that, Su Zhou stepped forward and stomped on Mao Ba's neck, breaking it cleanly. His tone was calm, almost cold. "A life for a life, that's the only thing I can do for you."

I'm still inexperienced.

From the moment he felt sleepy, Su Zhou knew something was wrong.

A high school sophomore who slept only five hours a day, he had long since grown accustomed to it. During the day, unless faced with an entire book of advanced mathematics exercises, he could never feel sleepy. How could he suddenly feel like sleeping after lunch?

Moreover, that strange sound was very similar to the spiritual sounds he occasionally heard from the various ghosts… But unlike the sounds made by those specters, which were irritating, frightening, and made one feel uneasy and cold, this sound had a strange holiness, as if it were specifically designed to lull people to sleep.

"If I hadn't been listening to it for ten years, I probably would have fallen for it."

Giving a fair assessment of the power of the secret art, Su Zhou looked down again, staring at the tour guide with his head twisted 180 degrees, and the driver with his neck broken. His eyes became serious.

Judging from what the tour guide said, they were planning to use him and the others as 'offerings' for some evil plan.

Therefore, their actions were clearly not impulsive crimes for ransom, but served an extremely important plan!

"And most importantly, this plan is currently underway! Who knows how many people have died because of it!"

Su Zhou certainly knew that killing people was wrong. His father had repeatedly told him that teaching him to exercise, sending him to train in fighting and combat skills, was not to bully ordinary people, but to live up to his innate talents and protect himself in dangerous situations.

But as a member of a police family whose father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and even ancestors were police officers, Su Zhou, who possessed superpowers, had a more ancient view of 'madmen' and 'knights.'

Facing evildoers who harmed people's lives, killing them was justified, it was eliminating evil for the people!

As the saying goes, with a sharp weapon in hand, the desire to kill arises. What's more, superpowers? Ever since he could see ghosts, and his hands could crush bones, Su Zhou had come to this realization: he would not use his abilities for evil, but he would not sit idly by and watch evil spread.

Of course, there were also practical considerations.

"The other side is an entire organization, there should be many transcendents. Hmm, it's a good thing I killed them first, otherwise, how could a normal second-year high school student like me, alone and helpless in a foreign country, vulnerable as a cream cracker, possibly win?"

Faced with armed robbers, outlaws, who dared to kidnap dozens of citizens from the Asian hegemon, one of the two poles of the world, the Righteous Nation, Su Zhou had only one choice, which was to act decisively, ruthlessly, and kill them all before the rest of them arrived.

Thinking of this, Su Zhou couldn't help but feel a little 'nervous'—he subconsciously clenched his fists, seemingly eager to try.

The 'mysterious power' that the dead tour guide used when explaining the attractions and resisting him, that real 'magic,' was truly mysterious, able to devour people's souls and shock their minds.

So, real magic is like this?

If so, how many people in this organization know magic? Are they not afraid of the consequences of kidnapping a large number of Righteous Nation citizens because they possess some powerful magic as a 'reliance'?