The Pingjiang City branch of the Anomaly Management Bureau was bustling with activity.
All the staff were frantically organizing the cursed objects brought in by Su Ming.
Gu Yan and Li He were staring at the electronic screen in the cursed object analysis room.
The success rate displayed on the screen had stopped at 89%.
The reason it hadn't reached 100% was that some cursed objects, given the current level of technology, couldn't be fully analyzed and could only be superficially observed.
"Sister Gu, who exactly is this Su Ming?" Li He asked in shock.
"Level 5 Handler," Gu Yan replied calmly, though her fingers slightly tensed.
She understood better than anyone the weight behind those words.
A Level 5 Handler, a national-level force.
Previously, the entire Dragon Nation had only three, and now, with Su Ming, there were just four.
"Le-Level 5."
Li He's mind went blank with a loud bang.
He knew Su Ming was extraordinary, but he hadn't expected him to be this extraordinary.
At that moment, there was a commotion outside the branch.
One big shot after another made their entrance.
Elder Lin, who had just stabilized his condition, also arrived, bringing along his personal doctor.
The Deputy Minister of the Field Operations Department was there too.
He was a man who looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness, around thirty years old, handsome, but with a complexion so pale it was almost transparent, and a frail figure that seemed as if a gust of wind could knock him over.
Every few steps, he would erupt into a violent coughing fit, as if he might cough up a lung at any moment.
Yet no one dared to underestimate him.
He was also a Level 5 Handler, named Bai Bin.
Finally, Zhou Zhengyang arrived by plane.
Goodness.
Because of Su Ming's actions, half of Dragon Nation's elite had gathered at the small Pingjiang City branch.
But in terms of status.
The highest-ranking wasn't Elder Lin, Bai Bin, or Zhou Zhengyang, but a researcher in a white lab coat.
Her appearance prompted even Zhou Zhengyang to step forward quickly, speaking respectfully, "Dr. Chen, what brings you here?"
Dr. Chen, whose real name was Chen Zhiwei, was just an ordinary person.
But her importance surpassed everyone present, as she was the true "foundation" and "lifeline" of Dragon Nation's anomaly management system.
All of Dragon Nation's current large-scale precision equipment for aberration analysis had her involvement.
The Cursed Object Itemization Theory was first proposed and perfected by her, forming the mature system it is today.
The Sealed Containment Chamber, Isolation Technology, and Contamination Suppression Principle all originated from her.
In essence, although Dr. Chen was just an ordinary person, she supported half of Dragon Nation's anomaly defense.
"I'm here to take a look," Chen Zhiwei nodded.
She didn't say more, her gaze fixed on the "89%" displayed on the analysis room's electronic screen.
Everyone present understood the significance of an "89%" success rate, let alone Chen Zhiwei.
After a long while, Chen Zhiwei spoke, "Director Zhou, can I take charge of these cursed objects?"
Zhou Zhengyang had no objections.
Just as he was about to instruct the staff, another commotion arose at the branch entrance.
When everyone reached the entrance, they found a large truck parked there.
Staff were unloading it.
Elder Lin, visibly excited, grabbed one of the unloading staff, "These... are all cursed objects."
The staff nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, yes."
Seeing the staff nod, Elder Lin's face turned red, his whole body trembling.
His personal doctor quickly steadied him, "Calm down, deep breaths, deep breaths."
"Xiao Li, go get some water."
He swiftly administered some medication to stabilize Elder Lin's condition.
Then he apologized to Chen Zhiwei, Zhou Zhengyang, and the other big shots, "Sorry, Elder Lin's condition is still unstable and needs rest to avoid further agitation."
"We'll be leaving now."
With everyone watching, a few people helped Elder Lin leave the branch.
Not to mention Elder Lin's renewed excitement, everyone else was equally stunned.
Was this about finding cursed objects or wholesale trading them?
Wasn't this a bit too exaggerated?
They had brought a whole truckload.
Zhou Zhengyang pulled aside a nearby staff member to ask, "Where's Su Ming?"
The staff member respectfully replied, "Director Zhou, Brother Su went home to catch up on sleep. He asked us to tally everything and credit his points afterward."
"What~"
Zhou Zhengyang's roar was like a lion's roar, "He just went home?"
Su Ming had no idea the shock his actions had caused the bureau.
At that moment, he was lying in bed, sound asleep.
After a long night, he was indeed exhausted.
When Su Ming finally woke up, he rubbed his messy hair and opened the door, only to see a room full of people.
He rubbed his eyes.
Then rubbed them again.
"Did I wake up too fast?"
Zhou Zhengyang, with dark circles under his eyes, hurried over, "Su Ming, you're finally awake."
His eyes were filled with a grievance that gave Su Ming goosebumps.
"What happened?"
"I remember you went back to the Capital City yesterday?"
Zhou Zhengyang had indeed returned to the Capital City yesterday.
But he hadn't even settled in before he had to fly back over.
"Here's the thing."
Zhou Zhengyang cleared his throat a few times, "Yesterday, you provided the bureau with a batch of cursed objects."
"We just wanted to ask if you have any techniques for finding cursed objects?"
Everyone in the living room perked up their ears.
Su Ming scratched his head, "Techniques?"
"No real techniques, these things are everywhere."
"I just scan around, they're all over the place, picking them up is like picking up trash."
At this moment, Zhou Zhengyang finally understood the meaning of "trash."
But what concerned him more was the word "scan."
Su Ming pointed to his eyes, "I just look with my eyes."
"Within a radius of five hundred meters, any anomaly is clear as day."
Everyone fell silent.
They assumed this was part of Su Ming's awakened abilities.
Just like Gu Yan's Spirit Scent ability.
She could also identify cursed objects, but neither her range nor accuracy could compare to Su Ming's.
Seeing Zhou Zhengyang about to say something, Chen Zhiwei interrupted him.
She stepped forward, "Hello, I'm Chen Zhiwei."
"In the future, I'll take the cursed objects you collect for double the points."
Su Ming's eyes lit up at this, and he immediately shook Chen Zhiwei's hand, "I know you, Dr. Chen, I saw you on the official website yesterday."
"Meeting you in person, you truly live up to your reputation."
"Impressive."
After exchanging contact information with Su Ming and chatting briefly, Chen Zhiwei left.
Once everyone had left Lanyue Residential Complex, Zhou Zhengyang finally voiced his doubts, "Dr. Chen."
As soon as he spoke, Chen Zhiwei knew what he wanted to say.
"I know what you're thinking."
"With Su Ming's speed and accuracy in finding cursed objects, he could reduce the frequency of anomalies in Dragon Nation."
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"But the problem is."
"Leaving aside whether Su Ming would agree."
"The birth rate of cursed objects alone is beyond your imagination."
Zhou Zhengyang nodded in silent understanding.
He understood.
The birth rate of cursed objects was increasing daily, even if Su Ming ran around the country 24/7, he couldn't keep up with the rate at which cursed objects were appearing.
"Dr. Chen, is there really no way to stop the full resurgence of aberrations?"
Chen Zhiwei shook her head, "It can't be stopped."
One day in the future, an earth-shattering change is bound to happen.
This is globally acknowledged.
Su Ming had no idea what Zhou Zhengyang and Chen Zhiwei were discussing.
Because he was currently scolding the Jumper Ghost.
"So many people came last night, why didn't you wake me up?"
"I mean, even a dog would bark twice."
The Jumper Ghost looked at Su Ming with a pitiful expression, explaining, "Great King, as soon as they arrived, I was suppressed."
"I couldn't even move a finger, let alone wake you."
Su Ming kicked the Jumper Ghost in frustration.
It seemed it was time to find a proper ghost to contain.