Wuning had her own considerations in answering this way.
Given that all previous task agents had failed—and they were all elite colleagues specializing in love-based strategies—there must have been those who went along with it and said it looked good, those who cautiously said it didn’t look good but symbolized bravery, and those who remained silent.
So whether it looked good or not was an unnecessary and unsolvable question to dwell on.
But she had to say something.
She could only continue pretending to be an ordinary NPC and answer in the same manner as before.
This was also a test.
If it didn’t work well, it would mean she wasn’t suited for this task, and she could urgently call headquarters for evacuation.
When faced with danger, her fallback was the ability to make an emergency call to headquarters, but she only had one chance.
Moreover, headquarters would decide whether to approve the evacuation—it wasn’t up to the task agent.
Back in the Dark Sky Zone, Wuning had thought it through before rushing forward, but she had been too scared to remember later.
The meeting room was deathly quiet.
Even Garnet peeked out from behind the table, his ice-blue eyes glancing over.
Goodness, how could anyone provoke Sanchez like this!
Didn’t she know that the softer Sanchez spoke and the wider he smiled, the more ruthless he became?
Wasn’t she afraid?
She should be afraid!
A few seconds later, Eli burst out laughing.
Wuning felt she might have said the right thing.
Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the pressure around her neck tightened again.
Wuning: “!! I’m sorry!”
Sanchez felt he was being made a fool of.
But within his icy anger, a hint of shame and irritation crept in.
He knew he was resisting the urge to lean in and sniff the girl.
That damn Mental Power had lured them all!
Did this girl think such a tiny, minuscule droplet could extinguish the fire that burned incessantly within their bodies?
But, Sanchez glared at Wuning angrily, why couldn’t he bring himself to snap her neck?
She was so fragile—it wouldn’t even take much effort.
Sanchez looked at Bo Yin, his eyes questioning.
Bo Yin’s voice was cold and deep, “She volunteered, willing to try and help us stabilize our Mental Seas.”
The others were even more astonished.
In the first year of becoming Special Operatives capable of fighting in the Dark Sky Zone, many Medics had been assigned here, but all had failed.
After that, no one dared to come anymore. Even if it was a mandatory requirement, they were unwilling to come here at any cost.
Let alone volunteering!
Sanchez stared suspiciously at the delicate and beautiful new Medic recruit.
He loosened his grip but didn’t let go completely, leaning down to inhale her scent.
The external manifestation of Mental Power was scent.
Because of the contamination, they had long lost the ability to smell the scents of the normal human world.
Their nostrils were perpetually filled with the smoke of battle, the bloody rot of monsters, the cold edge of blades, and the charred burn of flames.
But now, beyond these scents, Sanchez caught a whiff of something refreshing—a scent he couldn’t describe.
He had long forgotten what else could smell pleasant besides those things.
Nor could he resist or adapt to the girl’s scent.
Sanchez’s tall, straight nose brushed against Wuning’s neck, restraining himself.
He tried to take small, controlled breaths.
Not epic, lung-filling ones.
But what he thought were small breaths were, in reality, heavy, bellows-like sounds echoing through the room.
Wuning tilted her slender neck, not daring to move.
Her gaze shifted from the ceiling to Bo Yin on the side.
The man stood in place, his figure sharp as a blade, his gray eyes carrying an inorganic sense of indifference, while the rest of his skin was tightly covered by a mask.
At the table, Eli looked on with disdain and confusion, arms crossed.
Garnet, both curious and socially anxious, covered his face, but his eyes remained firmly fixed on the girl.
He really wanted to go over and take a sniff!
But he wasn’t wearing his mask!
Ugh, why didn’t anyone tell him there was an outsider coming! Damn it, did they plan this together and not tell him!
As for Cook, he stood up.
The Polluted were all tall, and Cook stood at 195 cm, with his combat boots pushing him close to two meters.
In front of Wuning, who was only 160 cm, he was almost like a small mountain.
Cook approached, circled behind the girl, leaned down to smell her smooth, satin-like hair cascading down her back, then lifted a handful and buried his face in it.
Sanchez felt a flicker of dissatisfaction for a moment, but Cook was a brother, a companion, so he quickly brushed it aside, releasing his fingers to invite Eli and Garnet. “Aren’t you coming for a sniff?”
Wuning was finally released, clutching her neck as she coughed uncontrollably, the corners of her eyes tinged with a physiological wet redness.
Eli’s dark red eyes flashed with mockery for his companions. “Look, a new pitiful creature has been born. Sanchez, I never thought you’d be no different from those Polluted who beg for scraps.”
Garnet, his face still covered, mumbled, “I’m not wearing my mask!”
“What does it matter? After we’re done, we can just dig out the eyes. It’s not like we haven’t done it before,” Cook said, lifting another handful of long hair.
Now Wuning understood why others were so afraid of Squad 191.
“I… I can give you Mental Power Soothing right now,” Wuning rasped, coughing a few more times and swallowing blood.
Her fair, delicate neck was already marked with heavy bruises, a terrifying sight.
And Sanchez hadn’t even used much force.
The physical disparity between the Polluted and ordinary people was simply too great.
So it seemed the Polluted couldn’t even have sex with ordinary people—they’d end up killing them in bed, regardless of gender.
The squad members looked at Bo Yin.
Only Bo Yin knew the exact origins of this girl.
Bo Yin pulled out a chair and sat down. “Right here. Who’s first?”
Sanchez and the others exchanged glances, thinking of past treatment experiences, and resisted intensely.
It was Cook who spoke up, his voice rough and aggressive. “I’ll go first.”
Although they were eager to smell her scent, when it came to actual soothing, not a single Polluted found it easy.
Receiving Mental Power Soothing was no simple task.
Wuning had long been mentally prepared for this.
Sentinel-Guide and ABO dynamics required compatibility, but here, there was no need for that—they just dove right in, testing both sides even more.
It required trust, the mobilization of hormones, and an environment that felt safe.
The Polluted also had to endure having their personal experiences laid bare for the healer to see, whether good or bad.
It was like having their minds read.
They might even end up crying.
For these madmen, showing weakness or incompetence was absolutely unacceptable.
In any case, none of the Medics sent before had ever succeeded.
A few managed to start the process, but within minutes, they’d be so frightened that their Mental Power would tremble and flee.
That’s why Squad 191 despised and resented Medics so much.
Did they think a few pats like they were coaxing a pet, murmuring “there, there, good~ good~,” would help ease their pain?
Was the battlefield such an easy place for Medics?
Offering just this little and expecting the Polluted to obey their every whim, to give everything for the sake of comfort?
Absolutely impossible!
Even Bo Yin wasn’t truly prepared to accept comfort.
It was merely placed here, waiting for the girl to scare herself away.
As for Cook, he was the first barrier meant to intimidate.
Wuning looked around, somewhat hesitant. “Right here?”
Was this a place that made one feel relaxed and safe?
Please, there were signs of impact everywhere—the walls were all dented!
Sanchez chuckled softly. “What’s wrong, little lamb? Scared?”
Wuning sighed inwardly. “Alright.”
She climbed down from the table and sat on a chair, but even with Cook seated, she had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes.
She was worried that if she stood and fell later, no one would catch her.
After all, no one knew what might happen once things began.
So Wuning politely asked, “Could you crouch down? Or sit on the floor?”
“Ha! Demanding our knees before we’ve even started,” Eli sneered.
Wuning ignored him.
She simply looked innocently at Cook and pleaded softly, “I know this puts you in an awkward position, but for the sake of the effect, could you please do this for me?”
“I’m sorry to ask this of you. I respect your opinion. Actually, I’m not here to treat you. Brave soldiers deserve rewards. I’m here to thank and reward you.”
The girl’s voice was gentle, and as she spoke, a refreshing wave of Mental Power slowly emanated from her, spreading outward.
Even Eli, who loved to mock everything, had to admit that the petite, beautiful Medic before him was more pleasing to the eye than any before.
There was no affectation or trembling nervousness—just a natural ease, as if they were a group of neighborhood brothers.
Eli felt puzzled and an uncontrollable curiosity.
As for Cook, he had the same black eyes as Wuning. After a moment of eye contact, his mountain-like body leaned forward.
He knelt silently before the girl.
With his knees apart, his tall frame enveloped Wuning.
Wuning smiled at him. “Thank you.”
“Then I’ll begin.”
Wuning channeled her Mental Power, slowly making contact with Cook’s mind.
Just as they were about to connect, Cook suddenly spoke.
His deep, resonant voice shed its deliberately rough tone, leaving only pure, magnetic depth. “You know what.”
“Hmm?” Wuning blinked.
“You’ll see me naked,” Cook said, startling her.