Under Luciel’s gaze, which looked as if he were observing some peculiar quirk, Captain Chen Muye limped out of the room.
But looking at the high curve of his lips, even though he was quite badly injured, he seemed very happy.
This matter was likely reported soon after, but Luciel was not affected in the slightest.
For seven days, he spent every early morning praising the greatness of the Sun.
Afterward, he would share some handy crafting tips with the elderly folks who came in after the agency opened for business, using this to digest the Savant potion.
After receiving a few orders, he would head down to the underground base to spar bare-handed and learn combat techniques with the squad members, using this to rapidly digest the Pugilist potion.
After beating a squad member to the ground and getting injured himself, he would take out the healing potion prepared by the Moon a couple of days prior, down it in one gulp to heal himself, and then take his laptop to the lounge to begin digesting the Reader potion.
At night, when it was time to sleep, he would use the Sleepless power to put whichever squad member was keeping watch with him to sleep, while he went out to play the role of the Arbiter.
If he ran into particularly despicable scoundrels, he could even digest the Unwinged Angel.
So, it had to be said that Medic was a treasure of a girl.
With a Klein Realm and Gods Agent onlooker staying by his side every day, the digestion speed of his various potions was highly ideal.
The Pugilist potion was just a tiny bit away from being fully digested.
After all, although Medic did not participate as a combat medic, her presence as a bystander carried a lot of weight.
The Bard had already been successfully digested.
The Light Supplicant potion was also partially digested through Luciel’s acts of vigilantism during the night.
Although it wasn’t much, after all, a Light Supplicant, as the name implies, is one who prays for light—not just for themselves, but also for others who have not yet been shone upon by the light.
Judging from the authority of Sequence 0: Sun, this Pathway walks the line of justice and order, but its justice and order are more self-centered, exclusive, and fanatical, forcing others to feel and acknowledge the core of what they believe in that belongs to this Sequence.
The Savant was successfully digested.
Luciel wasn’t that shy and would still frequently talk to the squad members, imparting all sorts of random knowledge to them in the process, and Medic naturally couldn’t escape it.
The subsequent Archaeologist was not as easy to digest.
The two Pathways of the Knowledge Moor symbolize knowledge itself, but the Paragon represents physical knowledge, while the Mystery Pryer symbolizes hidden and Beyonder knowledge.
What an Archaeologist naturally needs to do is trace ancient knowledge buried by time.
Unfortunately, although Luciel had quite a bit of foreign history in his head, those were not histories hidden by time.
Before the arrival of the fog, this world was almost identical to Luciel’s previous life, so the history known to the general public naturally didn’t differ much.
Luciel could only painstakingly piece together hidden knowledge from more ancient times bit by bit from the many historical archives of the Nightwatchers.
Unfortunately, his proposal to join other archaeological teams was rejected.
It was just a spur-of-the-moment idea; he had completely forgotten about his own unpredictability.
Sigh.
The digestion of the Reader was smooth but not rapid.
In people’s inherent perception, a bookworm would prefer a quiet place like a library.
Medic didn’t show any aversion to learning, but she truly wasn’t someone who actively pursued knowledge either.
The Sleepless was continuously being digested, and it would probably be fully digested in less than two days.
The digestion of the Arbiter was mediocre.
He couldn’t encounter the mysterious every day.
Or rather, before the protagonist made his appearance, the frequency of mysterious occurrences in such a large city was pitifully low.
Aside from the white fox whose head was blown off by the Peerless Lion’s Flying Head Punch at the very beginning, over the past few days, Luciel had been sending robbers, thieves, those who harassed young girls in the middle of the night, and men and women picking up drunk people at bars to the police station.
He even accidentally caught a human trafficker once.
The victim’s family asked the police to deliver a silk banner, which was now hanging in the Peace Agency.
It maintained order very well.
Heh, happy.
Over the past few days, the members of the 136 Squad had been somewhat worried because, since that day, Captain Chen Muye seemed to have vanished into thin air, with no news of him for a whole week.
His phone was unreachable, his messages went unanswered, and they weren’t even allowed to know where he was.
Recalling the scene from that night, everyone’s memory of it was still fresh.
Captain Chen Muye had gathered everyone that night, seemingly to welcome some important figure, but it wasn’t until late at night that the sound of a car horn honked in front of the Peace Agency.
Upon opening the door, they saw a slightly damaged electric scooter with some scratches on its body slowly rolling into view.
Sitting on it was a delivery guy wearing a little yellow duck hat.
At the time, Luciel was still wondering who had ordered late-night snacks and if he could grab a bite, but then he saw Captain Chen Muye directly get onto the backseat of the scooter holding a black suitcase.
The delivery guy didn’t even communicate.
He looked very anxious, as if his order was about to time out.
Twisting the throttle to the max, he rushed straight out.
It was truly a flying speed—no exaggeration, just pure realism, because they actually flew.
Luciel was still marveling at how convenient modern travel had become, and only after a long while did he realize that it was actually a Peak of Humanity.
Well, that explained it.
This orderly lifestyle over the past few days was a bit boring.
Should he stir up some trouble?
After all, he only had 11 personalities so far, leaving 11 vacant personality slots.
So, where was the much-missed Captain Chen Muye right now?
The Fasting Institute, a prison for awakened Forbidden Domain users guarded by Master Chen, one of the Peaks of Humanity.
Captain Chen Muye was not a prisoner being guarded; on the contrary, he had rendered meritorious service.
But this did not allow the high-ranking officials of the Nightwatchers to ignore the hidden dangers within him.
Rather, it was precisely because he held an important position that his hidden dangers made them even more uneasy.
“Master Chen, have there been any issues observed over these past few days?” Standing in front of the transparent glass, a middle-aged man looked solemnly at Captain Chen Muye on the other side.
At this moment, the captain of the 136 Squad was covered in various instruments, all of which were monitoring devices developed by the Nightwatchers over years of research into Forbidden Domain and Divine Ruins.