In order to find the missing Luciel, Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan directly coordinated with the police to investigate surveillance footage, tracking him closely from the moment he left the Peace Agency.
First, they saw Luciel looking around at the entrance, appearing somewhat lost—he likely didn’t know where to go—before he simply picked a direction and walked in a straight line.
He didn’t turn once, walking straight across half the city to get outside the city limits.
Once outside the city, he didn’t stick to the road.
Luciel had shown good speed and reflexes over the past few days, but Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan didn’t believe that Luciel, who had only recently awakened a Forbidden Domain or Divine Ruins, could maintain his peak speed indefinitely.
Searching the nearby cities was useless now, so they had to have Leng Xuan drive in the direction Luciel had left the city, hoping to run into him on the way.
Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan reported the matter directly to his superiors; after all, putting it mildly, letting a lunatic with Beyonder abilities run loose was quite dangerous.
After notifying the nearby cities and distributing his photo, the group settled into waiting, as there was nothing else they could do.
It wasn’t until the Sun was about to set that the police station called to say that Luciel had returned to Cangnan City on his own.
After Hong Ying took the wheel and performed a whirlwind of a joyride, Luciel was finally brought back to the Peace Agency, looking completely bewildered and clutching a large bag to his chest.
“You!…
Tsk, you…
Sigh.” Luciel looked innocently at the people sighing at him.
Leng Xuan had been searching along the road for the better part of the day; as it turned out, he hadn’t returned, but Luciel had come back first.
“Why did you suddenly leave the city?” In the end, the Vice-Captain was the reliable one; Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan asked.
“I wanted to grow some vegetables, but the soil quality around here isn’t very good, so I went outside the city to find some more fertile soil.” As he spoke, Luciel untied the bag he had been keeping by his side.
It was indeed filled with soil.
They couldn’t tell if it was fertile or not, but what they could see was that Luciel was holding such a large bag of dirt as if it were cotton.
It seemed this personality had a good grasp of his own strength.
“Do you know that you have joined the Nightwatcher?” Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan asked, recalling the fixed set of questions he had summarized over the past few days after Luciel switched personalities.
“I don’t know.
I haven’t thought about going outside these days, so I’m not really interested.
Besides, I’m just an ordinary farmer.
What do you do?” “We are an official organization, you could say…
a special police force?” Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan summarized more concisely.
“No interest.
I don’t want to be special police.
I’m just an ordinary farmer; I don’t know how to fight, I don’t know how to use weapons, I only know how to farm.” Hearing this answer, Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan felt a moment of tension before relaxing again.
He had suspected that among Luciel’s different personalities, there would be some who didn’t want to join the Nightwatcher.
After all, even one person might give two different answers to the same question if they were in a bad mood, let alone two different personalities.
The one in front of him looked very simple and didn’t seem like the type to enjoy killing and arson.
By his own account, he was a farmer who only liked to farm.
Good news: at least he wouldn’t be lured away.
“We don’t need you to fight.
It’s just that because your situation is special and you have special abilities, we need to restrict your movements to prevent you from accidentally hurting ordinary people.
You don’t need to worry about us having any special requirements for you at all.
You just need to stay at the Peace Agency every day, and when you want to go out, just find someone who is free to accompany you.” “If there’s anything you want to do or anything you need, you can bring it up, and we will try our best to satisfy you.” Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan understood the rebelliousness of young kids all too well.
It was all soft on the outside and hard on the inside; the tone was entirely consultative, but the important content had already been decided.
As for the rest, as long as it wasn’t excessive, satisfying it wouldn’t be a big deal.
“Me?
I’m just a farmer.
I want a plot of land to farm.
I want a plot of land, and some plant seeds.” Luciel looked at Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan, his eyes very clear, like a pool so shallow you could see the bottom at a glance.
He was the type with no ulterior motives, the kind where you could even get the color of his underwear out of him just by chatting.
After a brief hesitation, Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan brought Luciel to the entrance and pointed to the Peace Wedding Planning next door.
“There is a small balcony behind this shop, enclosed with tempered glass to ensure sunlight.
Soon, someone will dig up that little patch of concrete, and you can plant there.
But first, we have an agreement: you cannot plant bamboo, creepers, or plants that would damage the building structure.” He led Luciel to the backstage area that was never used, where there was a balcony covered in dust.
These two shops were usually looked after by the logistics team.
It wouldn’t be good to hire ordinary people, as the noise from the underground would be too loud and raise suspicions.
But since they were all locals, they had bought their own houses nearby, the upstairs rooms were just for storage, and the backstage area was almost completely abandoned.
This worked out perfectly.
“It’s about this big.” Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan gestured on the ground, indicating an area of about 3×6.
This balcony used to be a place where people drank tea, but later the tea-lover left.
None of the others—Hong Ying, Medic, Leng Xuan, Zhao Kongcheng—had any interest in sitting here for tea.
Over time, this balcony with good light was abandoned.
Luciel looked at the approximate area and was very satisfied.
Watching Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan, who had started reminiscing about past team members, Luciel tilted his head.
The field wasn’t ready yet; the concrete still needed to be removed to expose the soil underneath, and then filled with some plantable soil.
Is reclaiming land also a step that a Planter should take?
Luciel thought this, and so, while Vice-Captain Wu Xiangnan was lost in nostalgic expressions, he raised his hand and pulled a hammer out of the Knowledge Moor.
Luciel had long been curious about the abilities of an Artisan.
Unfortunately, rather than crafting those Beyonder items, it was better to use those Beyonder characteristics directly within the Sefirah.
The Original Self would sooner or later have those abilities, and even if it was too dangerous, forcibly swallowing a Beyonder characteristic wasn’t out of the question.
At worst, he would just discard his humanity and use a move like “Co-exist with Heaven and Earth,” ending this cycle directly and moving on to the next one.
What, as an outsider, there might not be a next cycle?
What does that matter?
An Outer Deity won’t die, a Pillar won’t die, so would the Creator, who could use a Pillar as a flyswatter, die?
Beyonder characteristics won’t be destroyed, and the will of the Creator certainly won’t either.
The things he created won’t harm his will.
Luciel was completely an extraterrestrial visitor with an extremely high status, plus he was a great void.
But even in this universe, the Creator’s status was ridiculously high.
The universe itself couldn’t erase the Creator’s will.
Even if Luciel messed up, at most he would just wait until the cosmic will and Cthulhu finished their decisive battle, and regardless of who won or lost, he could just walk away.
Ah, he had digressed.
Feeling that he didn’t have much material, Luciel took some iron and made some useless tools in the Knowledge Moor, for example, using a little bit of a Warrior’s spirituality to make a hammer that could increase strength for one year.