Published: March 2, 2025
“Gul, right? The lord sent me to pick you up. Let me introduce myself, I’m Long Er, the deputy captain of the commander-in-chief's guard.”
Long Er simply introduced himself, then opened the car door and shoved the still dazed Gul inside.
Even after the vehicle started, Gul remained in a daze, looking at Long Er, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and asked in confusion, “Um, big brother, what are you doing?”
“You’re Gul, right? The godson of the lord commander?”
“Uh…”
The term “godson” instantly caused Gul to be speechless. After pondering for a moment, he nodded slightly.
“I guess so.”
“Then that’s settled. Just sit tight and come with me.”
Long Er flashed a grin in the rearview mirror, his white teeth seeming to glimmer with a cold light.
Gul was momentarily speechless. He stared out the window as the vehicle sped along, and after a moment, they smoothly arrived at the military district headquarters building.
Three minutes later, Gul pushed open the door to the commander-in-chief's office in Beijing.
Upon entering, he saw a familiar figure sitting behind the desk, leisurely sipping tea.
…
Seeing the figure that looked exactly like uncle number three, Gul was at a loss for how to react. He stood by the door until Long Er closed it from the outside, finally snapping Gul back to reality.
“U… uncle…”
He nervously spoke, and this finally caught Wen Yu's attention.
“Sit.”
Wen Yu simply gestured to the sofa opposite him, indicating Gul to take a seat. Once Gul was seated, Wen Yu put down his teacup and fixed his gaze on Gul. Those calm, deep eyes gradually made Gul feel a chill.
Although this uncle looked the same as his own uncle, there was an unshakeable sense of strangeness lingering in Gul's heart.
“Over the past few years, have you been living well with uncle number three?”
“Not bad.”
Gul answered briefly, and Wen Yu nodded in response.
“By the way, I looked at your school report. All A’s in your academic courses, and your combat courses were assessed as having unquantifiable potential. However, interestingly, your practical combat course only scored a C, around the passing line. Are you still unable to bring yourself to attack members of the demonic clan?”
Hearing this, Gul's heart tightened. Over these years, he had indeed killed members of the demonic clan, but it hadn’t been as prominent as in his other courses.
After all, the fact that he had once been "demonic" still haunted him and influenced his actions.
He fell silent, unsure of how to respond, while Wen Yu, noticing Gul's troubled expression, slowly smiled.
“Alright, I was just teasing you. After all, you are also my godson. I understand that you have some reservations about the matter of racial transformation, but according to uncle number three’s reply, those reservations should be diminishing. Yes, I look forward to your future performance.”
Wen Yu’s words made Gul unable to help but let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Wen Yu, his eyes filled with gratitude.
“Then let’s change the topic. The spirit of the demon lord…”
As soon as the words “spirit of the demon lord” left his mouth, Wen Yu immediately noticed that Gul had tensed up. Gul stared at Wen Yu, ears perked up, as if not wanting to miss a single word.
“You want to get rid of him, right?”
“Yes!”
Hearing Gul's resolute voice, Wen Yu slowly nodded. Then he stood up, walked over to Gul, and personally poured him a cup of tea.
“The reason I called you here is because of the spirit of the demon lord.”
“Uncle, just say the word. Anything I can do, I will definitely not hold back!”
Gul’s voice was fierce, gritting his teeth, while Wen Yu slowly activated the eye of the night, focusing intently on Gul until everything about him was captured in Wen Yu's gaze.
Divine beast species.
Racial talent—18.5.
Physical fitness—362w.
Skills—average…
The data was decent, far exceeding that of an average person, but to Wen Yu, it still belonged to the ranks of minor players.