Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 467 - 238: The Cruelest Truth

In this temporarily constructed dark space, only the viscous silence of the Eternal Night Territory remained, along with the faint purple-blue flames of Thunder leaping from Fang Qingyu’s hand, illuminating three distinctly different faces.

Fang Qingyu’s expression looked incredibly grave under the lightning.

Jiang Wei’s small figure had silently and noiselessly positioned itself at a side position behind the Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss. Her clear Eyes of Melting Gold were as icy as millennia-old ice at this moment. The small body emitted an intermittent yet space-devouring terrifying aura, completely locking any potential movement of the Corpse Wolf.

"You watch him."

Fang Qingyu’s voice rang out in the dark territory, carrying a cold hardness akin to metal friction.

Jiang Wei didn’t speak, only slightly nodding her little head ever so gently, her gaze solid as ice cones, pinned firmly to the back of the Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss.

The Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss, terrified by the sudden arrival of absolute darkness and the cold murderous intent from behind, had all its scales bristled, uttering fearful gasps of "ho ho," its body shaking like a leaf in the wind, not daring to move at all.

Fang Qingyu no longer looked at it.

But instead, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the raging waves within his heart.

He took out the phone, its screen shattered, tainted with black ash and bloodstains.

His fingers swiftly slid across the contact list, pausing precisely on the name "Old Man Hong on Chang’an Ancient Street."

Without a moment’s hesitation, he dialed directly.

Beep... beep... beep...

The busy signal was particularly piercing in the dead silent dark territory.

Time seemed to stretch.

Every second felt like an excruciating century.

Fang Qingyu’s Eyes of Melting Gold were fixed intently on the screen, his fingers clutching the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Just when he thought no one would answer.

Click.

The call connected.

However, what came through was not Hong Qitian’s usual lazy or slightly biting voice.

The first thing to pierce the eardrum was an extremely noisy, fierce argument!

In the background sound, several voices clearly in an extremely agitated state were roaring like wounded beasts:

"...What are you still hesitating for?! The contingency plan must start immediately! Today! At this moment!!"

A hoarse voice roared with a kind of do-or-die determination, "All humanity! Has the right to know the truth!!! We have hidden it for too long! If we continue to hide it, by the time they break out, it will be too late!!"

"Bullshit!!" Another voice even more irritable immediately exploded confrontationally, like a thunderclap, "Tell everyone now? Tell them there’s a guillotine ready to fall at any moment? Tell them we can’t hold it at all?! Besides pushing the world into premature panic and chaos, utterly collapsing the current order, what other damn purpose does it serve?! Resources? Food? Weapons? What supplies a global wartime status?! Our words alone?!"

"Do we have to wait until they break through the Arctic Circle! Until cities become ruins! Until billions die in ignorance before announcing it?! That would be real slaughter!!" The first voice became even more agitated.

"Ignorance? At least with ignorance, they can have a few more days of peace! Breaking this thin veil now is lighting the fuse of a powder keg! Besides dragging everyone prematurely into hell, I can’t see any hope!" The voice refuting was unyielding.

"Enough!! Everyone shut up!!"

An aged but indisputably authoritative voice abruptly cut through all the clamor.

A brief silence of the dead.

Then came the heavy footsteps, as if someone was moving away from the noisy battlefield with the phone.

Over a dozen seconds later.

The background argument was finally muffled by heavy door panels, becoming extremely faint.

On the other end of the phone, Hong Qitian’s familiar voice came through.

But this time, there was no casual laziness or acerbity, only a profound weariness, as if crushed by infinite burdens.

"Hello? Kid..." his voice was hoarse to the extreme, "What’s up? Speak quickly."

Fang Qingyu’s heart felt gripped by an icy hand.

He took a deep breath, forcing his voice to remain as calm as possible, recounting everything that had just happened as if delivering the most precise battle report, quickly and clearly.

From his and Jiang Wei’s silent return to the mountaintop ambush, to how the Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss bizarrely emerged from the Force Field Barrier, how it displayed anthropomorphic vigilance and actions, how it was stopped by his thunder, how it begged for mercy and identified itself, how it mentioned "the North," "the army gathering," then to the most critical phrase, "The Arctic! Humans have blocked us there for a hundred years! Don’t you know?"

Every detail, including the tone and demeanor of the Corpse Wolf Blood Kiss when speaking, Fang Qingyu described with as much accuracy as possible.

On the other end of the phone.

A dead silence.

Only the incredibly repressed and heavy breathing of Hong Qitian, coming through the receiver.

As if he was bearing an invisible mountain, each breath exhausting all his strength.

The silence lasted for a full half-minute.

So lengthy that Fang Qingyu almost believed the signal had been cut off.

Finally.

Hong Qitian’s voice, weary to the utmost, with a kind of world-weary desolation, slowly emerged:

"Kid..."

He paused, as if each word required immense effort.

"This world... is truly too big..."

Fang Qingyu’s grip on the phone suddenly tightened.

This sentence was like an icy key, instantly opening the door named Truth.

All the guesses, suspicions, and confusion were confirmed at this moment!

Hong Qitian’s deep, hoarse voice continued, each word like quenched ice: