Chapter 166 Humanitarian Division Infiltration Operation 2

Do I look twelve years old?

In a few months, I'll be twenty. Even if this man has poor eyesight, he wouldn't mistake a nearly twenty-year-old for a twelve-year-old. He must be joking.

Although that was my first thought, I wasn't entirely convinced it was a joke. The other person had no reason to tell such an easily verifiable lie. Besides, when I opened my mouth to speak, I did realize my voice sounded a little off.

I tried to bend down to check my body, but I couldn't move freely because my whole body was restrained. Even with just this slight movement, I began to feel that there was something wrong with this body. It felt unfamiliar, weak, and the sensation of muscle movement was also very strange. It was like picking up an unopened bottle of cola from the table without even looking at it, only to find that someone had secretly drunk half of the cola beforehand, and I knew something was wrong just by the feel and weight of it.

Could it be that my body has really turned into the appearance of a twelve-year-old?

"These beasts from the Humanitarian Affairs Department are truly unscrupulous," the stranger said bitterly.

My attention was immediately drawn: "Humanitarian Affairs Department?"

“By the way, you must just be an ordinary kid who got caught up in our battle, so you don’t know what the Humanitarian Division is,” the stranger said. “Simply put, the Humanitarian Division is an evil organization that likes to kidnap people and conduct human experiments, and this is their lair.”

Is this a secret outpost of the Humanitarian Affairs Department? I knew I hadn't come to the wrong place.

But how could the Humanitarian Division's secret outpost be like this? The old Humanitarian Division outposts I saw before were clearly modern research facilities. Although they hadn't been cleaned for a long time, they were basically covered in dust and cobwebs, which suggests that they were a place that paid considerable attention to hygiene and cleanliness before they were abandoned.

This place, stained with blood and filled with chaotic noise, unbearably hot and exuding an aura of savage madness, seems utterly unrelated to scientific experiments. It's less a research facility and more a horrific slaughterhouse.

To put it another way, what I observed through Lu Youxun's vision just now was not this style at all. Although the image was blurry, what I saw at the time was clearly a scene with a more modern technological atmosphere.

"Hey, what's going on with you guys!" The strange man turned to the "prison guard" beside him and said, "Isn't your Humanitarian Division supposed to be representing secular society in resisting the future rule of Luoshan? Arresting us demon hunters is one thing, but why are you even arresting ordinary people and children? You don't actually want to dissect and experiment on him, do you? You heartless beasts!"

"Shut up!"

The jailer kicked the base of the cross and said disdainfully, "Do you still think you're some high and mighty superhuman? Right now, you're nothing more than a lab rat waiting to be cooked, yet you dare to spout such nonsense... Lab rats don't need tongues. Should I pluck your tongue out for you first?"

“If it weren’t for the magical restraint, you dog…” The strange man glared at the “jailer” with bloodshot eyes.

"Oh, how scary! The Demon Hunter is glaring at me! -- Ha, you think you can escape just by glaring at me?" The jailer sneered. "Don't even mention you, we've even captured Lu Chan. To keep such a high-level Impermanence trapped, we've raised the defense level of this stronghold to the highest. He himself can't escape, so what splash can a low-level Impermanence like you make?"

The strange man retorted sarcastically, "You really think this is the skill of your Humanitarian Division? Although I don't know why Chenlong betrayed us, if it weren't for him standing by your side, you would be nothing but a bunch of small fry. Relying on one level-one Impermanence to defeat another level-one Impermanence, is this the mortal power your Humanitarian Division wants to demonstrate? It's hilarious!"

The jailer said dismissively, "Go ahead and bark like a dog. A loser is a loser no matter how much he howls. You'll be begging for mercy soon anyway."

Listening to their conversation, I also pieced together some incredible information.

Lu Youxun has been arrested?

Moreover, they didn't just capture Lu Youxun in an ordinary way; they captured him through Chenlong's betrayal... But didn't this happen two years ago?

The stranger also said that the Humanitarian Division "defeated one at the same level by defeating another at the same level," and combined with the "prison guard's" remarks, it's clear that in his understanding, Chenlong and Lu Youxun were both at the "Complete" level. However, Chenlong is now clearly at the "Great Completion" level, while Lu Youxun is at most at the "Bad" level. This understanding only became valid two years ago.

Could it be that I've traveled back in time to the period when Lu Youxun was captured and imprisoned by the Humanitarian Affairs Bureau, and even entered the body of an unknown twelve-year-old child? But I only wanted to teleport myself to the Humanitarian Affairs Bureau's secret base... Wait, this development seems a bit familiar.

Back in the apocalyptic era, Ma Zao also used the Second Bowl to initiate a teleportation, but then some accident occurred, and she unexpectedly arrived in my peaceful era, seemingly entering another version of herself… In other words, I encountered something similar? But I didn't use spatial teleportation, but rather fire teleportation. Besides, this place doesn't look like the old Humanitarian Division stronghold where Lu Youxun was imprisoned at all.

Countless mysteries occupied my mind.

Looking at the scene around me, which resembled a horror game arena, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, even though I knew I had important things to do. Clearly, I had been unexpectedly drawn into some strange phenomenon.

Also, since my body and identity were inexplicably changed, does that mean I can't use my superpowers now?

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I tested my own power.

It can still be used normally.

I felt relieved, but for some reason, I suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Actually, I'm afraid of losing my superpowers.

It's not because I'm afraid of getting hurt or dying—I've long been prepared for those terrible consequences—nor because I'm afraid of becoming weak. What I'm truly afraid of is being unable to continue taking risks.

Of course, death ends the adventure. And since I'm not afraid of death, I shouldn't be afraid of such a thing. Strictly speaking, what I fear is being forced to end the adventure so soon after it begins. It's like secretly reading a novel in a class drawer—you eventually reach the last page, only to have it confiscated by the teacher the moment you turn the first one.

From the moment I set sail into the raging storm, I was prepared to be swallowed by the waves. But I wanted to enjoy the waves a little longer, rather than losing everything after only a taste of their thrill. To me, my superpowers are like a sturdy and reliable ship, a guarantee that I can enjoy more magnificent adventures.

The problem is, the ship I'm on right now seems a bit too reliable; no matter how turbulent the waves outside, it remains as stable as if it were sitting on flat ground. So sometimes, I can't help but fantasize about what it would be like if I couldn't use superpowers.

It's not that I can't limit myself, but when faced with a real adventure, I hope I can unleash the mental strength to "use every means possible," so it's meaningless if I'm not forced to be unable to use my power.

I calmed myself down a bit, then closed my eyes and used my sense of heat to observe my surroundings.

The first thing to observe is oneself within this scene.

Just as that strange man pointed out, I really am still like a twelve-year-old child.

However, it seems I didn't enter the body of a strange child. This body looked very familiar, almost identical to my appearance when I was twelve or thirteen at most. Of course, I don't have any photos with me right now, so relying solely on memory might not reveal any discrepancies. But no matter how I think about it, this face is exactly what I looked like when I first entered junior high school, and it's about the same age as Asaho.

Why did I become like this? Could it be that this is actually a parallel world, and I've transmigrated into another version of myself?

Or was I kidnapped to the Humanitarian Affairs Department when I was twelve or thirteen years old, and the reason I awakened my superpowers at fourteen was because I underwent human experiments at the Humanitarian Affairs Department, and I forgot about this experience afterward?

Countless possibilities flashed through my mind, but none of them had any clues or evidence, so I had to move on to the next target.

The jailer just mentioned that Lu Youxun was also captured and brought here, which means he should also be tied to the cross.

I scanned the area with my thermal sensor, but I couldn't find Lu Youxun.

Was he transferred to another location separately?

With that in mind, I expanded the range of my heat perception.

Since my perception range can easily cover the old Humanitarian Division base and its surrounding area, it should be easy to cover this secret base that doesn't look like a research facility at all. Finding a specific person inside would be a piece of cake.

However, my perception was hindered.

The walls of this dimly lit corridor seemed to be equipped with mechanisms to hinder the spread of perception, reminding me of the protective barrier around the Zhu family mansion. Especially behind the iron gates on both sides of the corridor, these were places where perception was virtually impossible to penetrate. This made sense; since it was a "secret stronghold," it would inevitably have anti-detection mechanisms, and the dark science research conducted by the Humanitarian Department was something that couldn't be brought to light.

Forcibly breaching these anti-detection mechanisms is possible, but just like the barrier around the Zhu family mansion, such an attempt would only break the mechanism itself, potentially alerting the local administrators. At that point, my presence would likely be detected, hindering the subsequent infiltration operation.

"What infiltration? I was caught the moment I arrived—that ridiculous thought popped into my head. But being mistaken for an ordinary person is actually a good form of camouflage."

Without a clear understanding of the full situation, it's best to remain low-key and observe the situation first.

At the same time, I tried to sense the "fireflies" I left behind at the Luoshan office.

(End of this chapter)