Meanwhile, within the Empire, several thousand meters underground in the Imperial Palace of the capital, at the Empire's Mysterious Research Institute.

The office, with its four white walls, contained only two chairs and a simple desk.

At one of the tables and chairs, Marshal Morris, a renowned figure in the empire, was leaning back, reviewing some documents and summarizing the progress his subordinates had made in collecting strange objects within the empire over the past two days.

This simple and ordinary office was Marshal Maurice's own workplace. He disliked luxury and believed that the interests of the empire were above all else. Perhaps this was why he was able to gain the emperor's deep trust.

However, just as he was assigning team members to various locations, a series of urgent knocks on the door disrupted his thoughts.

thud

Knock knock knock

Knock knock knock

Marshal Maurice was already quite tired from the many affairs of the past few days, and when he heard this knocking, he knew that his secretary would only do this if something important had happened.

After tidying his disheveled hair and rubbing his dark circles under his eyes, Marshal Maurice spoke with a hint of weariness:

"Come in."

Upon hearing Marshal Maurice's voice, the secretary outside gently opened the door.

What came into Marshal Maurice's view was a hot, mature woman wearing round black glasses and office attire.

However, Marshal Maurice, in a foul mood, had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery before him and simply asked:

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The mature woman, with her hands folded in front of her, spoke quickly:

"Director Morris, the entire S-class supernatural team you sent out two days ago to carry out a protection mission has just been wiped out by the supernatural headquarters. The numerous supernatural objects they were carrying have also disappeared."

As the most prestigious and mysterious research institute in the empire, it naturally contains something similar to the Soul Lamp, though its functions are somewhat different.

Name: Shackles of Fate

Level: Highest level monster

Origin: It was traded from the Bureau of Mystery Investigation by the Emperor five years after the establishment of the Empire.

Belongs to: Emperor (currently the Imperial Institute of Mysteries)

Function: It can register a trace of a creature's soul on it (including ghosts). When the creature leaves the maximum range of the ghost, or when the soul of the registrant dissipates, the soul and name recorded on it will disappear.

Function: Seven years after the establishment of the empire, the emperor handed it over to the Imperial Institute of Mysteries for the recording and control of the Mysteries Squad.

Upon hearing what the secretary said, Marshal Maurice was suddenly taken aback, and then he remembered that it was he who had sent an entire S-class supernatural squad to protect those mysterious creatures the day before yesterday.

But now all the members sent out have been killed. Yes, Marshal Maurice has concluded that they are all dead, because in such a short time, the squad members could not possibly leave the area of ​​the Shackles of Fate.

Sigh~

Marshal Maurice sighed and then spoke to his secretary with a heavy heart:

"I understand. You can go now. You can't be of much help with this. Just go and reassign a few S-class squads to carry out the protection mission."

Seeing Marshal Maurice's current state, the secretary wisely refrained from disturbing him further. After quietly taking his leave, he departed the office, gently closing the door behind him.

Thinking back to what he saw on the screen that day, how Gu Changqing killed the S-class Weird Squad leader as easily as crushing an ant, Marshal Morris had already guessed that perhaps those people had offended Gu Changqing in some way and were then eliminated.

Marshal Morris frowned, put down the documents in his hand, and temporarily set aside the task of dispatching the strange squads in various places.

The most important thing now is to inform His Majesty the Emperor about this matter, after all, it was an entire S-class supernatural squad, and in an instant, all of their lives were ended.

Without even a chance to resist, according to the secretary, the guardian of the shackles of fate saw the life records of that squad member vanish simultaneously.

It should be understood that even an emperor could not kill an entire S-class supernatural squad in an instant.

But Gu Changqing did it, so doesn't that mean even the emperor is not as powerful as him?

With this in mind, Marshal Maurice took out a communicator from his pocket, and after thinking about the wording, sent a message to the emperor in the palace.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for disturbing you at this time, but just now, the creature brought out from the Imperial Research Institute of Mysteries wiped out an entire S-class Mysteries squad that was sent to protect him in an instant."

After sending the message, Marshal Maurice placed the communicator on the table, leaned back against the chair behind him, closed his eyes, and quietly awaited His Majesty's reply.

Meanwhile, inside the grand hall illuminated by holy white lights, the emperor sat alone on a golden throne.

Holding that well-designed communicator in his hand proved that he had already received a message from Marshal Maurice.

The Emperor was somewhat surprised by the death of that S-class bizarre squad, but he understood when he recalled the look in His eyes at the time.

It was a gaze that regarded all things in the world as worthless. Before seeing Him, he would never have believed that such a being existed in the world.

But through those quiet eyes that glanced at him, the emperor knew that who he was was because of that heart devoid of superfluous emotions.

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