The slender, white fish surged out of the water along the fishing line. The little boy, watching the fish dancing in the curtain of rain, excitedly turned to the elderly man beside him, "I caught one!" "Very good, very good." The elderly man took out a plastic bag from his pocket, slowly squatted down, scooped up a bagful of river water from the rain, and then reached out to catch the little fish that flew through the air, removed the fishhook, and put the fish into the bag. Then he smiled at the excited little boy who was waving his fishing rod and gave him a thumbs up, "That’s impressive." The little boy happily shook his body. The pattering rain tapped on the old straw hats of the young and old, the large and small. "Shall we go home then?" The elderly man, holding the bag with the fish, extended his withered palm toward the little boy. The little boy excitedly clasped the hand, then touched his belly, looked up at the elderly man, "Grandpa, I’m a bit hungry." "How about we go back and make some fish soup?" The elderly man said, smiling. The little boy perked up again. The figures of the pair, large and small, gradually disappeared, shuffling along with the pitter-patter of the rain. He Ao withdrew his gaze from the two figures, looked down at the huge white fish in his hand, turned around, and looked at the dispersing rain mist, tossing the fish into the empty bucket behind him. Then he lifted his head, gazing into the dim sky shrouded in rain mist, watching the faint glow of the dawn breaking at the edge of the sky. The sound of the wind and human voices, the rain nourishing the grass, nature’s symphony still echoed in his ears. The contents of page ten of the little book emerged in his mind. The three bundles of Divine Sense that had gathered inside him – in his navel, chest, and mind – were split apart, twisting like three thin threads, rampaging inside his body. These terrifying strengths brutally tore open his energy pathways that had been completely solidified, rushing without restraint into every inch of his muscles. The young man’s body trembled slightly involuntarily, and fresh red blood seeped through his skin. Raindrops washed away the blood on his hands, but he continued to look ahead calmly, seemingly completely unaffected by any pain. The dispersing energy flowed through every corner of his body, tearing every inch of his muscle, and then quickly integrated into it. As the energy kept merging into his body, those entwined Divine Senses decreased more and more. By the time it flowed through his entire body, the Divine Senses had completely vanished inside He Ao. Everything seemed to come to a standstill at that moment. Standing in the curtain of rain, He Ao’s gaze settled on what lay ahead – the brilliance of the sky, the wind, the rain, the grass, and the winding river. He reached out slowly toward the sky, as if welcoming nature itself. With the falling raindrops hitting his palm, they splashed and scattered. At this moment, his once-still body surged like a tide, with fine strands of strength gushing from every inch of his flesh, rapidly forming along the original energy channels, converging into rivers of Divine Sense. These scattered streams of Divine Sense within He Ao’s body continuously merged into larger rivers. And in the end, all these rivers gathered just above the navel, forming a lake of Divine Sense. The ’water’ in this lake kept accumulating, as if pressed into a huge, fragile depression. He Ao could distinctly feel a pressure emanating from within, threatening to tear his body apart. He Ao did not hesitate to activate Super Memory, the mighty strength acted on his body, enhancing its resilience. The power gathering above his navel grew more and more, exerting an ever-increasing pressure on He Ao, until, finally, it reached the upper limit of his fortified body. This powerful ’lake’ eventually collapsed, and whatever was ’blocking’ at the edges was broken by the immense pressure. The bursting Divine Sense shot upward like a torrent, in an instant, reaching He Ao’s chest, then forcefully breaking through the ’blockage’ at his chest, and straight into his brain. However, the Divine Sense did not stop there; it charged directly toward the center of He Ao’s crown, taking with it his Soul Power, threatening to shatter his skull. At this instant, He Ao slightly closed his eyes. The silent natural music echoed in his ears, and at this moment, the entire world was reflected in his mind. Mountains, rivers, clouds, and rain seemed to merge into his body at this moment. The raindrops from the sky fell on his straw hat, on his long raincoat, and also into the palm of the young man’s outstretched hand. A breeze blew across the falling rain, landing in the palm of the young man and slipping through the gaps between his fingers. The whole world seemed to be grasped in the young man’s hands, and yet it was as if this world was inherently one with the young man. Sun and moon shine brightly, self and objects are as one. An invisible rhythm followed the opened gaps, covering the young man’s body, and his head, the upward surging Divine Sense in his mind seemed to have found some kind of response or perhaps finally encountered the invisible barrier ahead. At this moment, at the end of the sky, within the flowing curtain of rain, a strand of Dawn light seemed to spread from the edge of Heaven and Earth, piercing through the chaos of raindrops, following the young man’s breath into his body. Accompanied by the surging Divine Sense river, massive energy dissolved in an instant upon entering the young man, converging into the essence of Divine Sense. With a crisp sound almost inaudible, the invisible barrier was torn open, the surging Divine Sense touched the world beyond his body. Mountains and rivers, connected cities—thousands upon thousands emerged in He Ao’s mind in an instant. It was as if he had arrived at a higher vantage point, taking in the vast world around him all at once. The roaring thunder sounded in the sky, the howling wind picked up the trees by the riverbank, and the rustling leaves fell with the raindrops. He Ao really opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and then reached out beside him. A falling leaf just landed on his fingertip, which he lightly pinched and flicked upward. The thin leaf transformed into a streak of green light, rushing through the rain curtain and into the clouds. "Rain Demon, if you surrender now, we can consider lessening your punishment. Don’t make a futile resistance." Standing in the pouring rain, Zhang Ansha looked at the fierce man hiding behind the old iron gate of the school and the children behind him on the playground, who seemed to have been forcefully gathered and were shivering in the rain. "The hell, your noses at the Research Institute are even better than a dog’s!" The man grabbed the neck of an old security guard nearby, speaking in a somewhat peculiar Zhongtu accent, "Let people go? Why the hell would I do that?" He glanced at Zhang Ansha, "I might not be a combat-oriented C-level, but I’m not some trash who hasn’t reached C-level that you can just threaten. Your C-levels haven’t arrived yet, probably still on the way, huh?" He then lifted the old security guard by the neck, "So, since that’s the case, and since you want to play the hero, I’ll just kill you and everyone in this school, escort you all down to Hell together. When your C-level finally arrives and sees this scene, he’ll be very ’happy,’ I bet." "Don’t get excited, we still have something to talk about." Zhang Ansha’s expression darkened slightly, and he immediately tried to dissuade him, while at the same time, the hand that he had behind his back made a gesture, his body sank slightly, muscles tensing. "You bastard, aren’t you afraid of retribution? Heaven has eyes!" A young female teacher standing in front of the children yelled angrily, "You’re going to get struck by lightning for this!" "Struck by lightning?" The man turned around, looked at the female teacher, and scoffed, "Do you know that in this kind of heavy rain, my Strength gets a boost." He raised his other hand towards the sky, "Even though I didn’t summon these cumulonimbus clouds, I can still control them." The thunderous sound of lightning ripped through the dense, dark clouds. Endless mighty winds suddenly rose, buffeting everyone’s clothing. The young teacher shivered as she looked at the menacing man in front of her, but she still clenched her teeth and shielded the children behind her. "I’m going to show you," The fierce man’s face twisted with malice, rain splashing against his features as he laughed loudly, "whether this lightning strikes you or me, let’s see if Heaven, your Zhongtu people’s Heaven, has eyes or not!" The deafening lightning bolt flashed across the cloud layer like an intricate web. The fierce man, holding the security guard in one hand, raised the other hand high, "Now, I am the Divine Being!" The wind and rain in the darkness howled, and the pervasive thunderous brilliance illuminated the entire firmament in an instant. Muscles tensed, Zhang Ansha leaped out instantly, charging toward the fierce man with his back to him. The thunder in the sky also seemed to converge at this moment, splitting in two, aiming at both Zhang Ansha and the young female teacher. The clouds above the firmament became agitated at this moment, rolling into undulating mists. The entire world seemed to freeze at this moment. The flickering lightning once again spread across the firmament, the emerald brilliance rent the heavy cumulus clouds apart, as well as the majestic curtain of rain, tearing through the dim darkness within the rain. Like a vast divine punishment descending from Heaven, it pierced through the chest of the fierce man who was still laughing heartily in an instant. That ferocious smile froze on his face, and blood spurted from the huge hole in his chest. The man looked up at the sky, his mouth slightly opened as if wanting to say something, but all words were ultimately choked by the surging blood; his body tilted backward, crashing to the ground. Zhang Ansha, quick as lightning, dashed forward, pushed the door open, and caught the currently perturbed old security guard falling from midair. And that somewhat naive young female teacher stood in disbelief, muttering to herself, "Heaven really manifested..." The staff members who had been lying in wait nearby quickly rushed out, approached the teacher and student, woke up the dazed female teacher, and led the children in an orderly manner to the nearby classroom, taking out the prepared warming tools. Two staff members also approached, lifting the still trembling and breathless old security guard onto a stretcher, heading toward the classroom. Meanwhile, some staff members followed some teachers to the deepest parts of the school to check areas like student dormitories and teacher dormitories for injured people. A woman in white followed to the school gate, looking at Zhang Ansha who had already turned to look at the ’Rain Demon’s’ corpse. Zhang Ansha shook his head, squatted down, and carefully examined the large hole that had pierced through the Rain Demon’s chest, "I don’t know what descended from the sky and killed him." "Was it some sort of special power?" The woman looked around somewhat blankly, "Was there a hidden Transcendent who helped us?" Zhang Ansha also turned his head to scan the surroundings, his gaze eventually landing on a cluster of emerald specks. He walked over slowly and picked up one of the specks. The woman approached, looking at the green speck in Zhang Ansha’s hand. "It looks like a fragment of some kind of leaf," Staring at the speck in his hand, Zhang Ansha squeezed a bit more forcefully, further crushing the fragment, "It’s a normal leaf." He raised his head, looking at the empty playground around him; there were no plants nearby, nor any flower stands where plants might once have been cultivated. The woman in white suddenly spoke. Zhang Ansha looked up, toward the sky above. The torrential downpour had unknowingly stopped, and the clouds covering the sky were rapidly dissipating at a visible rate. The rays of the morning sun filled the firmament and the earth, the resplendent afterglow revealing its gorgeous form behind the dark clouds. Standing by the riverbank, He Ao looked up for a moment at the fiery sun rising at the end of the river and the dazzling clouds covering the firmament. He lowered his head, picking up the plastic bucket beside him. The old-fashioned train emerged from the void, taking the youth’s form and disappearing into the bright afterglow. Yika Republic・Sanatorium "He Ao, what are you doing?" Li Cheng looked at He Ao in front of him somewhat bewildered. "My phone’s been fixed, and the master sent it over here." He Ao lifted up the bucket in his hand, "And I caught a big fish today, bought a few more at the market, so I came to borrow the nursing home’s kitchen." Li Cheng glanced at the bucket full of fish in He Ao’s hand and revealed a smile. Time ticked away, and He Ao, holding the bucket, entered the kitchen. He didn’t ask the nursing home’s head chef to lift a finger, instead, he took the knife himself and slaughtered the fish one by one, slicing them into fillets. Next, he marinated the fillets before boiling the fish bones into soup. During this process, ’Hao Yi’ also returned to the nursing home. Goya followed ’Hao Yi’ into the kitchen, peering in cautiously. After completing her paperwork shortly after ’Hao Yi,’ Lin Chichi arrived at the nursing home with Elfia. First, she greeted ’Brother Hao Yi,’ then darted into the kitchen to help out. Elfia had also intended to help, but after smashing a pile of plates, she was chased out by He Ao and Lin Chichi. After Elfia left, Goya also cautiously approached, but she didn’t speak. She clumsily tried to help and even managed to revive the half-dead fish she was supposed to be finishing off. So, ’Hao Yi’ came over and pulled her out. Approaching noon, Yan Yue hurried over, teetering in high heels, dressed in a professional suit with stockings. She made a round, saw they were all B-levels, and then rushed into the kitchen trembling. However, her cooking skills were also terrible, and she was too scared to be alone with the big shots outside, so Lin Chichi assigned her to wash the vegetables. Close to midday, Jie An opened the door, seemingly heading for the restroom, then saw the dense crowd outside. Under the ’gaze’ of the group, he had no choice but to stretch his mouth into a grin and awkwardly greeted everyone. Around twelve o’clock, the fish soup was served. Several staff members joined the round tables together to form one big table. He Ao arranged for all the staff members to sit down, each table received a portion of the fish soup he had prepared himself, and then he added some dishes made by the head chef. "This time it’s quite a grand affair." Li Cheng looked up at He Ao and laughed. "Just caught some fish, thought we’d gather," He Ao chuckled as he placed the dumplings Lin Chichi had wrapped at ’Hao Yi’s’ request in front of him, smiling in reply, "Otherwise, how would everyone know I caught such a big fish?" Once all the dishes were served, He Ao picked up the old phone that he had retrieved from the staff, repaired and ready, snapped a photo, and posted it to the fieldwork department’s group. He also sent another one to the Xidu small group Zhang Ansha had added him to previously. Then he looked up at Li Cheng. Li Cheng shook his head, smiling, "This time you’re the host, I can’t overshadow you." He Ao put down the phone and looked at the people sitting around the table. The steam from the fish soup obscured his face, he picked up his chopsticks, and smiled, "Let’s begin!" Everyone quickly picked up their chopsticks. Amidst bouts of jokes and laughter, the atmosphere gradually became joyful. The screen of the phone on the table slowly lit up. It was a message from Yang De with a "surprised" emoticon. Below this message, there was a screensaver of an old man in a straw hat fishing and a little boy sitting beside him. After everything had settled down, He Ao returned to the upscale hotel prepared for him by the World Tree, watching the countdown on the screen. He felt the Martial Arts Qi surging within him. [Welcome to the Life Copy Game] [Randomly matching you with a life role] [Your role: Mayor Linen]