The sky, densely packed with dark clouds, was split open by a massive crack from a fleeting flash of lightning.

In the distance, the faint white dots of light were magnified endlessly as the Tuner's hovercar roared in from afar, its heavy body rumbling, the vortex engine at the rear spinning at full speed like a roaring, galloping beast crashing into the solidified curtain of rain, steadily flying closer to the skies above Rongsen Media Tower.

The rain washed over its silver-white coating, with the braking air deflectors extending from the armor, the body of the high-speed shuttle creating a streamlined air resistance shield, large patches of white mist and tiny water droplets covering its surface, the high beams under its wings bright enough to illuminate the night sky below; a majestic triangular building revealed its full form against the night sky, and at this moment, it was ten-thirty in the evening, yet the building inside was still brightly lit, from this vantage point, the entire arc-shaped plaza below was visible at a glance.

Everywhere the gaze reached, the plaza filled with various vehicles crashing into each other, some engulfed in flames, turning into rolling fireballs, others twisted into lumps of mangled scrap metal.

The alloy cabin door of the hovercar was opened, a few fully armed Tuners leaned out, the ground scene was in complete disarray, with the tumultuous sound of rain and thunder ringing in their ears, and the figures of their comrades appearing on their special goggles.

For them, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Beside a statue on the plaza below, members of the Dawn Society hurried back to Jian Liu.

"President, the crowd has almost been evacuated, no new monster creatures have been found nearby."

"Are you alright President, what about the retreat order just now?"

Jian Liu shook his head: "It's fine, as for the retreat order, maybe I misjudged."

He recalled the previous scene, the black and white butterfly shadow fleeting through his mind.

That monster creature, seemed devoid of any desire for 'destruction', and hostile towards other monster creatures, unlike any monster creature he had encountered before.

He had never seen a monster creature that felt sympathy for tragedy, regretted the passing of life, and used the black gun to grant all living beings peace, almost like a mourner.

This went beyond his understanding, what exactly was the desire driving it?

This reminded him of a legend he had read in an ancient book, that when the world was about to face an unprecedented catastrophe, with countless creatures perishing in the devastation, even the last piece of untouched land being scorched by the flames, the heavens would take pity on mankind, sending down a mourning envoy to grant rest to the suffering people.

If that were the case, Jian Liu immediately turned to face the members of the Dawn Society: "I'll leave the matter of the Star of Art to you."

"President?"

"I need to make a trip to Daylight City."

After sensing the weight in the youth's words, the faces of the members of the Dawn Society changed slightly, and no one spoke again.

Jian Liu looked toward the sky shrouded in haze: "Hopefully, this time, we're still in time."

Below the Rongsen Media Tower, all the runaway individuals were brought under control, and Ince was captured by the arriving Tuners, roughly pressed to the ground.

"You lunatic from the Ascetic Sect, what on earth are you trying to do!"

"Look at what you've done, you damn bastard!"

The man did not struggle, his face in close contact with the ground, the splashing water and mud, flowing from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, then dripping to the ground, he just looked dazedly at the scenes around him, the chaotic plaza, burning vehicles, groaning wounded.

This was a piece named Suffering, with a gray base tone, colored in with despair.

The things he did, were they truly just?

He never thought that this farce would end up like this, he just wanted to make things a little bigger, just a little bit bigger, so that the unsuspecting people would know the truth...

"Pleasure doing business, Ince."

The girl's voice echoed in his ears, his eyes trembling, he opened his mouth wide trying to say something, but his body suddenly began to convulse violently, the curtain leaves in his ears flickering with abnormal red light, colorful paint continuously flowing from his seven orifices.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

"Hold him down quickly!"

All memories of today gradually drifted away from him, leaving only the suffering of people etched into his mind, until the moment his consciousness faded, he finally recalled where he had heard the girl's voice before.

Behind a virtual blue light curtain, Xu Xiaoyou watched expressionlessly as the man, covered in mud, was lifted by a Tuner and pressed against the hovercar hood, finally handcuffed and put bewilderedly into the hovercar. At her fingertips, the bronze-colored Hundred-sided Dice spun continuously; the intricately mechanical structure on it quickly shifting and changing.

——Moment of Destiny

"Luck: Dye Thief Resonance·Toning gains an enhancement."

After gaining the augmentation, even by maintaining 'contact' only through the communication curtain, she could directly erase the man's memories, a capability she had drawn not long ago, and hence set up this scenario.

As for the cost, Xu Xiaoyou glanced toward the bottom right.

"Fortune and Misfortune: Next throw minor calamity probability increased by 30%, calamity probability increased by 10%, misfortune probability increased by 1%."

"Automatically extract one fortune."

"Today's Fortune: Tomb. Extremely likely to be noticed by powerful monster creatures. Good luck amplified by 50%."

"Fortune Saying: Not advisable to go out."

Currently, for Xu Xiaoyou, there was good news, and there was bad news.

The good news was in an hour and a half today would be over, and the worst 'Tomb' fortune would soon be lifted.

The bad news was that the powerful monster creature had already appeared before her eyes.

Without any change in her expression, she turned her gaze slightly sideways, since just a moment ago, the black and white silhouette had appeared on the sofa in her office, while the doors and windows remained locked, nobody knew how it had gotten in.

The black and white butterfly shadow silently watched her, the massive butterfly on its face flapping its wings, creating a hissing fluttering sound.

Although the white black-striped winged butterfly on its head obviously had no eyes, Xu Xiaoyou felt as if the pattern on its wings was gazing at her, as if able to see through her, making her feel very uncomfortable.

However, noticing that this monster creature wasn't hostile towards her, she simply calmed her mind, brewed a pot of tea and offered it to the butterfly shadow.

"Have some, it's top-quality Longjing tea, if you can understand me."

"Thank you."

The butterfly shadow suddenly spoke, with a gentle and courteous male voice, like that of a noble gentleman brought up under the tutelage of knowledge, grown in a family of literary heritage.

"So you can talk."

He crossed his legs, bringing the teacup to the butterfly's head, gently lifting the cup, Xu Xiaoyou noticed the tea level within gradually lowering, almost as if vanishing into thin air.

She thought, perhaps that massive butterfly wing was simply a means for this monster creature to conceal its true face.

Then, she saw that monster creature rise, inspecting the decor of the office while nodding.

Arriving in front of the corner's cedar bookshelf, the butterfly shadow opened the glass showcase, taking out a copy of the "Encyclopedia of Monster Creatures" with the book's spine showing signs of wear, returning to the sofa, crossing its legs, flipping open the yellowed, coarse pages and delving into the explanations of numerous monster creatures inside with interest.

Xu Xiaoyou didn't interrupt the other but waited quietly as time ticked by.

The office was immensely quiet, with only the ticking of the mechanical clock, the rustle of turning pages, and the fluttering of the immense butterfly wings.

More than an hour passed in a flash, as the three hands on the clock simultaneously pointed to 'Ⅻ', she watched the figure rise, tidying his attire, offering her a slight nod of acknowledgment, then walked toward the wall. His silhouette became increasingly phantom-like, finally becoming entirely fused with the wall, disappearing from her view.

She stepped forward, opening the book left by the butterfly shadow on the table, discovering that a bookmark was left on one of the pages.

[Monster Creature: Artist.]

[Monster Talk Level: Harm Level.]

[Sighting Report: Once appeared in Nest City's 'Fars Religious Kingdom', described as a being with the figure of an adult female, clad in a luxurious conductor's uniform, possessing three arms, once painted an entire village of people into artworks, and orchestrated the arriving Church Court Forbidden Guards into musical notes, completing an impromptu creation.]

[Listen, the lamentations of people so melodic, the most stirring chords in this world. Look, the suffering of people so beautiful, the most captivating hues in this world.]

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