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I followed Wei Zhong through the gradually quieting hall, making our way down a dark corridor deep within the base. The sound of our footsteps echoed in the empty passage, strikingly clear.
I knew that the absurd awards ceremony we had just attended was merely an appetizer; the real show often unfolded under the cover of night.
At the end of the corridor, a heavy iron door swung open, revealing a simple yet tidy conference room.
The air was thick with a sharp mix of disinfectant and tobacco.
Around the round table in the conference room sat several figures, all core members of the base.
Wei Zhong closed the door with a dull thud, as if sealing off all the noise from outside.
“Have a seat, Wei Na,” he said, gesturing to an empty spot. His voice was deep, tinged with a hint of fatigue that was barely perceptible.
I pulled out a chair and sat down, my gaze sweeping over everyone present.
There were several key members from the Flame Mercenary Group, their faces etched with wariness and exhaustion; alongside them were representatives from the base responsible for logistics and defense, most wearing grave expressions.
“Information Point 1: Wei Na received intelligence from a mysterious girl through technical means, mentioning that an abandoned laboratory holds key data about the truth behind the Soul Devouring Virus.”
At that moment, I felt a slight vibration on my wrist.
Looking down, I saw a message from the mysterious girl, consisting of just a brief line: “Abandoned laboratory, Soul Devouring Virus truth, coordinates sent.”
My heart raced.
This information had arrived just in time, like a sudden light illuminating the darkness.
“Information Point 2: During the round table meeting, Wei Na shared this information with her teammates, sparking suspicion and tension among them, as some members questioned the reliability of the source.”
I lifted my head and scanned the room full of people.
"Everyone, I have a piece of news that might change all our fates." I got straight to the point without beating around the bush.
As soon as I finished speaking, the atmosphere in the conference room froze instantly.
All eyes were on me, filled with wariness, skepticism, and even a hint of impatience.
"What news? Wei Na, stop being cryptic," a burly man from the Flame Mercenary Group grumbled, clearly uninterested in my "humorous talent."
Ignoring his attitude, I brought up the coordinates and information sent by the mysterious girl and projected it onto the makeshift holographic screen in the center of the room.
"This is an abandoned laboratory. According to the latest intel, it hides crucial information about the truth behind the 'Soul Devouring' virus." I pointed at the blurry map and several marked points on the screen. "This intel was obtained through a… special channel."
I deliberately obscured the source of the information, knowing full well that mentioning the mysterious girl would only invite more unnecessary suspicion.
Sure enough, the information on the screen immediately stirred up unrest.
"An abandoned laboratory? Is this intel reliable?" a representative from the survivors asked with a frown, his tone laced with distrust.
"Yeah, who knows if it's a trap set by the Dark Council?" another member of the Flame Mercenary Corps chimed in, his hand instinctively resting on the grip of his gun at his waist.
The atmosphere in the conference room became tense, thick with doubt and mistrust.
Everyone was like startled birds, ready to jump at any sudden movement.
"I believe this intel," Wei Zhong suddenly spoke up. His voice was low but carried an undeniable authority.
Everyone's gaze turned to him once again, their faces filled with shock.
Wei Zhong scanned the crowd and said in a deep voice, "In this Battle of Wits, the reason we achieved an unexpected victory is that Wei Na anticipated the zombies' attack patterns in advance, and..."
He paused, seemingly weighing his words, ultimately opting for a vague expression: "...he demonstrated a certain... unique perception ability regarding the virus and the zombies."
His words made the conference room even quieter.
Everyone looked at me curiously, their eyes filled with inquiry and a hint of... fear.
"Information Point 3: Wei Na's newly evolved ability was showcased for the first time during the meeting, drawing the attention of teammates and instantly changing the atmosphere, intertwining worry and anticipation."
I remained silent, quietly feeling the surge of new life force within me.
During the awards ceremony, I had deliberately suppressed the changes brought about by my "Soul-Eating Immunity Evolution" ability.
But in the recent "Laugh Out Loud Defense Battle," I had devoured a large number of mutated zombies, and my abilities had evolved once again.
I could clearly sense that my nerve reflex speed, strength, and even my perception of the surrounding environment had significantly improved.
My eyes could even catch sight of those nearly invisible virus particles in the air.
Slowly, I raised my hand with my palm facing up.
A faint green light began to gather in my hand.
The glow grew brighter until it formed a green orb about the size of a thumb, pulsating in my palm and emanating a wave of energy that was both exhilarating and unsettling.
After I devoured the "Light Sensitivity" zombie, I unexpectedly gained a new ability—"Light Energy Sensory."
This ability allows me to perceive subtle changes in light within my environment, and even… to condense and release light energy.
Though this power may seem trivial, in the dark apocalypse, it might serve unexpected purposes.
In the conference room, everyone stared in shock at the glowing orb in my palm.
Their faces were filled with fear, confusion, and… a hint of barely concealed greed.
"What… what is this?!" a member of the Flame Mercenary Corps exclaimed, his voice trembling.
"My… new ability," I replied calmly, slowly retracting the orb of light.
The green glow faded, plunging the conference room back into darkness, but everyone’s gaze towards me was filled with complexity.
There was concern that my power might spiral out of control; there was also hope that I could use this ability to bring them more chances of survival.
"Information Point 4: Zhong Dali diffused the tension within the team with his simple demeanor, while also hinting that his straightforward actions masked his misunderstanding of the serious situation."
Just at that tense moment, the door to the conference room was suddenly flung open.
Zhong Dali, that big oaf with his messy hair and sleepy eyes, walked in.
"Wow! Wei Ge! You guys are having a meeting? Why didn’t you call me?" he said innocently while scratching his head.
It was clear he had been awakened by the earlier commotion.
The tense atmosphere in the conference room was instantly shattered by Zhong Dali's sudden, clumsy behavior.
Several members of the Flame Mercenary Corps couldn't help but laugh.
Wei Zhong shook his head helplessly.
I looked at Zhong Dali's bewildered expression, but deep down, I understood that while his presence had eased the immediate awkwardness, it also hinted at his superficial grasp of the current situation.
He had no idea that we were discussing matters of life and death that concerned everyone.
“Zhong Dali, you should sit over there for now,” I said, my tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.
“Information Point 5: The assassination squad of the Dark Council is quietly approaching the base. Wei Na’s instincts compelled him to take action early and send out a warning signal.”
At that moment, I suddenly felt a pang of anxiety.
It was… a cold sensation of being watched.
My Light Energy Sensory ability, while unable to directly probe living beings, could detect those nearly invisible energy fluctuations in the air.
And now, I sensed a chilling and malevolent energy wave stealthily closing in on the base.
It was the assassination squad of the Dark Council!
My instincts told me they were coming, and faster than I had anticipated.
I sprang to my feet, my expression changing drastically.
"Not good! They're coming!" I shouted, my voice tinged with urgency.
Everyone was startled by my sudden outburst.
"Who is coming? Wei Na, what are you talking about?!" Wei Zhong asked, frowning.
I didn't have time to explain.
I rushed to the window of the conference room and yanked the curtains open.
The night was deep, and outside the base lay a blanket of darkness.
But I could sense it—the wave of malevolent energy was rapidly approaching.
I raised my hand, once again gathering a green orb of light in my palm.
This time, I didn’t let the orb pulse in my hand; instead, I hurled it into the air with force.
The green orb shattered through the conference room's glass, exploding in the night sky and creating a blinding flash of green light.
That was… my warning signal.
"Information Point 6: Ultimately, whether Wei Na can convince her teammates to believe in the authenticity of the intelligence and collectively head to the laboratory to uncover the truth behind the 'Soul Devouring' virus will determine success or failure."
"What is that?!" The people in the conference room exclaimed in surprise.
Wei Zhong's expression grew serious as he looked at the green flash in the night sky.
“Wei Na, what do you really know?!” he asked in a low voice.
I turned around, my gaze sweeping over everyone present.
Their faces were etched with shock, confusion, and a hint of… fear.
“Now is not the time for explanations,” my voice became unusually firm. “The assassination squad from the Dark Council has already reached the perimeter of the base. They are coming for us, coming for… the virus information!”
My words plunged the meeting room into silence once more.
Everyone knew the brutality and power of the Dark Council; once they set their sights on someone, almost no one could escape.
“Now, we have two choices,” I said solemnly. “First, believe me and come with me to that abandoned laboratory to uncover the truth behind the ‘Soul Devouring’ virus and find a way to fight back against them.”
I paused, my gaze sweeping over the crowd again, my eyes filled with an undeniable determination.
“Second… is to stay here and wait to be slaughtered by the Dark Council.”
The meeting room was utterly silent.
No one spoke, but the expressions on their faces told me they were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
Should they trust someone who had suddenly gained strange abilities and acted in an absurd manner? Or should they choose to sit idly by in this besieged base?
The gears of fate began to turn.
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