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Zhang Yinlin did not believe that Yelai could quickly improve his Rank. Yelai smiled and chose not to explain; actions would speak louder than words.
The next day, at the Numbered Protection Zone, at the Transmission Altar, as usual, the Altar Security personnel were directing the orderly queue for the teleportation ritual. Suddenly, while managing the crowd, one of the Security personnel noticed a commotion at the back.
He turned to see what was happening and instinctively shouted, "Everyone quiet down!" But before he could finish his sentence, not only he but also the other Security personnel present widened their eyes in surprise. The crowd was parting on its own, creating a path for someone to walk through.
As he focused, he recognized the figure making its way forward—Yelai. He was leading five Huskies and pulling a suitcase behind him as he approached the Numbered Protection Zone.
Yelai took out Uncle Zhou's Defense Team identity card and handed it to the Security personnel, who were not required to queue and could pass through with priority. Those in the Safe Zone wanting to reach the Frontline Protection Zone could not proceed directly and had to first go to a higher-ranked Safe Zone for transfer.
"Alright," the Security personnel said cautiously as they accepted the identity card and quickly ran off to discuss with those operating the Transmission Altar.
Yelai observed this exchange. In fact, while they recognized him, he also recognized them; it was these same Security personnel who had advised him against seeking out Luo Zhenxue when he had returned from his revival.
He glanced at another Security personnel nearby, who smiled apologetically and nodded at him. This was the authority of a Sequencer.
No matter what identity one had before, as long as they were a Sequencer, especially a High-Ranking Sequencer, their status would soar to the heavens, and no one would dare to look down upon or mock them; instead, there would be awe and silence.
Yelai shook his head, not intending to cause trouble for them. As the Transmission Altar activated, he took Husky by the hand and pulled his suitcase, stepping into the portal.
Whoosh!
As the scene before him blurred and scattered, he emerged from the Teleportation vortex at the altar. The landscape changed for Yelai; he had arrived at the Numbered Protection Zone. However, before he could appreciate the sights of the double-digit Safe Zone or compare it with the lower-numbered Safe Zones, the sound of an Air Raid Siren echoed around him.
He was drawn in by the commotion. Surrounding him were crowds of people rushing about and Security personnel shouting instructions.
"Sir, where are you taking that child? This way to the shelter!"
"Everyone, please don’t push! Be rational and let the elderly and children go first."
"We still have time; please remain calm. The Defense Team is already on site, but just in case, everyone should head to the shelter."
"Hey!! What are you pushing for? Move aside! I need to get to the shelter!"
"My wife is pregnant; let her through first!"
In stark contrast to the orderly queue at the Numbered Protection Zone's Transmission Altar, chaos reigned here. If it weren't for the Security personnel desperately trying to maintain order, things would have been even more chaotic.
The sounds of crying children, loud arguments, and the blaring Air Raid Siren filled the air as people evacuated. Yelai observed this series of scenes; even without asking, he understood the situation clearly.
There was a large-scale Anomalous Entity invasion in the Numbered Protection Zone.
At that moment, Yelai felt as if he had been transported back three years in time. It was during that time when the Numbered Protection Zone faced an invasion by Anomalous Entities, resulting in many casualties, including his own death at their hands.
Just as Yelai pondered whether he was simply unlucky...
"Sir, please follow us."
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