69: The Mumen clan of the monster clan

“Do you know you can turn into a monster?”

“Yes.”

“When did you gain this power, and how?”

As White Feather questioned him,

Wang Yixuan began to recount the story buried deep in his memory, one he had always been unwilling to recall.

When he was 26, 25 years ago, he met a Mysterious Person who could converse with monsters.

The grotesque monster knelt on the ground, carefully listening to the words of that Mysterious Person.

And he, having witnessed all of this, had only two choices.

Either die, or become the other party's servant.

“So what did you choose then? To become his servant?”

White Feather asked.

Unexpectedly, after she asked, Wang Yixuan clutched his head in terror.

“How could I choose? I was so scared I couldn't speak at all, prostrating myself on the ground, my bladder and bowels losing control.”

“I fainted directly, I didn't make any choice at all.”

“And when I woke up, I wasn't dead; instead, I gained the ability to transform into a monster.”

“That person was just a demon in human skin.”

“Those eyes, they were definitely not human eyes; they were the eyes of a demon!”

Even after 25 years, as Wang Yixuan recalled that scene and the gaze of that Mysterious Person, he still trembled.

Now that he thought about it, the reason he didn't make a choice back then and still survived was probably because of his disheveled, terrified, and ugly appearance as he prostrated himself on the ground.

He had already given his answer.

It was just that he had always been unwilling to admit this, unwilling to admit that the disheveled person prostrating on the ground back then was himself.

He even chose to forget that memory himself.

And as he thrived, his status grew higher and higher.

As if manipulated by some mysterious great hand, he climbed to a high position smoothly.

The more he refused to admit that the person who was so terrified he prostrated himself on the ground was himself.

So he hypnotized himself into believing he was special, that he was the Son of Destiny, that he was the protagonist of this world.

Everything in this world revolved around him.

He even realized that someone was quietly pushing him along this path.

But he still refused to believe it.

“You are merely toiling in vain.”

“Humans are also merely toiling in vain.”

“You haven't truly witnessed the power of that race, that's why you dare to act like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!”

“Even this world, the will of this planet, has submitted to the great power of that race!”

“Resisting the power of that race is meaningless.”

“Becoming a servant is humanity's only choice!”

The more Wang Yixuan spoke, the more frenzied he became, the shackles on his wrists rattling loudly.

He pointed a finger at Jia Gu Yi Yan.

“Armored Warrior!”

“As soon as your true identity is exposed, you'll be a corpse by the roadside in less than twenty-four hours!”

“In front of the power of that race, you're not even an ant!”

The detention room was silent, no one spoke.

Only White Feather held her pen, rapidly scribbling notes, then she looked up.

“Keep talking, say more.”

“...?”

Wang Yixuan looked at White Feather's indifferent expression, his own still hysterical, and for a moment, he didn't know how to continue speaking.

“...Did you understand what I said?”

“Not everyone is as intellectually challenged as you, struggling to comprehend others' language.”

“Though it may be cruel, please objectively consider the intellectual differences between individuals.”

White Feather said, while adding to her notes.

“If this is all the information you have, then you don't even have as much information as the Monster Countermeasures Squad.”

White Feather finished reading her notes, then looked up, directly at Wang Yixuan.

“The Monster Countermeasures Squad has been secretly investigating and fighting monsters for countless years.”

“From over a thousand years ago, the Bizarre Monster Investigation Department, which only served the imperial family, continuously developed.”

“It was almost completely annihilated by monsters several times in between, yet it stubbornly persisted.”

“Thus transforming into the Monster Countermeasures Division over 50 years ago.”

“And the Monster Countermeasures Division has been continuously infiltrated by monsters over the years, so we could only gather our core strength and personnel to establish the covert Monster Countermeasures Squad.”

“To continue our secret activities.”

This is the history of the Monster Countermeasures Squad, and even the monsters didn't pay them any mind.

The reason they have continued for over a thousand years without being cut off or destroyed is because humans are absolutely unwilling to be enslaved; once they realize they are enslaved and that the sky above them is false, there will be people willing to resist, gathering together on their own.

“We are not the ignorant mantises you think we are, trying to stop a chariot.”

“We know better than anyone the strength of monsters, and better than anyone the reality of humanity's enslavement.”

“We are the ones who recognized all of this, and then resisted.”

“Do not judge us with your narrow-minded perspective.”

“For us, this is the most hopeful opportunity in over a thousand years to see human freedom and to see monsters eradicated.”

“This is a moment of unprecedented change in over a thousand years.”

After White Feather finished speaking, she picked up her pen again, looking at the dazed Wang Yixuan in front of her.

“What does that Mysterious Person you mentioned look like? Does he have a name?”

As White Feather asked, Wang Yixuan uncontrollably began to answer.

The drug made him uncontrollably want to reveal what was hidden in his heart.

However…

Fear.

Immense fear!

It had been 25 years; that memory, those eyes, he clearly couldn't remember them, they had clearly faded, buried deep in his memory.

Yet now they reappeared with terrifying clarity in his mind, staring at him.

His breathing became rapid, his lips involuntarily parted and closed, uttering words.

However, with each word he spoke, those eyes in his mind became clearer.

The fear they brought him became more intense.

“That person wore… a green and silver… ring…”

Wang Yixuan spoke intermittently.

All three noticed Wang Yixuan's abnormality. Jia Gu Yi Yan quickly stepped forward, extending his hand to shield White Feather.

But White Feather merely glanced, then continued to record.

“Appearance… I can't… recall… I can't see it clearly.”

Wang Yixuan gasped for air, and sweat began to profusely seep from his entire body.

The hair on his forehead was already wet, sticking to his head strand by strand.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, flowing over his wide, saucer-like eyes, across the whites, the iris, the pupil.

Then they flowed out from his lower eyelashes and rolled into his mouth.

“His name… is…”

“Mu…”

“Mu Men…”

At this moment, his body was drenched, as if it had shrunk by half, and his skin began to wrinkle due to rapid dehydration.

“Mu Men…”

Wang Yixuan suddenly stopped moving, completely still.

He was scared to death.

But Jia Gu Yi Yan felt a sharp pain in his head, a name appeared in his mind, and he involuntarily spoke it out.

“Mu Men De Pei.”