Then, Let Them Offer Their Loyalty!

Chapter 1: Crisis Sense

Then, Let Them Offer Their Loyalty!

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Transmigrated into a world of chaos and bizarre artifacts, Qiu Tu discovers that he has slept with a powerful figure's mistress...

Since he's been caught, why not go with the flow?

Strengthening his abilities, building his influence, and recruiting beautiful and powerful subordinates, he steadily climbs to the top of this world!

Catastrophe abilities and bizarre artifacts include: a yellow stone that can erase his impression from others' minds; a mirror that allows him to freely adjust his appearance and copy others' looks and voices; a beast's head that can summon a storm with a kiss; a piggy bank that stores emotions; and a reversal potion that increases affection when used to hit people, among others...

Chapter 1 Crisis Sense

White, yellowing curtains, moldy walls, a small, dim room. The scent of a woman's perfume mixed with the blooming osmanthus flowers.

"Drip, drip."

Accompanied by the dripping sound of the old bathroom faucet, Qiu Tu slowly woke up. He opened his tired eyes, shook his dizzy, aching head, and took in his surroundings.

The room, only seven square meters, was cluttered with various items. Amidst the clutter was a dilapidated wooden bed. A woman with a curvaceous figure and snow-white skin was sleeping naked on the bed.

As he looked at the woman, her identity automatically surfaced in Qiu Tu's mind. She was the mistress of Yan Chen, the Director of the New Realm City Investigation Department. And he...

Qiu Tu shook his aching head again.

He was Yan Chen's trusted aide, a mid-level agent in the New Realm City Investigation Department. His main task was to protect this mistress's safety.

Qiu Tu abruptly raised his head and looked at his own equally naked body, his face full of shock.

Wait a minute.

Wasn't he explosing a company? How did he become an agent? Did he transmigrate?

Half an hour later.

In the bathroom, standing in front of the dirty sink, with water splashed on his face, Qiu Tu looked at his face in the cracked mirror and roughly figured out the situation.

He had indeed traveled through time. He had come to this chaotic and bloody world. A sudden catastrophe had destroyed most countries, mutated species, abandoned cities, and caused food shortages. Civilization had disappeared, replaced by endless chaos, the law of the jungle, and natural selection.

Decades of chaos followed the catastrophe before civilization began to reemerge. With the collaboration of several powerful individuals, humanity gradually established eight shelters, slowly restoring the pre-catastrophe order and giving people new hope.

Unfortunately, New Realm City, where Qiu Tu was, was not one of the eight shelters but a planning area. It was a region between the shelters and the disaster zones, awaiting reconstruction.

Here, there were no perfect laws or strict rules to follow, only the basic principle of survival of the fittest. Although the major shelters assigned mid-to-high-level managers to these areas to maintain order, they only required these areas not to fall into major chaos, ignoring other aspects.

This led to each high-level manager becoming the de facto rulers of their respective planning areas, wielding absolute power over life and death.

Yan Chen, Qiu Tu's superior, was one of the three major figures in New Realm City, wielding all the power of the city's Investigation Department. And Qiu Tu himself was Yan Chen's lackey, a mid-level agent in New Realm City, responsible for doing Yan Chen's dirty work, such as killing, collecting taxes, and... protecting his mistress.

Well, that protection had extended to the bed.

Wiping his face, Qiu Tu recalled the last memories of his predecessor. In his memory, the predecessor had a vigorous battle with Yan Chen's mistress and then fell asleep, only to suddenly feel his heart tighten and ache. He woke up with tinnitus and dizziness, his strength waning until his consciousness completely faded. This was when Qiu Tu took over his identity.

"Was it a sudden illness?"

Recalling his predecessor's death, Qiu Tu felt a bit puzzled. But he didn't dwell on it. After all, sleeping with the mistress of the city's Investigation Department Director meant an early or late death wasn't much different.

In an era where countless people died every day, offending such a big shot, being thrown into a sack and dumped in a sewer the next day was considered lucky. If the big shot held a grudge or was a psychopath, being tortured for a lifetime after being crippled was very normal.

"A bit exciting, huh?"

Thinking this, Qiu Tu looked up at the culprit of all this—his handsome face in the mirror, and suddenly smiled brightly.

"However, it's already much better than my previous life."

In his previous life, Qiu Tu was tricked by a friend and sold to northern Myanmar, where he was beaten and insulted daily. He didn't dare close his eyes at night for fear of being buried alive or having his organs harvested the next day.

In such an environment, he turned his mind and actively "joined" the scam group, becoming a minion. Deceiving, chopping, and killing people, he gradually climbed to the top, then blew up the entire group along with the boss during a celebration banquet.

Recalling the last years of his previous life, from being tricked into northern Myanmar, he had only one way out—death. Compliance meant death, resistance meant death, collusion meant death, and lonely revenge also meant death.

But now, though dangerous, there was at least a chance of survival. From the predecessor's memory, it seemed Yan Chen still trusted him.

As long as Qiu Tu didn't expose himself, he shouldn't be in immediate danger, right?

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, "Buzz, buzz." The sound of the communicator vibrating echoed in the small bathroom. Hearing the vibration, Qiu Tu looked at the old communicator with physical buttons on the sink.

The low-resolution yellow-green screen of the communicator displayed three words: Director Yan.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally, seeing the name still made Qiu Tu's heart race. He took a deep breath, suppressed his surprise, and reminded himself to stay calm. The director didn't know anything, and as long as he remained calm, there shouldn't be a problem.

However, just as he was thinking this, his vision suddenly flickered.

The next second, lines of prompts appeared before his eyes.

[Crisis Sense Triggered! Generating Crisis Report!]

[Your superior, Director Yan of the New Realm City Investigation Department, is contacting you.]

[He is suspicious and ruthless.]

[Before contacting you, he has already spoken with other confidants, knowing you and his mistress, Qin Shuman, deliberately sent others away and spent 4.5 hours alone, yet to return.]

[Qin Shuman's maid also secretly informed him that you and Qin Shuman have been flirting recently.]

[Now he is very angry and has begun to doubt your loyalty.]

[But the cunning director does not intend to alert you but plans to test you.]

[You have only two minutes.]

[If you do not regain his trust within two minutes, tomorrow, your and Qin Shuman's bodies will appear in the sewers of New Realm City. With his power, you can't escape.]

[Now, the two-minute countdown begins.]

As the prompt ended, a sandglass-shaped countdown icon slowly appeared in the upper left corner of his vision.

Qiu Tu: ???

Author's Note

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