Lannister was silent for a few seconds before sighing, "That sounds very reasonable, the black glutton can devour pollution... he really is a genius, I am not his match."
The medical staff laughed and said, "Lord Rod is humanity’s rising star, and he will surely become the hero of mankind in the future, truly extraordinary."
"But he is still the hero of Troli for now," he added.
Lannister’s tone suddenly took on an unusually snide air.
"The gap between the two is not so easily crossed, who knows how he will meet with a tragic death in the future... All right, he needs to rest now, all of you leave, and no one is permitted to disturb him."
After everyone had left, the medical room fell into absolute silence.
Time passed unknowingly when a soft noise was heard, the door was pushed open.
A figure entered quietly.
He carefully closed the door and stealthily walked to Rod’s side.
He was sleeping soundly, his mighty spiritual energy fluctuating with his breath.
He was recovering quickly, his soul was generating spiritual energy from the void, a phenomenon not present in ordinary people during this process.
The apparent "spiritual energy breathing" indicated that he was infinitely close to Ninth Level Spiritual Power, on the verge of crossing that chasm, and becoming yet another powerful Trolian.
"Haha, if you were allowed to grow, there might indeed be some problems," the dark silhouette muttered to itself.
With a flick of the wrist, a gleaming knife plunged down like lightning.
"Die, future hero of mankind, let the darkness live forever!"
His wrist halted mid-air as if it had hit an invisible barrier.
He tried several times with force, but was unable to pierce any further.
"What, what is this?" he exclaimed in frustration.
Struggling desperately, his wrist seemed shackled by the air, and he couldn’t free himself.
Suddenly, an idea struck him, he flicked his fingers and the knife flew toward Rod’s throat.
But the air still solidified around the blade.
The attacker came to a sudden realization and turned to look to the side.
Lannister leapt down from the shadows at the corner of the ceiling.
he said indifferently.
"Stop struggling, the air has already shackled you."
The attacker’s eyes turned red with rage, "How did you know I would come?"
Lannister calmly stated, "Core information about Rod is highly classified, known only to a few, how could a medic know something that even I am unaware of."
He flicked his finger, and with a light click,
the room lit up with fire, revealing the attacker’s face.
It was the medical staff from before.
He fell silent, his eyes fixated on Lannister.
"So you deliberately said those hostile words to lure me into your trap, did you?"
"I just wanted to try,"
Lannister said, his tone unflappable.
"I didn’t expect you to be so foolish as to fall for it so easily."
the assailant laughed at himself sarcastically.
"I was so stupid, thinking I could frame you, and the other medics would be my witnesses, haha, it turns out that the wisdom of Wood City’s people isn’t just a false rumour."
Lannister said flatly, "If you choose to confess now, tell us how you infiltrated the medical team, perhaps you can save your life."
The attacker was silent for a few seconds and spoke in a low tone, "I can confess, but I want to ask you a question first."
"How did you know that certain matters about Rod were classified?"
"Because I checked, even with my status as a member of the Hall, some information was not revealed to me,"
Lannister said, pushing his glasses up, his tone as calm as ever.
"Are you very concerned about him?"
"No, only after meeting Cilly... No man can be indifferent to that point,"
the assailant laughed bitterly, "I’ve hidden for so long, yet to think, in the end, to stumble over human love; perhaps the eternal Dark Epoch is just a hoax, mankind might not be without hope, Lord Asa’s plan might not be absolutely foolproof."
"All right... I’ll tell you,"
his mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Lannister snapped back to reality, shouting quickly, "Don’t talk! Don’t even think! There’s a curse..."
But it was too late, his head began to twist and deform, blood and bone fragments spurted out, his face twisted into a terrifying spectacle.
With a loud bang, his head exploded into fragments, brain and blood splattering everywhere.
The headless corpse fell to the ground, and a twisted spirit flew out.
"Heh, ignorant and lowly resister,"
a sharp and distorted voice came from it.
"Your efforts are destined to be in vain, everyone will die, no exceptions, the dark era will eventually come."
Lannister frowned, silently energizing his Spiritual Energy to protect his whole body.
"Are you the leader of the Doomsday Cult, Asa?"
A piercing laugh came from the distorted spirit as it suddenly lunged at Lannister, but the preemptively raised Spiritual Power Barrier blocked its assault.
"As expected of you,"
the spirit still laughed.
"The wise man of Wood City, but it’s no use; foolish humans, you are already in grave danger..."
Lannister said flatly, "Is that so? But I’ve heard you had a big defeat at Star Town, the monster you summoned was wiped out, your hidden agents were exposed, and even your Polluter Sect’s stronghold was found by the Judgers. I wonder how many of those sewer rats are left now."
The twisted spirit was instantly enraged, suddenly swelling and turning a blood-red color.