But these things could not be said directly, so he changed to a relatively safe topic.
"Right, the one who reported me… who was it?"
The man paused, glanced at him, then suddenly gave a thumbs-up.
"No wonder you were personally brought in by the Left Envoy. Awesome."
Wang Yanfei was silent.
Seeing his calm expression, the man finally explained seriously.
"Him? Same as your original identity, also a P3 work ant."
He paused for half a second, then asked,
"Brother, should we develop him into a believer? I think he's sharp, maybe he could…"
Wang Yanfei shook his head. "That person… is an unstable factor."
He paused, afraid the man might not accept it, and added,
"In a place like this, being clever and nosy means something. You know that."
The man froze for a second, then his eyes lit up.
"Ah! You're the sharp one."
He slapped his own forehead.
"You see? This is what I mean. I didn't even react but you already thought of it."
The more he talked, the more reliable he found Wang Yanfei.
Wang Yanfei had no idea what kind of scenario the man had imagined.
But he himself was very clear—no matter what goal that person had when reporting him, he could not be allowed to remain.
In his current situation, even the slightest mistake could shatter him to pieces.
If the person who reported him saw him still alive, he might continue reporting upward.
After all, the higher-ups would not always take his side.
This time was luck.
What about next time?
What if his "identity" was truly exposed?
So the loose end had to be removed permanently.
Wang Yanfei slowly lifted his head, his voice calm.
"Since he is meddlesome, then let him stay quiet forever… all for the sake of the Restart Society."
The man immediately straightened his back and nodded heavily.
"Right. Keeping someone like that around will cause trouble sooner or later."
"I'll have someone handle it right away. Don't worry, leave it to me."
Unknowingly, Wang Yanfei had already taken control of the conversation.
Seeing the man's obedient attitude, he felt the timing was right and continued naturally.
"Brother, I'm planning to try developing a few people. But you know… there's some risk in that."
"Do you have anything useful here?"
The man narrowed his eyes.
"Developing believers, huh…"
He reached under the desk, rummaged for a moment, and dragged out a small box with a clatter.
He flipped it open with a snap.
Inside lay a silver compact handgun.
The gun's lines were sleek, its surface made of some special metal, with a thin red crystal embedded at the center. The overall shape looked somewhat like… a water gun.
The man placed the gun on the desk, sounding proud.
"My latest masterpiece, Bullet Ant. Half an energy weapon."
He took out the red crystal and handed it to Wang Yanfei.
"Thirty rounds inside. The red crystal is the energy starter. Once used up, that's it. You won't find this on the market, so use it sparingly."
Wang Yanfei nodded and weighed the gun in his hand.
The grip fit perfectly, the weight was shockingly light, giving off a faint illusion that it was impossible to miss a shot.
And the man had no fear he might suddenly shoot, acting as if they had been brothers since childhood.
At that moment, the man glanced at his wrist device, and his expression changed.
"Crap… time's up."
He hurriedly shoved a stack of documents across the desk and into Wang Yanfei's arms.
Lowering his voice, speaking fast:
"Brother, don't forget! This has to be delivered to the Left Envoy! Don't mess up at tomorrow's Restart Ceremony! And remember to speak well of me!"
He didn't even give Wang Yanfei time to react. He sprang up and practically shooed him toward the door.
"Brother, see you tomorrow!"
Then—bang.
The door shut behind him, leaving the man's slightly panicked face sealed inside.
Wang Yanfei lowered his head, staring at the sealed documents in his arms, feeling a headache coming on.
How was he supposed to bring this home?
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Late at night.
After carrying the sleeping Jessica back to her room and carefully pulling the blanket over her, Wang Yanfei returned to his own bedroom.
The moment the door closed, the first thing he did was peel off the skin.
The layer of "skin" came off with countless thin filament-like strands stretching and snapping, as if it were reluctant to leave.
The white snake, Alvina Zelgarcia, crawled out from his collar and dropped onto the bed, eyeing his blotchy red-and-white skin.
"Ugh," it shook its head with extreme disgust, "so ugly."
Wang Yanfei was silent.
"You saw it too." He tossed the skin aside. "Any thoughts?"
Alvina coiled herself up, posing like some high-ranking official.
"No idea. But…"
She lifted her upper body, adopting a posture she clearly believed looked dignified.
"I, Alvina, current Left Envoy of the Restart Society, order you—open that file."
Suppressing a laugh, Wang Yanfei shook his head. "Alright, alright, Left Envoy, sit tight. I'll open it for you."
He broke the seal.
Inside was not the secret he expected, but a stack of experiment reports.
He casually flipped open the first page, skimmed it, and his expression slowly solidified.
"Further Observation on the Resurrection Mechanism of 'Skins'"
Any human who puts on a "skin" will have their body completely decay within three to seven minutes.
The skin will take over the physical structure and "revive" using it as a base.
Consciousness will be preserved or overwritten depending on the skin's configuration.
The room fell into brief silence.
Alvina leaned over and glanced, but said nothing.
Wang Yanfei stared at the line "decay within minutes" for a long while before muttering,
"…I wore it for so long and only got a bit sticky?"
Alvina looked up. "Means you're special."
He closed the folder slightly, frowning.
"Why did that guy want to give this to the Left Envoy? What was he trying to say? An experiment? A submission? Or…"
He didn't finish, but the possibilities were already connecting in his mind.
Restart Society—skins—resurrection—the tower.
A line was forming.
Alvina spoke before he could.
"Looks like this Restart Society… is probably a 'skin organization'?"
Wang Yanfei looked at her, surprised.
"Didn't expect you to think the same."
Alvina continued,
"So their so-called 'initiation ritual'… is actually turning people into skins?"
"Mm." He closed the file.
"Using humans as vessels to propagate their kind. Restart… probably means restarting this entire city."
"What's the point of that?" Alvina looked puzzled.
"Who knows. Every organization has its own ideals. Same as people."
Alvina blinked her golden eyes and tilted her head.
"So that means… they're the bad guys? And the tower is the good side?"
Wang Yanfei couldn't help but laugh.
"There's no such clear thing as good and evil."
"It's just different positions."
"Oh…" Alvina nodded thoughtfully, though it was obvious she didn't fully understand.