Chapter 18: Another Wen Li

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Wen Li: "Because of me? Please, I’m just a disabled guide."

Ban covered Wen Li’s chattering mouth.

“You mustn’t speak of yourself like that, Miss.”

Ban’s voice was steady yet gentle, his gaze full of concern and tenderness as he looked at Wen Li.

Ban: “I know the secret you carry.”

Curious about how Ban knew so much, Wen Li asked, “I won’t say that Angus knows my secret, but Ban, how do you know it?”

Feigning anger, she widened her eyes slightly: “Hmm? Tell me! How did you find out?”

She reached out and tugged at the sentry’s cheek.

Ban, with a resigned expression, begged: “I was wrong, Miss, but I won’t tell you.”

Wen Li shook him left and right with increased force: “Alright, you dare to keep it from me!”

They giggled together for a while until the computer’s prompt sound interrupted them.

Wen Li opened the message and found it was from Angus.

Like a wilted flower, she showed the message to Ban.

“I have to leave again, Ban. I still want to hear you tell stories.”

Ban, truly embodying the spirit of a border collie, possessed a wide range of knowledge and could share little anecdotes about various regions and cultures.

Returning to the familiar office, Wen Li often feared she might be sleepwalking here.

Pushing the door open, she asked crisply, “What does the leader want with me?”

Today, the sun rose in the west—Angus wasn’t here?

If he’s not here, why is he looking for me? Really!

Wen Li waited idly for the leader’s return, her gaze casually sweeping the cupboard where a corner of a photo peeked out.

Turning slightly, she glimpsed two people through the gap between the books.

In the photo, a young Angus stood in a sharp military uniform, with dark green short hair, holding a military cap with white gloves, standing at attention looking into the camera.

His face still bore that cool, distant expression, but Wen Li could tell he was truly happy at that moment.

Next to him, a little boy mischievously tugged at Angus’s pants with one hand while trying to hook the military cap with the other.

The boy’s puffed-up, angry expression was utterly adorable.

The image froze at that moment.

Wen Li guessed he must be Angus’s younger brother.

No wonder he was so happy; this photo alone felt warm and tender.

“What are you looking at, Wen Li?”

A cool voice echoed softly.

Startled from her thoughts by the sudden voice, Wen Li shivered.

Turning around, she saw Angus standing at the door, watching her.

Feeling caught like a naughty child, Wen Li glanced left and right but avoided looking directly at Angus.

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Fortunately, Angus only glanced at the photo behind the book and let Wen Li go.

“Let’s go for the test.”

Wen Li lowered her head and followed silently; the atmosphere was awkward, both keeping quiet.

Taking the elevator to the eighth floor, they arrived at the guides’ medical room.

Inside, various advanced instruments glowed faintly.

A guide in a white robe approached, wearing a gentle smile.

“Please have a seat,” the guide’s voice was soft and steady.

Wen Li complied, sitting down while nervously twisting her fingers.

The guide fiddled with the device.

The glass-domed medical instrument resembled a gigantic transparent capsule, surrounded by a soft blue halo.

The guide said to Wen Li, “Miss, you may enter now.”

Wen Li calmed herself and obediently lay down inside.

She was genuinely afraid of this machine; upon first arriving at the White Tower, she had undergone this test.

Honestly, the experience was unpleasant.

It felt like being tossed into a washing machine drum, accompanied by dizziness and suffocating pain.

Angus stood outside, watching her closely.

The test began, the instrument emitting a faint humming.

Wen Li closed her eyes, trying hard to remain calm; time stretched unbearably, each second a torment.

A familiar sensation of weightlessness came upon her; within her mental sea, vast fields of violet flowers swayed.

An unnamed wind suddenly blew, scattering the petals like shattered illusions—brilliant yet tinged with melancholy.

Wen Li’s spiritual power surged violently, the overflowing energy hitting the glass dome on all sides.

The medical guide wanted to stop, but Angus said, “Wait a little longer.”

Inside the glass dome, Wen Li’s face showed pain; her brows furrowed deeply, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

She opened her eyes and found herself in a pitch-black space, surrounded by glass mirrors; she could clearly see herself falling downward.

The mirrors reflected her slightly terrified expression; turning her gaze, she saw a girl identical to herself.

They locked eyes; their heartbeats synchronized.

She was Wen Li.

She was also Wen Li.

The next moment, as if rewinding, Wen Li uncontrollably rose upward.

Opening her eyes, she saw Angus’s tense dark green eyes.

The guide by her side quickly handed Wen Li a cup of nutritional fluid.

“Guide Wen, are you alright? Any discomfort?”

The pale-faced girl shook her head; the continuously overflowing spiritual energy made Angus’s pupils contract.

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“Administer a suppressant; she can’t control her spiritual power right now.”

Indeed, Wen Li couldn’t control it; the storm inside her spiritual sea hadn’t ceased.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably—a side effect of the weightlessness.

Seeing her condition, Angus deemed it unsuitable for her to meet Lin Zheng in the afternoon and canceled the appointment.

Wen Li was allowed to rest properly; this test was much better than the first.

After enduring the initial pain, her mind felt much more comfortable.

Moreover, she saw the original Wen Li, the owner of this body.

Wen Li had transmigrated into this world, occupying the original Wen Li’s body, only to suddenly discover that the original was still present.

Wen Li was stunned.

Back in the dormitory, Wen Li’s thoughts wandered aimlessly before she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

Angus looked over the analysis report in his hands.

He massaged his forehead, troubled.

The highlighted words were glaringly conspicuous.

Cyril, you’ve really caused me a big headache.

Wen Li’s spiritual report showed that her spiritual sea was repairing and that her spiritual body could manifest—this was a good sign.

Each month, the White Tower assigned an SSS-level guide to nurture Wen Li’s spiritual sea.

To avoid the young girl’s rejection, it was done under the pretext of purification.

This month, Cyril happened to be available.

Who knew his purification would be so intense, nearly triggering a mark.

Originally, Wen Li’s spirit was of the healing type, with no offensive capabilities.

But after that fox’s purification, the report showed the emergence of offensive attributes!

It was unclear whether residual spiritual energy influenced the young guide or if the offensive attribute existed inherently.

If the latter, this news would cause a sensation throughout the Federation.

The first human in history to be both a healing and offensive guide!

Inside the medical pod, Wen Li’s maximum spiritual power level broke through A to S.

This proved that as long as there was an SSS-level sentry nearby serving as a mobile spiritual power source,

Wen Li could eliminate SS-level contamination cores.

Her disabled guide status both sheltered her and restrained her growth.

Angus’s deep dark green eyes revealed an inscrutable expression.

It was time to consider that mad dog.