Chapter 197

“The Enforcer is the highest commander of the entire alliance, yet the authority has always been vague and undefined. Those who ascend to the position of Enforcer rarely bring significant changes to the alliance, and the mortality rate is extraordinarily high, with most dying by their own hand.

It’s a position shrouded in secrecy, but as Charlie said, there are always people willing to step forward.

“Power is like an aphrodisiac, making each of you hard as a rock,” Charlie shrugged. “I’m a content egghead, satisfied just to hold onto District Four.”

“Being able to hold onto your Enforcer zone already makes you an outstanding commander, doesn’t it?” Tianshu observed him earnestly.

Charlie’s complexion turned slightly unnatural under his gaze, and he squirmed, “Well, I admit, sometimes your words do make me feel pleased.”

“I genuinely praise you from the bottom of my heart.”

“Enough…!”

Charlie stood up and paced. “As an upper-class person who’s never suffered, your sweet talk can indeed be effective. That’s the limitation of class, my heart is too soft. But, you know what I mean. Your tricks won’t work on the Executive of District Nine.”

“If you ask me, you might as well give up. There are thirteen Enforcer districts, and you only need the support of six people. Why bother with the approval of that guy from District Nine? Just let him be. Don’t waste time here.”

Charlie felt his viewpoint was absolutely correct, glaring intensely at Tianshu.

“No, I must win his support.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want the title of Enforcer for its empty fame.”

Charlie had nothing more to say. After a while, he sat down again and muttered, “The lust for power can kill, I’m sure of it.”

Tianshu wore a gentle smile on his face. “Thank you, I appreciate your kindness.”

Rolling his eyes, Charlie said, “Sir, if your charm is truly without bounds, you might as well go for genetic matching, find a few spouses, and release your hormones at home.”

“I’m afraid I’m not in the mood for that right now,” Tianshu stood up, “If my charm is as great as you say, I hope I can first impress that stubborn Executive.”

Charlie acknowledged and then curiously asked, “So, did you intentionally let him hear your praise, or do you genuinely think his transformed appearance is beautiful?”

Tianshu smiled gently at him, a smile that made Charlie’s skin crawl. Rubbing his arms, Charlie said cautiously, “I hope I never become your enemy, never.”

District Nine never experienced true darkness. The boundary between day and night depended on the light of the red moon. As the light of the red moon approached sunset, night fell on District Nine.

The sandstorm gradually became violent, and the temperature dropped rapidly. People on the ground retreated into underground buildings, entering a dormant state.

The entire District Nine was shrouded in a strange light of faint red. There was no one on the surface, only cold buildings. At the top of the circular building stood a slender figure, a few stray hairs escaping from a rather rough ponytail, swaying rapidly in the wind.

It was a strange world, dilapidated and dim, filled with the oppressive atmosphere of death.

Everything felt unfamiliar, yet somehow intricately connected to the real world.

Tianshu.

Without a doubt, Mo Yin recognized him at a glance.

No need for any external appearance or aura discernment, he immediately sensed Tianshu’s presence when his mental strength entered District Nine.

Unlike in previous worlds, in this world, Mo Yin felt a stronger sense of reality. He had already departed from the feeling that this small world was “pretty realistic.” Everything seemed real.

Mo Yin furrowed his brows slightly.

Before “he” pulled him into this strange world, the two were discussing who exactly “he” was. “His” attitude seemed somewhat reluctant to compromise, saying he would give it a try.

An arrogant claim, one he didn’t like.

“Aren’t you cold standing here?”

Mo Yin didn’t turn around.

He knew Tianshu had arrived.

After the Judicator finished the trial, all participants were excluded and returned to their respective districts. Shortly thereafter, Mo Yin received a visitation request from District One.

District One, the most geographically favorable, populous, and prosperous among the thirteen Enforcement Districts, sent a visitation request to the barren land of District Nine, accompanied by many supplies.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch, clearly, there was a transaction involved.

Tianshu made no attempt to conceal it.

He wanted to become the new Enforcer.

The position of Enforcer, whoever sits in it, quickly crumbles. It’s the highest authority in the entire Enforcement District, accountable to no one but the Judicator. Every Enforcer swiftly becomes isolated and withdrawn, then self-destructs in various events, as if by some bizarre unspoken agreement.

Nevertheless, every time the previous Enforcer dies, there’s always a scramble for the next candidate.

Those ambitious commanders always believe they’re the most special.

The stronger one’s psychic power, the more arrogant they become—it’s a fate they cannot escape.

The commanders of Districts One to Thirteen have undergone numerous changes, refreshing rapidly. Mo Yin is already considered an old-school figure among them. He’s solitary by nature, rarely interacting with commanders from other districts. District Nine, both geographically and in terms of overall strength, lags far behind the others. Overall, Mo Yin’s presence in the entire Enforcement District is weak. His most prominent features are his severe transformation and his iron-fisted, tough style.

District Nine has faced near-exile several times due to population loss, only to be sustained by Mo Yin’s risky expeditions for resources beyond its borders.

Commanders are indeed the highest officials of the Enforcement District, but each region upholds civilization and democracy. Dictators like Mo Yin are unique and contrary figures in the entire Thirteen Districts.

District Nine lacks human rights protection, and there are no legal provisions. Survival is the only law here.

Thus, their commander seems to have no desires or demands and is out of sync with the commanders of other districts.

Tianshu stood behind Mo Yin, his tied-up white hair unique throughout the Enforcement District. Their evolution speed was too fast; aging was nonexistent here, and there was no white hair.

“Long-term exposure under the Blood Moon will exacerbate your transformation.”

Mo Yin still didn’t turn around; he just slightly turned his face, a hint of mockery curling his lips. “Didn’t you say my transformed appearance was beautiful?”

Tianshu smiled. He wore a pristine white cloak, the hood covering half his face. He didn’t show any anger at Mo Yin’s sarcasm but replied, “I sincerely believe so.”

The gravel-filled windstorm grew stronger, gradually forming a tornado approaching from afar.

Clearly, Tianshu’s cloak was made of some special material, remaining steadfast in the wind, unlike Mo Yin’s, whose clothes were straightened back by the wind.

It was said that the commander of District Nine had a pervasively strict notion of fairness, just like all the poor, he enjoyed no privileges in District Nine.

A dictatorial commander who espoused fairness sounded laughably contradictory.

The fierce wind was approaching.

The vortex of gravel swept toward the two.

The slender figure stood firm, his tied-up white hair fluttering wildly in the wind.

Tianshu watched the figure in the storm until the fierce wind came in front of him and blocked his view.

His psychic power created an invisible barrier, like an invisible hand pushing away the storm, clearing his vision once more.

The person who had weathered the storm seemed completely unconcerned. He picked up his snow-white long hair with black gloves, biting a piece of rope in his mouth, his eyelashes drooping, his actions rough as he tried to tie up his hair again, grabbing at the unruly hair. Tianshu felt a slight pang of regret for that snow-white hair.

Suddenly, the annoying wind disappeared, and the long hair fell smoothly. Mo Yin turned his head.

The psychic barrier extended to his side, a deep blue color.

“No need to thank me.”

Tianshu wore a faint smile on his face.

“What level is your psychic power?” Mo Yin asked as he tied his hair.

“I’ve never taken a test.”

“Those tests aren’t very accurate.”

Mo Yin tightened his grip on his hair. “Then let’s test it now.”

His black psychic power suddenly attacked the deep blue protective barrier beside him!

The deep blue barrier instantly shrank in size, simultaneously materializing and bringing its owner in an instant to stand in front of Mo Yin.

Two spiritual forces entangled in combat, sparking faint flames in the blood-red moonlight.

Tianshu faced both Mo Yin’s attacks and maintained a barrier against the harsh weather. His smile widened. “Have I offended you in any way?”

“No,” Mo Yin stared at him, gripping his chin that peeked from under the hood. He lifted it slightly, revealing Tianshu’s face beneath the white hood. Tianshu met his gaze confidently. “I just don’t like you.”

It annoyed him that Mo Yin remained cryptic, treating him as weak and needing protection. If “he” invited him here, then let’s play. Let’s see who needs to “get to know” whom.

Tianshu’s smile broadened. “Someone complimented my charm just two hours ago.”

“Your partner?”

Tianshu nodded, Mo Yin’s grip on his chin firm. He could only respond with a smiling gaze.

“He doesn’t seem very bright.”

Tianshu chuckled. “Great minds think alike.”

The storm subsided gradually.

Tianshu didn’t drop the barrier, Mo Yin didn’t cease his attacks.

For natural humans, spiritual power was everything. Their battle was dangerous; it could destroy them or ignite unexpected fires.

As their spiritual powers clashed, Tianshu’s eyes flickered, obscured mostly by Mo Yin’s snowy lashes. A strange sensation occupied Tianshu’s mind.

“Have we… met before?”

Mo Yin released his chin, withdrawing his attack. “I want to see the supplies before we negotiate.”

The topic shifted quickly. Tianshu removed the barrier, speaking gently. “According to my investigation, the Ninth District is in a dire state. While exploring outward might yield rewards, Commander of the Ninth District, forgive me, your mutation is dangerously advanced. Even with your profound training under the Blood Moon, it’s nothing compared to extraterrestrial radiation.”

“Are you suggesting I don’t have the right to negotiate with you?”

“I mean I’m sincere.”

Mo Yin fell silent. “Have you ever seen the sunrise in the Ninth District?”

“As far as I know, there’s no sunrise in the Ninth District.”

“There is.”

Mo Yin’s gaze shifted to the right front, her snow-white ponytail swaying gently in the fading wind.

Suddenly, Tianshu felt a hint of danger, a warning from his spiritual tentacles. He turned abruptly to look ahead.

A meteor streaked across the sky.

No, except for the Blood Moon, there were no stars visible in the Ninth District. Meteors weren’t supposed to appear.

That wasn’t a meteor!

His spiritual power moved ahead of his body, but unfortunately, it didn’t transport him out. A force, as strong as the barrier he had just created, trapped him. More accurately, it imprisoned him.

To the right front, at the border of the Ninth and Fourth Districts, Tianshu and Charlie Yu’s spaceship were parked there.

The meteor fell.

Even though Tianshu had vaguely guessed, his pupils still contracted sharply when the explosion occurred. The dazzling golden light from the explosion illuminated the entire Ninth District, dimming the light of the Blood Moon.

He was researching illegal physical weapons! He destroyed the entire ship! He killed Charlie Yu! He violated the peace agreement between enforcement zones!

…

In an instant, Tianshu’s mind conjured up enough charges to warrant Mo Yin’s execution. He turned his head, fixing his eyes on Mo Yin, his previously steady heart now trembling violently.

Mo Yin stared at the direction of the explosion, then turned back to Tianshu. With amusement, she curled her lips. “The Ninth District, dawn has arrived.”