"It doesn't concern me much, but the thought that there is such a place in the world and a group of people is like a fishbone in my heart. If I said I wanted to try to see an end to it, would you think me puzzled?"

"No. Whatever you're going to do, it's going to work."

"Just that optimistic about me?"

Han Yu's eyes all softened, "You don't believe in fate, you don't listen to people or rules so that you can break away from the shackles of 'destiny,' all the prophecies won't work on you, in front of you is the unknown world, and the unknown means possibility."

He had thought about it for a long time before he figured it out.

Who changed the fate of that He Guoshu, who was supposed to make waves?

It was An Yinong.

Han Yu thought at first that it was because An Yinong was the taskmaster. But if the people who could break destinies meant taskmasters like them, outsiders, then why did his prophecy trap Han Yu?

He later realized it wasn't because of the 'taskmasters' but because of 'An Yinong' because he was a sharp blade against fate, seemingly gentle but firm in his bones.

Those destinies made up of circumstances, occultism, and rules don't work on him because he's a person who likes to bump his head and still 'has no regrets despite his death.' And only someone like that could save him from the fate of the crazy death cage.

"It's not that I'm looking up to you. It's that you're outstanding."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you've learned to sweet talk too."

Han Yu was preparing for a lesson, holding his cell phone and twirling his pen with the other hand, smiling. When she saw his spring-like appearance, an assistant was about to come in and look for him. She didn't know why her face was red and quietly withdrew from the office again: it's so lovely, young people in love.

The two talked for a long, long time.

They started with the animal smuggling case, but the topic had skewed from their first meeting to the variety of animals and five-star cuisine on the island.

Since their phone calls were tapped, An Yinong didn't talk about things that couldn't be known, just everyday things.

An Yinong happily talked about how many things she had recently eaten that she hadn't tried before. For example, Ah San's street food was an orb-shaped crispy fried pasta that he wouldn't even touch, but this time, when he ate it, the flavor was delicious.

"I wish I could tie up all these chefs back home. We'd eat together then."

Han Yu smiled and said yes to as many chefs as he wanted.

"I've heard that picky eaters will become particular chefs about their dishes once they start learning to cook. Why isn't that the case with me?

"Ah, I know because you're there.

"The best thing is still the steak that Aou fried. That's the only food that was made especially for me."

An Yinong held his cell phone, "Although there are the best chefs here, the best ingredients, and all kinds of animals ......, I still miss that tiny nest, the store that I have to clean every day, and the sticky rice at the front of the store when I wake up early.

"Ah Yu, I miss you so much."

The next day the members of the Huaxia team all had the expression of not sleeping well. The others were thinking about the enemy who didn't know where they were, and only An Yinong thought about his lover back home.

Although this place is good, it's not my hometown. He wants to go back.

After that, the match went on as usual, except for a particular member of Sakura Nation who withdrew due to illness.

An Yinong also secretly 'perceived' once again, thinking that he could find out what illegal infiltrators are. However, he did not expect the seemingly loose island to be heavily defended, except for the two tiny loopholes. There is no opportunity for illegal organizations to mess up.

It was these two loopholes that An Yinong suspected were deliberately left out by the organizers to fish.

So why did whatever organization feel confident that they could punch the original organizer in the face? None of the organizer's five were good, and its original proprietor was still the rogue of rogues.

It either just didn't come, and when it did, it didn't want to leave upright.

"Why am I expecting this sneaky organization that isn't even a country?"

I thought it would be the big bad. It looks like it's not even cannon fodder; it's tasteless.

The movie was wrong about me; the manga was terrible about me. The political books have been saying it for a long time: the state is a systematic and organized organ of violence. This is the real boss; those illegal organizations are weak.

So An Yinong decided to wait until the competition was over to end this sinful relationship; for now, it was better to be an animal contestant owner at ease.

After the intense quarter-finals, three players from China entered the semi-finals of the singles competition, and the team competition also entered the semi-finals.

Little Octopus Boy entered the semi-finals of the Seaside Competition, Hai Dong Qing entered the semi-finals of the High Altitude Competition, and Crow entered the semi-finals of the Wisdom Competition.

Only after the singles tournament had decided the first and second place would the team tournament semi-finals be entered.

Early this morning, the Huaxia team's residence was quiet. A few players were analyzing their opponents in the semi-finals, and even An Yinong was listening attentively. However, he felt that if the little octopus boy didn't overdo it with his waves, he wouldn't have any problem taking a championship.

"Having this kind of result is already very good; don't have too much pressure." The captain cheered them up. Each country only had five players, and the Chinese team's result was already considered bright.

"Okay, captain."

"The division of the players is still too rough, with so many oceanic categories, it is simply divided into beachfront and coastal regions, and the content of the competition is also biased, which is not favorable to some of the small-sized players, with Octopus Boy being the exception."

The complimented octopus boy ignored him. The little guy just looked soft and cuddly and, in fact, only looked at creatures tougher than himself. Everything else was food and toys.

"It's the first edition. After all, perfect it as we try." An Yinong bit the tip of his pen, "The aerial group's arch-rival is Meika's golden eagle, and the intellectual group's arch-rival is the chimpanzee. The team competition can make it to the finals as long as there are no surprises."

They drew a diagram to analyze the other three animal contestants outside of themselves.

The little octopus boy was up against an orca, a small but powerful bird-tailed mantis shrimp, and the highly venomous box jellyfish.

"The most important thing to watch out for in the beach group is the box jellyfish, which has consistently won by 'eliminating the other contestants, and the number of marine animals that have died at its hands is approaching ten, including an equally highly poisonous sea serpent. So, its toxin should have been mutated to be effective against humans and other animals.

"I also wonder if spraying acetic acid is still useful against this box jellyfish. Does the little octopus boy have any other skills?"

They were studying other people's animal players, and other people would also learn Little Octopus Boy, so the more cards in hand, the more the bottom line would be.

"Don't worry." An Yinong smiled. He didn't say anything but gave infinite confidence.

Outside, the lazy sunshine sprinkled in. An Yinong stood up and walked to the window. Looking out from here is the Chinese courtyard; the scenery is still the same, and there are one or two wisps of smoke lingering, just no one to appreciate.

It was now early morning, the most comfortable time of the day.

In the past, at this time of day, there were always plenty of people out for a stroll with their buddies, but going into the semifinals made everyone nervous, and even those who'd been eliminated before were no longer in the mood to take their animals for a walk.

"Captain," he turned his head, "I'll take Sting out for a walk." Tuan Wu didn't like to go out during the day, and the little octopus boy wasn't suitable for a walk, so he thought Sting was the only one who could be born.

"Meow?" After playing all night, Sting opened his eyes in a daze.

Fog from nowhere had enveloped the island early in the morning; staff and contestants were moving in and out of the mist, and one stood in it with the novelty of being in a bustling crowd and remaining alone.

"Strange fog, the sun is out and still hasn't cleared."

The conversationalist walked by An Yinong's side; he looked up at the sky. The sun was hazy behind the fog. Did this island used to have this much fog?

"What's that? A mirage?"

Above the misty clouds, a blurry cluster of buildings appeared, like a metropolis. The first time An Yinong saw a mirage, he didn't even react to the fact that he should take a picture to remember it. Instead, he stayed looking at it for a while and only started to take out his cell phone when he heard a photo being taken next to him.

But he took out his cell phone and put it back: since so many people were taking pictures, he should concentrate on enjoying it.

Perhaps the light was harsh, so he shielded his hand before his eyes. The city that should have shown a bit of illusion but behind the clouds revealed another strange appearance.

He couldn't help but pick his hand up and put it down, put it down and pick it up, several times like this, like a fool.

An Yinong's eyes widened slightly, and his eyelashes were vaporized by the light one by one, but his consciousness was transient in space, and he touched the clouds almost in the blink of an eye.

The clouds were not a mirage formed by water vapor refracting the sunlight. A pair of thieving eyes, round and black pupils, hid the abyss's evil spirits.

His consciousness was like a tiny thorn in the center of the dark eyeballs.

An Yinong didn't want to care if it appeared here to spy or some curse. He just reached out his hand and pushed it away.

The wind swept up the clouds, turning the watery mist into frost, and the frosty blade pulled itself out of the shadows, flashing a cold light in the sunlight.

"Ah..." those eyes were split in two by the white frost, and the black swirls were strangled cleanly by the splintering frost blade, with nothing left.

"My eyes, my eyes!" The man hidden in the shadows thrashed on the ground in agony. The healer came to examine her, and she plucked away the hand covering her eyes, only to see that they were empty, two hollow holes.

The healer shook his head.

"And there's nothing you can do?"

"There's the power of the rules up there. It's a hidden level mutant from each country striking out."

"Is it Belica's or Rose's?"

"It could also be Huaxia's, and this country likes to hide its strength. That small island doesn't know how many more surprises it's hiding."

The man walked around the room. He asked the man on the floor, "Did you tag them?"

The man wailed in pain but answered his question first, "Only a third. It was too short."

"A third ......" A light smile appeared on the man's face, "Don't worry, I will avenge you."

"Avenge me!" The man on the ground grabbed his arm, "I trust you, avenge me, Druid!"

On the island.

"What's going on?" There was a lot of chatter around the area, but the thick fog that had refused to dissipate before suddenly cleared, and the magical mirage suddenly disappeared behind the clouds.

A few mutants pondered, and the one in charge of the protection work lowered his head to continue, sending a message in the meantime, "It's already been taken care of. I don't know which country it is."

"What a pity. I would have liked to see which city that was."

Standing still, An Yinong was surprised like the others, "Huh? I haven't had a chance to take a picture yet."

The fog lifted, revealing clean gardens and paths in the early morning. He bent down and picked up the weighty Sting as if carrying a big dog weighing a hundred pounds, "Come on, let's go for a walk."