I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

"Regardless of why the following people are involved, at least they are asking people I know. Who is this Zhang San? Do I know this person?"

Fu'er asked, twitching the corners of his mouth.

"Of course you know him, otherwise how could I guarantee you so easily? And to be honest, even if there aren't those few heroes behind him, his name alone is enough to give you this cognitive permission."

"The surname is Zhang...I don't know anyone with the surname Zhang...wait...I seem to remember..."

He recalled how Harts introduced himself to the director when he first met him two years ago.

It seems that his last name is Zhang...

"Could this be... the director?"

"Ah."

"His name is Zhang San?"

"Yes, don't you know? Oh, it seems that not many people know his full name."

"…………"

"what happened?"

Cleers looked at Ful's strange expression and asked in confusion.

"nothing--"

Fu'er suppressed his smile, but still couldn't help but said with the corner of his mouth raised.

"I remember happy things."

"What are you happy about?"

"Ahem, let's not talk about this anymore. What if we get rid of the director? Hartz, I can still understand why Leo and Elena also vouched for me."

"I just asked them a few questions about your situation, and they signed your guarantee letter. It went pretty smoothly. I thought you knew the procedures of the Library of Alexandria and had greeted them in advance. .”

"If only I knew... Forget it, in short, I have passed the test? Are you finally willing to share some information with me?"

Fu'er waved his hand and said with a nonchalant expression.

"Information? That's it."

"Your words make me very concerned..."

"It's nothing, it's just different from the information you expected, which is directly related to No. 15. This is another part that you may be interested in."

Clears raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and a document appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"It's about a certain hero who lost [Miracle]."

He reached out and handed the document to Ful.

"How? Are you interested?"

Clears asked with a smile.

"So, what's the price?"

"Cost? No, no, no, maybe you did something wrong. We are scholars, not those federal politicians."

Clears seemed to have anticipated Ful's reaction, he spread his hands helplessly and said.

"Although we are not like the [heroes] of your administration, who rely on pure ideals to fight hard, we are not like the guys from the Federation who try to build the greatest barrier to resources. What we follow, It’s just the words of the first co-prime minister, which is to keep searching in order to continue the world.”

"Whether it is resources, truth, or ideals, it has nothing to do with us. We are only responsible for exploring the truth, and then ensuring that these truths can be effectively used to continue the world."

"So it's like what I said that day. I can't command, and I'm not good at investigating. But recently, according to the recommendation of Miss [Palace Witch], there is a person who is very good at investigating right in front of me. Do you think I, as a scholar, should How to do it?"

Cleers handed the document to Fuer and said with a smile.

"Although many of my colleagues believe that appropriate detours are for better results, I still prefer the concept of the shortest line segment between two points. The right thing should be handed over to the right person, right?"

"You are really... you don't look like a scholar in my impression..."

Fu'er shook his head and reluctantly picked up the documents in his arms.

"Whether it's you, the director, or Harts and the others, your expectations for me are a little too high."

"Having high expectations is better than having no expectations at all. Just like the No. 15, nearly most of the federation has no expectations for his value, which has led to the current stalemate. Unless someone can guide them, or simply sound a doomsday warning from the [Observatory], maybe this can make those guys wake up a little bit."

"I hope there won't be a day when we need to sound the doomsday warning... Also, what do you think of this document?"

Fu'er took the document and turned it over and over, but he couldn't see any big characters. It was completely blank.

"It's simple. Isn't the engraving just now still next to you? Just click on it and apply for permission."

"and then?"

"Then you can read immersed-"

The moment the application for permission was approved, countless spectral lines composed of words spewed out from the document and enveloped the talisman.

This is [the trace of the matter].

"Then, I wish you happy reasoning, Your Excellency the [Sage] who is not a hero——"

"????"

"Don't worry, just as we don't mind you having a little secret, we also hope you don't mind us confirming your identity. Anyway, see you later."

Clears waved his hand, and then Fu'er was completely wrapped in [the traces of the matter] and immersed in the information.

What should come first?

A still painting appeared in front of Ful's eyes.

[Location: Western Australia Coast]

【时间：2061年12月7日下午3时47分51秒。】

The disaster alarm sounded.

The sudden giant beast carried a swarm of insects that covered the sky and swallowed up the sky.

[SS level disaster event: Locust plague]

Fighting units:

[Savior] Yu Yuan, [Fighter] Kaos Dulain.

Maintainer force: 1000

The battle begins——

The screen began to move, and Fu'er heard the roar of artillery fire, the flapping of locust wings, the creepy chewing sounds, screams, and the miraculous light that broke through the disaster.

His eyes followed the miraculous light that shone brightest in this battlefield, ascending to the sky.

Yu Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the city.

There are enemies everywhere and insect eggs everywhere.

There are...transforming monsters everywhere.

Transformed from humans——

In the noisy ambient sound, Fu'er seemed to see the other party holding down the headset and roaring something, with a ferocious expression on his face.

And when he focused all his attention on Yuan, he finally heard the other party's voice.

"I asked you to send additional troops, and you told me to activate strategic weapons? What a joke!"

Yu Yuan's fists gradually clenched.

"Do you want me to give them all up?! Ah!!!"

"The situation is irreversible. We have detected that the anchor point here is gradually completing the hellish shift. If the hellish shift is allowed to complete, the consequences will be disastrous."

Intermittent communication voices with the sound of electricity came from the headset.

"I'm so unimaginable! Isn't he just a bug? If I just kill him, it will be over!"

"Don't be impulsive! Yu Yuan, the target individual is an unknown being, an existence twisted from [fragments of the world]. If you go like this, even if you can kill the target, the cost will be at least 90% of the miracle."

"What's more, you may not be able to kill the opponent. You know, you have not yet obtained the [Sword Holder] qualification, and your destructive power is overwhelmingly insufficient in the face of this kind of creation."

In the headset, there was still that calm, even cold tone.

"Compared to the residents of this city, your existence is far more important than them."

"Is it important……"

Yu Yuan fell into silence.

Yes, they will always put everything on the scale to compare, and then choose the more important part.

But, he is not them.

He will not remain indifferent to those lamentations.

"Did you know? My hero's name is [Savior]——"

Yu Yuan looked at the massacred people and closed his eyes.

“They’re asking for help, so I’m going to save them, it’s that simple—”

After that, he took off his communication device.

"Let you and your bullshit plan go to hell, trash!"

He raised his middle finger to the earphones and casually crushed them to pieces, not caring about the roar inside.

"Dulain, are your fists okay?!"

"Tch, who are you talking to? You're talking like you've beaten me in a sparring session—"

"Then, rush!"

The rays of light gathered into meteors, falling towards the biggest disaster that was devouring life and the world.

Toward disaster.

Toward the ideal.

Towards the doomed destruction——

"Give them to me! Give them back!!!!"

【2061年12月7日下午3时51分23秒】

[The Savior rejected the plan proposed by the Federation and chose to fight head-on against the source of the locust plague. 】