"Phew..."
Andres's expression kept changing as he looked at the achievement leaderboard. In this game, there were actually four people ahead of him.
The first-place score genuinely shocked him speechless; a score like 0.058 was terrifying just to think about.
After checking the scores, Andres shifted his gaze back to their names, discovering that each name had a nationality annotated after it.
Countries like the United States of Edimi, the Republic of Duqi, the Republic of Mingbo, the Kakin Empire, the Ozma Federation, the Khan Kingdom, the Has Republic, and so on.
Andres looked at these people and names on the screen, his ten fingers wildly clawing at the air. A heart-wrenching excitement surged in his chest.
"Hahaha, a worldwide screening, then?"
"That means there are at least ten people in this world who passed the previous tests!"
"Ten people, besides someone as outstanding as me!"
Andres wished he could find all these people immediately, then design magnificent "accidents" for each of them, especially the four people ahead of him.
Andres's lips parted uncontrollably, letting saliva trickle down. If anyone saw him, they would realize his smile had long turned deranged.
"Huuu..."
A moment later, Andres took a deep breath, rapidly calming down.
He possessed excellent psychological fortitude and exceptional self-control. No matter how excited or undignified he became, he could recover in a short time.
"Interesting, this is the world."
"Out of billions of humans worldwide, there are always a few who are worthy of standing on the same stage as me."
Andres's heart stirred. With so many humans worldwide, it was impossible for him to be the only genius. Amidst the vast sea of people, there must be hundreds, thousands of peers similar to him.
"These people, they should be my kind!"
"That's right, besides these people, everyone else is just an unevolved, stupid monkey!"
Andres's mood was extremely euphoric. Suddenly, the euphoria vanished.
He looked at his name on the leaderboard, and the names of the others.
"Name?"
Andres's expression changed again. He hadn't entered any name, yet his real name was displayed there.
Could it be that his true identity and information were truly held by the sender of this email?
Then, wouldn't the other party know every single thing he had done?
"Squeak~"
Andres suddenly stood up from his chair. Along with the shock in his heart, there was a slight fear, and finally, a bit of excitement.
His brain was rapidly spinning. Someone who could grasp his identity information certainly wouldn't pay attention to trivial matters.
Moreover, this test was indeed a test used to screen for geniuses.
So, was the person who designed these tests and sent the emails trying to gather all the geniuses worldwide?
And then...
All sorts of possibilities flashed quickly through Andres's mind. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up again.
This is the feeling he craved! This is the feeling!
He smelled danger and conspiracy from it.
It was as if he was in darkness, and in that darkness, an indescribable, unknown entity was hidden.
It was coldly observing him, watching his every move, like a hunter observing its prey.
"But truly excellent hunters often appear as prey."
Andres was well aware of the danger, but he still wanted to continue. Precisely because this sense of danger was what he had always sought.
Moreover, he urgently wanted to know what kind of person that hidden presence in the darkness truly was.
Otherwise, he couldn't even sleep at night. He urgently wanted to know the ultimate conclusion of all this.
So, he clicked on the link that appeared below the computer screen and entered the website.
At this moment, Pegroses, S. K. City.
"Sizzle sizzle..."
Illumi stood in front of the printer, casually pulling out a sheet from the freshly printed A4 paper and picking it up to examine.
First to meet his eyes was a photo of a person with black short hair and bangs, looking quite ordinary.
"Andres. August."
Illumi softly read the man's name. Below the name was all his information: nationality, ancestral home, current residence, occupation, age, personality, hobbies, and so on.
"Interesting."
Illumi looked at the introduction of this 18-year-old man below: severe personality and emotional deficiency disorder, potential antisocial tendencies.
Illumi sat back in his chair and carefully observed the man's growth trajectory, as well as the various deeds and actions he had performed in recent years.
The most interesting part was that this guy killed someone almost every month in the last year.
Even more interesting was that every person he killed was perfectly handled as an accident, even forming a local urban legend.
It was said that those who died by accident were all punished by a god.
And from Illumi's professional perspective, these murder methods were intricately linked.
This person's obsession with murder techniques had almost sublimated into an art.
This type of murder method was far more sophisticated than the Zoldyck family's.
And based on the person's online posts and browsing history on another account, he discovered that while attending middle school, this person had actually self-studied over a dozen subjects.
Even while still in high school, he had managed to complete four years of university-level coursework.
On the surface, he was an ordinary high school student, but secretly, he was an active participant in various advanced forums, with an extremely high intellectual level, a true genius.
And within his seemingly harmonious family environment, his various actions displayed indifference, ruthlessness, and a disregard for life.
Illumi had to admit that, apart from strength, he truly couldn't compare to him in any other aspect.
Such a person, following a normal life trajectory, would likely easily get into the top universities of the Ozma Federation and then continue to shine and thrive on an even broader stage.
"Genius and pervert are often separated by just a thin line."
"If that's the case, then I'll give you a stage."
"On this stage, unleash your art of murder to your heart's content."
Illumi placed his data on the adjacent office desk, closed his eyes, and rested for a moment.
"Caesar. Reinhard, you are a big fish now."
After a short rest, Illumi opened his eyes, picked up another piece of data, lingered on the photo for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Balusa Archipelago, Seven Islands.
Afternoon, 14:35.
The sun was bright, and the sky was cloudless.
On one of the smallest islands of the Seven Islands, a middle-aged man in a black trench coat sat under the sun on a small wooden stool, holding a fishing rod.
The middle-aged man wore a black T-shirt and black trench coat on top, and black straight-leg trousers and pure black combat boots below.
He had short black hair with a side-swept fringe, a handsome face, and some stubble on his chin and lips.
Women would surely be captivated by him; he was truly the kind of "uncle" who appealed to all ages.
He held the fishing rod in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, taking sips from time to time.
Seven Islands, as the name suggested, was formed by seven small islands connected together, because these seven small islands were all on one large reef.
"Gulp..."
The middle-aged man tilted his head and took a big gulp of wine. This wine was a local specialty; it couldn't be found elsewhere.
In front of him was the only freshwater lake on this small island, and it was an artificial freshwater lake.
Behind him sat a small villa, which was his home, or more precisely, his vacation home.
"Splash..."
Suddenly, the bobber on the water moved. The middle-aged man's eyes instantly became serious. He put down the wine bottle and stared intently at the moving bobber on the water.
"Beep..."
His phone vibrated. The middle-aged man ignored it, still focusing intently on the water surface.
"Splash..."
A moment later, the middle-aged man tightly gripped the fishing rod with both hands and pulled it up fiercely. White bobbers appeared one by one from the water.
The middle-aged man's expression was confident, until finally, a completely bare fishhook emerged from the water.
"Whoever you are, you just made me miss a big fish."
The middle-aged man put down his fishing rod, picked up his phone, answered the call, and his tone was icy cold.
"Caesar. Reinhard, your time is running out. Make your decision."
The voice on the phone was very young, but it carried an inexplicable confidence, as if it knew him very well.
"It's you."
Caesar's brows slightly furrowed. Ever since he clicked that strange email and participated in that strange game test, this mysterious person had contacted him.
At that time, when his real name appeared on the screen, it had shocked him for quite a while.
But he had not hesitated to refuse the mysterious person's invitation.
He had smelled an unusual scent from that invitation.
But in reality, even thinking with his butt, he knew who he was. This person not only knew his real identity information but also his mission and his current residence.
Someone capable of accomplishing these things could not be an ordinary person.
However, the next day, this person called him.
Literally, they called his private phone directly.
A new phone he had bought only three days ago, never publicly revealed, and the SIM card was activated only a day before.
The person who called him told him that his identity had been exposed and that his country had abandoned him.
If he wanted to live, he should join them.
But Caesar didn't believe it. He didn't believe the person's words, but he had doubts in his heart.
This was also the reason he had never dared to contact the other side.
In fact, he had long anticipated this. When he saw the message left by his partner a week ago, Caesar had already realized something was wrong.
Caesar's face was expressionless. He held the phone in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.
Crash!
With an inadvertent exertion of force, the wine bottle crashed and shattered in response.
His heart was filled with unwillingness, extreme unwillingness.
His loyalty to his homeland was verifiable by heaven and earth. He had dedicated twenty years of his life to this work, the only twenty years of a man's life.
Twenty years, in the prime of his life, could fully prove his loyalty to his homeland.
Twenty years!
How many twenty years does a person have in their life!
In those twenty years, he could have chosen a decent job, and with his talent, risen to a high position.
Married a beautiful wife and had a cute, chubby son.
In his leisure time, he could travel everywhere, experience the beauty of the world, and have a happy family.
Even his family wouldn't...
But in the end, was all of this going to end now?
He was abandoned. He was abandoned without hesitation by the country he had been loyal to, without even a hint of comfort.
"Who are you?"
Caesar's voice was low. Although his heart was filled with sorrow, he was exceptionally calm.
"Who I am is not important. What's important is that your time is up."
"You can make your final decision now."
"My affairs are none of your concern."
"It has nothing to do with me, but are you truly willing to surrender and be captured?"
"You must think clearly. The people over there won't show you mercy. You know their methods and ways of dealing with things best."
"Of course, if you're willing to bid farewell to your current beautiful life, and willing to meet your family in hell in an extremely tragic way, like them."
"Then I don't care."
Caesar's pupils constricted. The person on the other end of the phone was mocking him to the extreme.
If the other party were in front of him now, he could make them experience a hundred different kinds of pain within a minute.
"No matter who you are, but..."
Caesar was very clear about his own stance. He would not be threatened by anyone, even if his life was at stake.
"You have three minutes. They'll be here soon."
The voice on the phone interrupted him, suddenly saying.
Beep...
Caesar's cheek twitched. The other party had hung up first.
Three minutes!
Caesar's face suddenly changed. He immediately stood up, put down his fishing rod and wine bottle, turned, and ran back to the villa.
"Three minutes, that's enough."
After entering the door, Caesar first took off his trench coat and went to the bedroom.
He ran a hand over his single bed, bending down and tracing along the edge of the bed.
Click...
The single bed instantly split into upper and lower layers. Beneath his bed, there was surprisingly a hidden arsenal.
Click... click...
Caesar assembled his weapon. Suddenly, his movements paused for a moment. He picked up the assembled weapon, went to the window, gently pulled open a slat of the blinds, and looked outside.
Hiss hiss...
The sound of car tires driving over dry leaves on the ground. With a squeal, it stopped in front of a wooden bridge.
The car door clacked open, and four people in black emerged from the car.
"Only this?"
Caesar felt a hint of doubt about the mysterious person's words, but when he saw one of the black-clad figures directly carrying an RPG from the trunk.
"Damn it!"
Caesar immediately dropped his sniper rifle and dashed, leaping out of the window at the back of the room.
Boom!
A fierce explosion sent out a shockwave, pushing his body out. He fell thud onto the leaf-strewn ground.
He knew this was just the beginning. Those four were just a decoy; the real assassins were still behind them.
"That bastard."
Caesar gritted his teeth and sprinted through the forest. Since he had believed that person's words and confirmed their authenticity.
And he didn't want to die now. If that was the case, then there was only...
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