003
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Zhao Kongcheng felt like he was about to explode with anger.
"Me? You're asking who I am? I'm the poor victim who got tricked by you last night, standing in the freezing wind for half the night!"
He clamped down tightly on Lin Qiye's arm, like some jealous middle-aged uncle afraid his boyfriend would be stolen.
"I'm telling you, cut the act. You're not running away today!"
Lin Qiye glanced at his arm, which was firmly locked, and gave up struggling, looking resigned.
"Fine. Where do you want to talk?"
"Follow me."
Zhao Kongcheng marched forward, dragging Lin Qiye with him toward some unknown place…
But when Lin Qiye realized they were heading straight toward a love hotel, his face instantly changed. He twisted his body, ready to escape!
Unfortunately, Zhao Kongcheng gave him no chance, twisting his arm tighter and dragging him straight inside.
"You… what are you doing? I'm telling you, I've got hemorrhoids, don't you dare try anything…!"
"…What's wrong with you high school kids? It's just a place to talk."
"To *talk* in a love hotel? Didn't you see the looks people gave us on the way here? I almost died of embarrassment!"
"You don't get it. This is a safe house. I had no other intentions. And besides—do I *look* like that kind of person?!"
Rolling his eyes, Zhao Kongcheng dragged Lin Qiye to the front desk. He threw a greasy wink at the stunned receptionist.
"One dynamic, passion-themed room, please."
Lin Qiye: …
The female clerk froze, then suddenly grew oddly excited.
"Of course, sir! I'll just need your ID, and this young… gentleman's ID as well."
Handing over his card, Lin Qiye gave her a strange look, watching her flushed expression. Clearly, she was imagining some story straight out of a romance comic.
But could she be blamed? A middle-aged man dragging a teenage boy into a love hotel at midnight, asking for a passion-themed room, claiming it was just to *chat*—who would believe that?
"Here's your room card, room 3966. I hope you both… enjoy your stay!" The clerk smiled so hard her eyes almost disappeared into slits as she glanced at the embarrassed Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye clenched his fists.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go." Zhao Kongcheng tugged him toward the elevator.
Once inside the room, Lin Qiye's pure eyes widened. Seeing the bizarre themed facilities, he finally understood—rich people really *did* play wild.
Definitely passionate!
Locking the door behind them, Zhao Kongcheng finally released Lin Qiye, dropped onto the electric bed, and sighed with relief.
"Don't be so tense. We're really just here to talk."
Lin Qiye sighed, sitting down on the sofa by the door.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
"About you, of course."
"Lin Qiye, male, 17, single, height 175 cm, weight—"
"You know that's not what I meant." Zhao Kongcheng pressed a hand to his forehead, pointing with the other at Lin Qiye's eyes.
"I mean *your eyes*."
Lin Qiye fell silent.
"You've met Michael, haven't you?"
At those words, Lin Qiye's body trembled slightly. After a long pause, he nodded.
So, this man knew a lot. And the forces behind him were far from ordinary.
And that one sentence revealed something crucial—the radiant being Lin Qiye had seen ten years ago was none other than Michael, the King of Angels.
Seeing Lin Qiye nod, Zhao Kongcheng finally relaxed. His gaze grew more intense.
"Why did He come to you? What did He tell you? How far can you use the Abyss now?"
His questions came like machine-g*n fire. Lin Qiye frowned and shook his head.
"You're asking too much."
Realizing he'd gotten carried away, Zhao Kongcheng gave a dry laugh.
"Fair enough. You must have a lot of questions too. Let me answer yours first. Ask me anything."
Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment, then locked eyes with him.
"…Do gods from mythology really exist in this world?"
"They do." Zhao Kongcheng nodded without hesitation. "But not all of them."
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Kongcheng leaned back, deep in thought.
"What do you think mythology is?"
"Ancient people's spiritual comfort? Their fear and imagination of the unknown powers of nature?" Lin Qiye guessed.
"Exactly." Zhao Kongcheng nodded. "Until a hundred years ago, that's what everyone believed."
"A hundred years ago?"
"Yes. Before the mist appeared, no god had ever been sighted. But after that fog covered the Earth… everything changed.
In September 1922, a year after the mist appeared, a Daxia exploration team reported spotting a massive dragon flying slowly above the Mariana Trench. That was the first time in human history a mythical creature was observed.
Research confirmed it was Leviathan, the chaos dragon from the Bible, said to be created by God Himself. Its discovery overturned Daxia's entire understanding of the world. From then on, they knew—the mist had changed reality itself.
Back then, the sudden mist caused widespread panic. For stability, the authorities kept the discovery secret. Leviathan, as the first confirmed mythical being, was given the code number 001. Later, as more creatures were found, the numbering continued.
The Michael you saw was identified in 1928 as the third mythical being—code 003."
"1928?" Lin Qiye was stunned. "But we didn't even have moon-landing technology back then. How did they discover Michael on the moon?"
"He wasn't discovered by us." Zhao Kongcheng shook his head. "In March 1928, a golden sword-light erupted from the moon, crossed the void, and leveled a volcano in North America. That's when we realized there was a god on the moon."
"North America? What was there?"
"A year later, our exploration team reached the volcano's ruins and discovered a sealed being within the divine ruins… coded as 004."
Zhao Kongcheng paused, then said slowly:
"The Fallen Angel—Lucifer."
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