Chapter 1472.5: Recruitment

"Where is this? How did I get here??"

Mr. Han's mind was in a mess at this moment. He looked at the completely unfamiliar and sci-fi-like environment around him and subconsciously added, "Am I... in heaven?"

Chen Ling smiled.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Han, you are not in heaven... My people saved you."

Mr. Han remembered. He recalled that his spirit and mind had clearly stepped to the edge of death; perhaps it was his final domain that locked in his life... But could he really be saved from that?

"How did you do it?" Mr. Han was incredulous.

"Coincidentally, we have the best surgeons and neurologists of this era." As he spoke, Chen Ling handed the peeled apple to Mr. Han.

"You..."

Mr. Han stared blankly at the apple in his hand, and after a moment, he seemed to finally react.

The Twilight Society, huh...

A complex look flashed in his eyes.

"In the early years, our Paper Kite Rescue Society also had a genius neurologist," Mr. Han said slowly. "However, because she secretly researched forbidden brain-consciousness transfer surgeries and even transplanted the consciousness of a corrupt official into a breeding pig, she was almost sentenced to life imprisonment... Seeing that she was too young, I found a way to protect her. In the end, she was only stripped of her political rights and expelled from the Paper Kite Rescue Society."

"It seems that the seeds of kindness Mr. Han planted back then have blossomed and borne fruit today," Chen Ling smiled slightly.

Mr. Han looked at the apple in his hand, remained silent for a long time, and finally gave a helpless smile before taking a bite.

"When you were in the Tian-Shu Domain, you were still the Heart 6 of the Twilight Society. I never expected that you would transform... and become the Red King."

"...There are always variables in this world that catch you off guard."

"You saved me—it's not just as simple as that girl repaying a debt, is it?"

Chen Ling did not answer immediately; he leaned back gently against the chair.

As his fingertips spun, the daylight outside the window gradually turned dusk-yellow. Time seemed to fast-forward in his hands, and the sunset spilled into the room, reflecting golden light into those lake-like, calm eyes.

"Our Twilight Society shoulders the mission of reversing the fate of humanity, and to complete this mission, we need the help of many people..."

"Mr. Han, you sacrificed yourself to save the lives of millions. Such a spirit is worthy of admiration in any era... In my view, Mr. Han, as the leader of the contemporary Medical God Path, is truly deserving of the title."

"The Twilight Society needs someone like Mr. Han."

Mr. Han seemed to have guessed Chen Ling's intention and laughed dumbly:

"You want me to join the Twilight Society?"

"That's right."

"Setting aside the difference in ideologies, my spiritual power is now almost completely crippled, and I can't even exert one-tenth of my Eighth-Order Medical God Path strength... I don't think a useless person like me has any value to your Twilight Society."

"Mr. Han is too modest," Chen Ling said seriously. "Even with only one-tenth of your strength, Mr. Han is still of great significance to the Twilight Society. What's more, it is Mr. Han's character that we value most...

Besides that...

If I'm not mistaken, after the war in the Tian-Shu Domain, Mr. Han, you should have already qualified to verify your God Path and step into the Ninth Order, right?"

Mr. Han looked at the actor bathed in the twilight and was slightly startled.

He suddenly realized that this new Red King of the Twilight Society was not so simple... He exuded a composure and foresight that transcended his age.

"Even so, I will not join the Twilight Society," Mr. Han shook his head. "The meaning of my existence is to heal the sick and save the world, not to destroy it."

Hearing this, Chen Ling's gaze gradually sharpened.

The sound of sirens outside the window rose and fell, a fierce wind swept through, and the white gauze curtains danced wildly. The swaying shadows on the wall looked like pairs of hands reaching for salvation, struggling to reach out toward the sitting actor, and a faint rustling sound echoed in the deathly silent ward.

Under the twilight,

Chen Ling's back looked like a crouching lion.

"You are wrong," Chen Ling said lightly. "If it is in the wrong era... destruction is the beginning of salvation."

Mr. Han was stunned in place.

Chen Ling didn't say anything more; he slowly stood up.

"For the next period of time, Mr. Han can think about it here... I will come to visit again in a while."

The actor in the red-bottomed, black-patterned robe walked out of the ward. As he locked the door behind him, the ward fell into silence once again.

Mr. Han lay on the hospital bed, and in his mind, Chen Ling's words echoed repeatedly...

"Destruction is salvation, huh..."

He muttered to himself.

……

Chen Ling stepped out into the corridor.

Almost simultaneously, this hospital in the modern city suddenly folded and contracted like a dream, eventually converging into a thin disc that landed in his palm.

Chen Ling stood between towering shelves and gently pushed the disc back into the gap among the wall of discs.

This is the Ancient Treasury of the Drama Path, a place that the human domain cannot set foot in, and also a cage that Mr. Han cannot escape from... At least until he verifies his God Path and achieves the status of a Medical God Path demigod, he cannot leave easily.

"Did he agree?" Liu Qingyan asked from the side.

"It's not that easy," Chen Ling shook his head. "His heart is set on the human domain. Even if he is under house arrest for life, he won't join the Twilight Society... To make him our help, more than time, what's needed is an opportunity."

Chen Ling brushed his sleeves and was about to leave when Liu Qingyan spoke again:

"Lord Red King, there is something... that you might need to see."

"Hmm?"

Liu Qingyan took a newspaper from her bosom and handed it to Chen Ling.

Chen Ling scanned the headline of the newspaper, and his eyes narrowed. By the time he finished reading the entire article, he had fallen into deep thought...

"There are two possibilities for Lingxu-jun to publicly meet with the Twilight Society. Either he really wants to talk to us, or... he wants to lure us into a trap and wipe us all out," Liu Qingyan analyzed rationally.

"Personally, I lean toward the latter. After all, we aren't familiar with Lingxu-jun, and now that those few world-ending calamities are either dead or injured, they basically can't pose a threat to the human domain anymore. From his perspective, if he wants to solve it once and for all, it's best to eliminate the Twilight Society, the biggest variable, in one go.

Once he solves the Twilight Society, he can focus entirely on dealing with the Red Star without any worries."

"What you say is indeed reasonable, but..." Chen Ling paused for a moment,

"He and us... no, he and I, may not be unfamiliar."

Liu Qingyan was a bit confused.

Chen Ling held the newspaper, and the figure of the Red King surfaced in his mind again.

Master, oh Master...

In the network of relationships between you and the Nine Lords...

What role does Wu Tongyuan actually play?