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Do all training camp graduates dream this big?Even those around Wei Wei, including the usually stoic Sen Sen, were taken aback by his bold declaration.Little Lin looked bewildered: “Could it be that the captain is also a training camp graduate?”“Otherwise, it’s hard to explain all the crazy things he’s done…”“Little Wei, that’s a War Demon,” Uncle Gun, ever the serious one, pointed out immediately. “Are you confident you can beat him?”“Heh…” Wei Wei replied with a touch of pride, “I fought War Demons many times in the training camp.”Uncle Gun grew excited: “And you won?”“I lost every single time,” Wei Wei admitted. “Once, I even had a weapon and still got beaten by a War Demon who was a rank below me.”“…”Everyone fell silent, unable to find words.“But do we have any other choice now?” Wei Wei smiled. He didn’t bother explaining that back then, he hadn’t officially embarked on the path of crimson power.“We really don’t.”It was Sen Sen who spoke first, her tone cold and direct: “If Pandora’s Box isn’t sealed soon, people in the city will start dying en masse.”As she spoke, she suddenly whistled. The sound of a motorcycle engine roared in response as her blood-flesh motorcycle climbed out of the rubble on its own. Its headlights flickered eerily as it sped toward her.Sen Sen lifted her long leg and swung onto the motorcycle. Biting down on her silver teeth, she charged toward the mall once more. Midway, she bent down to pick up her conical lance from the ground and tucked it under her arm as she surged forward with renewed ferocity.“The Order Sect… they really aren’t afraid of death,” Uncle Gun muttered under his breath as he clutched his shotgun tightly. “We can’t let her bear all the pressure alone.”With that, he leaped forward and followed her into the fray. So they’re from the Order Sect…Wei Wei had been curious about the relationship between this War Demon and the girl named Sen Sen. They didn’t seem like official members of Scrap Iron City’s peacekeeping team but rather independent superhumans. Yet this grandfather-granddaughter duo appeared to have an unbreakable bond with the team and showed extraordinary enthusiasm in many matters—more so than even official personnel.Whether it was their encounters in the wilderness or this current situation, they were more proactive than anyone else.Now it made sense.The Order Sect was one of the mysterious organizations tacitly allowed to exist after the Second Secret War. Its members came from various systems and different demon beliefs, tracing their origins back to ancient times. They had existed even during the Twelve Gods Church’s reign over the world and had refused to retreat into the wilderness after its downfall. The United Government tolerated their continued presence within Spiritual Barriers because they never violated order.They were guardians of order, dedicated to protecting its existence.However, one peculiar fact stood out: when the United Government tried to absorb them into its ranks, they refused—just as they had once rejected the Twelve Gods Church.In simple terms, they were like unpaid peacekeepers who didn’t receive salaries or benefits and whose deaths went unacknowledged.The Order Sect’s numbers were always small; Wei Wei hadn’t expected to find one in Scrap Iron City…Especially not after recalling their principles and thinking back to that old man who had willingly died under his gun.Things felt more complicated again…Oh well, he was used to it by now. Crash!As these thoughts crossed his mind, another battle erupted near the mall.Wei Wei immediately focused his attention on observing both sides’ movements carefully.In theory, no one could withstand a direct confrontation with a War Demon—this was an ironclad rule taught at training camp.But nothing was truly invincible—that was another lesson from training camp.Taking a deep breath, Wei Wei’s eyes turned blood-red as his crimson intuition activated. He meticulously noted every detail of their fight. The first to retreat was Lucky Sister.She fired her small handgun from over ten meters away—a single shot that triggered chaos inside the mall. Scaffolding ropes loosened and collapsed; part of a second-floor platform gave way under its weight. Sharp steel rods tumbled down amidst falling debris until one slab landed squarely on the War Demon’s back.But despite taking such a heavy hit directly on his body, he remained unscathed and simply sent the concrete slab flying with a powerful shove before slamming his fist into a wall.A two-meter-wide chunk of concrete broke off and hurtled toward Lucky Sister, narrowly missing her as it flew past.She glanced at it briefly before frowning and stepping back.Wei Wei could tell that Lucky Sister was only at the second stage of her Lucky Demon system. She wasn’t suited for direct combat; her sole offensive ability was a single lucky bullet. However, as someone blessed by mysterious forces, her demonic power quality was higher than most others—making her more defense-oriented. The second to be knocked aside was Little Lin—or rather pieces of him scattered across the ground after his mannequin decoy shattered under impact.Emerging from another mannequin nearby amidst broken glass shards, Little Lin hesitated about whether to rejoin the fight.Little Lin belonged to the Truth Demon system—a sequence known for its peculiar traits:At stage one: believing anything anyone said.At stage two: gaining unparalleled deception abilities capable of fooling individuals or even large groups.At stage three: accessing partial truths hidden beneath complex facades through truth retrospection—a significant advantage in intelligence gathering but not much help offensively.Truth Demons were often mistaken for Fraud Demons early on due to their deceptive abilities… Currently holding their ground were Uncle Gun and Sen Sen.Uncle Gun—at stage three of his Order Demon system—relied on precise movements to exploit weak points in his opponent’s defenses from various angles using near-perfect techniques bordering on ruthless efficiency…But against a War Demon’s overwhelming strength? Precision meant little when brute force reigned supreme; Uncle Gun gained no advantage despite his efforts.Meanwhile…Sen Sen—now helmetless—displayed extraordinary combat willpower as she repeatedly launched attacks against their fourth-stage opponent despite being outmatched in both strength and speed yet showing no signs of fear whatsoever…Only among War Demons could such courage exist where lower-ranked members dared challenge higher-ranked ones within their own system—a phenomenon rarely seen elsewhere due to high-tier demons’ natural suppression over lower-tier counterparts across most systems… “It seems I’ll have to put my training camp lessons into practice…”Wei Wei sighed deeply before calling out to Little Lin:“Could you grab something for me?”“…What?”Little Lin looked puzzled. “I’m kind of busy here…”Wei Wei smiled. “You’re not really helping much in this situation anyway, but this thing is really important.”Little Lin gave him a resentful look but eventually agreed.Meanwhile, Wei Wei moved to the other side of the mall, crouching behind an abandoned car. He turned to Lucky Sister and said, “I need some luck.”Lucky Sister, who had been staring at the battle at the mall entrance with despair, looked completely dejected. Her face was filled with disappointment as she muttered to herself:“I’m just a woman with nothing but luck and beauty… Why didn’t I focus on finding someone to marry instead of hanging around with them all the time?”“Luck will run out one day, and beauty will fade with age…”“I really should’ve settled down before my chest started sagging…” Lucky Demons often experienced intense self-doubt and depression when their abilities were overused or when they encountered setbacks during missions. Hearing Wei Wei’s words, she only glanced at him weakly before nodding silently. Wei Wei took a deep breath, biting into his palm until blood flowed freely. He gripped his black short gun tightly with both hands.Blood began to seep into the gun, crimson threads writhing and coiling around its surface. The more blood that flowed, the more grotesque and terrifying the gun became—its barrel lengthened, its frame expanded, and its design grew increasingly sinister.From the dark muzzle emanated a strange aura, as if something malevolent was brewing within—gathering strength rapidly.“This ability…”Lucky Sister looked surprised at first but quickly became indifferent again. “Why would I care about someone’s ability if I’m not planning to get married?” One second… two seconds… three seconds… five seconds…As the crimson threads poured in, the power within the black short gun grew increasingly terrifying. At that moment, the War Demon standing at the mall entrance seemed to sense something amiss. His eyes narrowed warily as he glanced outside. With a sweep of his arm, he sent Sen Sen flying before reaching into a concrete wall to pull out a steel rod.With a forceful bend, he straightened the rod into a spear-like shape and hurled it toward Wei Wei without even looking.The air seemed to tear apart as the steel rod flew straight toward Wei Wei’s position with pinpoint accuracy.War Demons possessed terrifying battle instincts—attempting to ambush them in direct combat was nearly impossible. “So he won’t leave the mall entrance after all,” Wei Wei thought to himself.At that moment, he confirmed one thing:The War Demon’s orders were clearly to protect Pandora’s Box inside the mall. He had designated the mall as his war domain, ensuring that anyone attempting to enter from any angle would be detected immediately. However, because he had established this domain, he couldn’t leave it freely—even if there was an external threat. “Lucky Sister…” Wei Wei called out softly.The steel rod was already hurtling toward him, but he didn’t move. Any movement would slow down the accumulation of his crimson energy—and disrupt his aim.Lucky Sister reacted instinctively—or perhaps obediently given her current state of mind. Depressed individuals often lacked initiative and tended to rely on others for direction.Without hesitation, she rushed to Wei Wei’s side and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the cheek.“Lucky Kiss!”Through this kiss, she transferred a significant portion of her luck into him. Wei Wei felt two soft mounds press against his back and couldn’t help but think that Lucky Sister really didn’t need to be so self-deprecating…At the same time, his eyes narrowed in focus.The steel rod hurtling toward him glowed red-hot from air friction—it seemed destined to pierce through the car in front of him and then through his body. Yet inexplicably, Wei Wei felt an unshakable confidence that no matter how deadly it appeared, it wouldn’t harm him in the slightest.So he remained still—continuing to channel crimson energy into his weapon. Clang!Sure enough—the steel rod pierced through the car but struck some internal components that altered its trajectory. It grazed past Wei Wei’s side before embedding itself deep into the wall behind him. Ten seconds!At that moment, blood-red light filled Wei Wei’s eyes as his crimson gun roared like a demon unleashed.He pulled the trigger! Boom!A beam of blood-red energy shot forth instantly—faster than any bullet—heading straight for the War Demon.The devastating blast seemed almost timeless in its speed—but incredibly—the War Demon still managed to react in time. Or perhaps it wasn't a conscious reaction but pure instinct; with a swift motion, he raised his armored arm across his chest just as the blood beam approached.It seemed like he would block it—but Uncle Gun reacted even faster than either of them. Uncle Gun stepped back slightly and aimed his shotgun with precision—firing two shells directly at the War Demon’s raised arm.Though they couldn’t penetrate his skin’s defenses, they knocked his arm off course—leaving his chest exposed.In that split second—the blood beam struck true—piercing through his chest and leaving behind a gaping wound. Success!