All of them were level 10. All had completed their class transitions.
And all of them were assassins.
To be fair, even if the dozen of them attacked together, Wang Xian could flatten them without breaking a sweat. Their blades might as well be sticks for all the damage they'd do to his defense.
But this wasn't just a random encounter.
These weren't bandits. They were agents of Division Seven—the Long Kingdom Security Bureau, a black-ops department formed to deal with national threats in the age of digitalization.
Wang Xian smiled thinly. "Gentlemen, I'm pretty sure I haven't broken any laws lately."
The man at the front, a stone-faced middle-aged agent, stepped forward and began reading from a tablet.
"Wang Xian. Male. Age 24. Graduate of Tianjin University. Settled in Tianjin, sold your apartment a year ago. Returned to your hometown. Opened a farm. Centipedes, rats, cockroaches, worms."
He glanced up.
"Killed a goblin boss. Triggered a world announcement. Ring any bells?"
Wang Xian raised an eyebrow, smirking. "That's all accurate. Not illegal though, is it?"
"We're not here about legality," the agent said coldly. "We're here because you pose a potential threat to the Dragon Kingdom."
Wang Xian chuckled. "What, farming bugs makes me dangerous now?"
The agent didn't laugh.
"This way, please."
Wang Xian considered resisting. He'd win, easily. But there was no point. He'd expected something like this eventually—he just hadn't thought they'd come straight to the wetland park.
He sighed and turned to Cheng Yao.
"This silly girl too?" he asked, pointing at her. She was mid-bite, frozen, chewing in confusion like a deer in headlights.
The agent looked her over, then shook his head. "No need."
In truth, if she wanted to leave, they couldn't stop her anyway. If she died, she could resurrect anywhere she'd been before.
Wang Xian didn't say goodbye. He simply turned and walked toward the path.
Division Seven followed him silently.
Cheng Yao remained there, the meat still hanging from her mouth, stunned.
It wasn't until long after he was gone that she finally snapped out of it.
"Wait a minute…" she muttered. "Wang Xian? That's… That's the Xian Wang?! The one from the forum?!"
She tried to message him.
Request denied.
Her hands curled into fists.
"UNCLE! YOU LIED TO ME AGAIN!!!"
The Interrogation Room
"Why did you sell your house in Tianjin and retreat to the countryside?" the agent asked, arms crossed.
"City life's stressful," Wang Xian said, relaxed despite the handcuffs chaining him to the chair. "Wanted to raise bugs and slow down."
"You realize your name came up on multiple watchlists?" the agent said. "We don't take potential threats lightly."
"I killed a goblin boss. What do you want me to say? Sorry for being too good?"
The agent's face hardened. "Cut the crap, Wang Xian. You're holding back something. What's the real story?"
Wang Xian smiled lazily. "I already wrote it down for you. Didn't you read it?"
"You mean that nonsense about dreams?"
"What would you prefer?" Wang Xian leaned forward. "That I'm a reborn from the future?"
The room fell silent.
The agent's eyes narrowed. "You mocking me?"
"You think the dream explanation's stupid—but you'd believe rebirth?" Wang Xian laughed.
The agent scowled. "You won't be laughing much longer. You're not leaving this room until we get the truth."
Wang Xian sighed and glanced down at the steel cuffs. "Really? You think these little toys are going to keep me in here?"
Before the agent could reply, metal snapped.
The reinforced shackles groaned—then shattered like brittle twigs in Wang Xian's hands.
The sound was sharp, final.
The agent's expression broke. He stared, stunned, at the broken restraints.
290 defense. That's what it took to crack them.
Wang Xian stood up.
"I told you," he said calmly, brushing dust off his sleeves. "Lunch is waiting."
The agent recovered quickly and snapped his fingers.
BAM.
The steel door burst open.
Half a dozen armed men stormed in—tactical gear, visors, and military-grade thermal weapons aimed squarely at Wang Xian's head and chest.
"DON'T MOVE!"
"I haven't moved," Wang Xian replied innocently.
These weren't toys. These weapons hit with 200–300 attack power. For most people, they were instant-death.
But Wang Xian?
370 defense. Untouched.
If he added his unspent stat points… he'd be pushing over 500. Sniper rifles wouldn't even tickle.
The agent stepped forward, pride in his stance. "Now you understand. We can keep you here."
Wang Xian slowly stepped toward one of the soldiers.
"Do you?"
The soldier tensed, finger on the trigger.
Wang Xian struck like a whip.
SLAP—CLACK!
He grabbed the man's hands, twisted the weapon toward himself—and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
DING!
The bullet hit his chest and bounced. It didn't leave a scratch.
Wang Xian caught it mid-fall, held it up between two fingers, and dropped it on the floor with a metallic clink.
He stared the agent dead in the eye.
A cold, mocking smile curved on his lips.
"My lord… times have changed."