Chapter 635: Chapter 599: Do You Understand the Meaning of Life? Do You Really Want... to Live?

To return to the Upper City, he must achieve merits that draw his family’s attention.

Such merit cannot be achieved how well he manages things in the Lower City, like handling the Patrol Office exceptionally well.

These are all futile efforts; even if he manages the Patrol Office in Zone 9 to be the best in the Lower City, it’s of no use.

You maintain the order in the Lower City, not the Upper City. What does your merit have to do with the Upper City?

Moreover, he can’t possibly achieve it either.

The Special Agent understands this principle very well in his heart.

His status as a Special Agent of the Upper City sounds grand, representing the will of the Upper City, overseeing everything in the Lower City.

But in reality?

It’s enough to fool others, but don’t deceive yourself.

His power could be great or small, highly flexible.

To some extent, it’s infinitely large, but also infinitely small.

To put it more clearly, if he really wants to achieve some political performance, his power will be compressed to infinitely small, but if he just idles, enjoys life, then his power could expand to infinitely large.

In short, the conventional path is not feasible; the only way he might achieve merit is capturing a living Evil Sacrifice parasitic entity.

A single Evil Sacrifice parasitic entity would undoubtedly be contested as a strategic resource in the Upper City.

It wasn’t always this way.

But ever since a few months ago, when Destiny’s Thirteen Seats virtually emptied their nest to attack the Upper City Council, displaying various terrifying might and causing the Event of Heaven’s Collapse.

The importance of Evil Sacrifice has been elevated to an unprecedented height.

Researching Evil Sacrifice, understanding Evil Sacrifice, controlling Evil Sacrifice... This has become the unspoken consensus of the Upper City Council and the major families.

In short, the Evil Sacrifice Race!

Of course, there is still a chasm between the Evil Sacrifice and the Evil Sacrifice parasitic entity!

But the problem is that not everyone can capture the Evil Sacrifice itself.

Anyway, with the Special Agent’s capabilities, he absolutely couldn’t have any improper thoughts about the Evil Sacrifice itself.

He’s aware of his own limitations; he’s not a madman.

He wants to return to the Upper City, not seek death.

But he doesn’t dare to have thoughts about the Evil Sacrifice; an Evil Sacrifice parasitic entity that presents itself is another matter altogether.

Moreover, it’s a wild juvenile form.

However, reality dealt him a harsh slap.

All his subordinates were useless!

After so long chasing, they still couldn’t even catch a glimpse of Mask.

This, beyond anger, left him with a deep sense of powerlessness.

But now things are different; failing to capture Mask is no longer important.

He can find a way to manufacture Mask himself, as long as this Sheepskin Scroll can be verified as genuine.

The Special Agent’s fingertips gently caressed the Sheepskin Scroll, the eyes behind the glasses seemingly burning with fire:

"How does one Mask compare to ten Masks? A single Evil Sacrifice parasitic entity is enough for my transfer back to the Upper City, but if I can continuously produce Evil Sacrifice parasitic entities, then I..."

He is no longer just capturing a single Evil Sacrifice parasitic entity; he is now creating a production line for Evil Sacrifice parasitic entities.

Thus, many thoughts that he never dared to hope for are now, like wild grass on a wasteland, growing crazily within his mind.

"Huff... huff..."

The Special Agent’s breathing became increasingly heavy, his chest heaving violently.

He lowered his head, once again gazing at that twisted, eerie "human face" on the Sheepskin Scroll.

Under the lamplight, the smile hooking the corners of his mouth gradually twisted and turned hideous, seemingly unconsciously overlapping with the face on the Sheepskin Scroll.

"The process of sacrifice is very troublesome, moreover, not just once but several times; the first time requires a qualified sacrifice, the second requires ten, and the third requires 50...."

"On top of that, each sacrifice requires feeding a great deal of iron?"

The Special Agent’s eyes flickered uncertainly.

After a while, the Special Agent rolled up the Sheepskin Scroll and tucked it inside his breast pocket for close keeping.

He stood up, smoothing his expensive suit, which had developed some creases from the prolonged sitting.

"Click."

The Special Agent slowly pulled open the study door.

The maid waiting outside immediately presented freshly opened red wine.

The Special Agent took a gentle sip, his gaze lightly sweeping over the maid, and he smiled, saying: "1."

The maid, unable to hear, withdrew respectfully.

The Special Agent wandered back and forth inside the villa, counting softly to himself:

"2, 3, 4, 5...."

It was interesting; he had lived in this villa for so long but had not learned exactly how many servants resided here. Today was his first time properly looking at them.

It took him two minutes.

The Special Agent strolled around inside the villa, his eyes pausing on each servant’s face with unprecedented focus.

The servants didn’t know what happened, only inexplicably feeling that today, the "Master" looked at them with particularly tender eyes.

Yes, the service philosophy of a top-tier housekeeping company is to offer clients the ultimate enjoyment as if they were its masters.

Especially for prestigious long-term clients like the Special Agent, the servants’ professional ethics indeed allow the "Master" to do as they wish.

After all, whether the "Master" does or doesn’t do something, the housecleaning company’s salary already covers 113 "additional services."

The Special Agent had never requested these services before, but today, perhaps he wished to?

The most beautiful maid, Cuihua, her eyes lit up, realizing perhaps her chance had arrived.

She purposefully approached the Special Agent, sauntering into his sight, and while bending over to wipe the table, making sure to thrust out her hips provocatively.

Because she couldn’t speak or hear, she was particularly adept at reading people’s eyes and observed the burning desire hidden in the Special Agent’s gaze towards everyone.