The trembling Chiyuan gradually calmed down, as if pacified by something.

The magma in Chiyuan did not extinguish, but the fire did not spread outward either.

They only collected into a thin line, flowing down from a high place and converging into a magma pool deep in Chiyuan.

The temperature of the magma pool should have been extremely high, but it was as if there was an invisible barrier above the pool.

The treetops on both sides of the rock wall were covered in snow, echoing the magma from afar. The snow could even remain unmelted.

"Click."

Xiao Zheng snapped back to reality and glared at the field agent next to him taking photos. "No posting pictures on social media!"

The field agent put away his phone and explained, "No, Director Xiao, I just think that the shape of the magma pool looks like the tattoo on Director Xuan's forehead."

Xiao Zheng: "..."

His "tattoo" was even vividly colored.

"That's our clan emblem, thank you very much!"

Meanwhile, the dark and ominous sacrificial text that had been surging in the earth's veins disappeared at the same time.

The wildly dancing vines that had been attempting to attack the helicopter drooped down, and the overgrown plants lay still, forming a green carpet on the ground.

Wang Ze waved his hand and listened intently to the voice from the central dispatch for a while before turning to the others and saying, "Everyone, we just received news that the Vermilion Bird totem captured by the satellite has disappeared."

Yan Qiushan immediately turned to his colleagues and said, "Restart the energy detector!"

"Yes, energy detector restarting, instrument running normally."

"Abnormal energy levels continue to decline..."

"Report, it has declined to below the alert line."

"No threatening abnormal energy detected within range."

The entire crew breathed a sigh of relief. The young soldier lowered his weapon, and the ordinary and special ability individuals in the room looked at each other, relieved that the crisis had passed.

Wang Ze cleared his throat and said, "The target location is a safe distance of one kilometer away. Our brothers who came to support us should retreat first. Special operatives, put on your protective gear and follow me. Thank you for your hard work!"

The pilot's voice came through the headphones, "Wow... it's like a fantasy movie, and we are the actors... You guys..."

When the chaos and explosions were happening just now, they didn't feel it, but now that everything has quieted down, the awkwardness and distance between them and these "flying and burrowing" special abilities, who are not of their kind, have suddenly become apparent.

The pilot didn't know how to address these special abilities, so he stumbled through his words, "Do you guys face these things every day at work?"

Wang Ze, perhaps afraid of being transferred to a less exciting department in the future, quickly explained, "No, don't worry. We don't usually deal with such big ones. We just handle ordinary small monsters and catch a few small groups that use their special abilities to commit fraud during holidays to meet our department's KPI..."

Yan Qiushan relaxed his injured leg, leaned back, and listened to him ramble on.

He couldn't help but scold him like he used to, "Wang Ze, you're talking nonsense again!"

The pilot smiled tightly, the ice not quite broken despite Wang Ze's attempts to be cute.

But he could tell the other was trying to make conversation, so out of politeness, he responded, "Your name is also Wang Ze? I had a classmate with the same name in high school, what a coincidence."

Wang Ze shrugged and played along, "My parents are uneducated, so they gave me a common name. There are duplicates everywhere. Which high school did you attend?"

"Oh, I went to Yong'an Third Middle School," the pilot replied cautiously, searching for a place to land the helicopter. "You may not have heard of it, since you're a special ability talents. You probably didn't attend a regular school when you were younger."

Yong'an Third Middle School...such a familiar place.

The mother who had remarried was screaming hysterically, her words still ringing in his ears: "I went through so much trouble to get your household registration transferred to Yong'an, so you could attend a top school. But you don't study well and have even developed... developed the same problems as those people!"

Not only did he develop the same problems as "those people," but his academic performance was also not good.

Wang Ze was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but laugh.

"What a coincidence, I also went to Yong'an Third Middle School," he reached out his hand and reconciled with the distant runaway teenager in his heart, "but my grades were too poor. I didn't even get my graduation certificate. Yes, I'm from the 2001 class, and you are..."

The helicopter shook.

Then, all the members of the crew heard a voice in their earphones: "Are you the legendary Wang Ze who filled the entire physics test paper in Class 3 and only got a score of four?"

Wang Ze: "..."

While Yan Qiushan was on the phone with Xiao Zheng, he heard this scream and forgot what he was going to say.

He felt like the entire Bureau of Paranormal Control had been embarrassed by this cursed koi fish.

The special ability users who couldn't find anything to say in front of ordinary people didn't want to be represented by this person and all turned on their microphones.

"Listen to me explain, our Bureau is also a legitimate organization. We had to recruit some special abilities because the Security Department was lacking in water-based abilities. Otherwise, people with this level of education wouldn't have been able to get in - I got a score of 208 on the science section of the college entrance exam and graduated with a legitimate 985 degree!"

"I found out I had special abilities halfway through my PhD and since I couldn't finish my thesis and didn't have a job, I took this opportunity to come and work here."

"I'm a few years older than you guys. When I was young, my family didn't have the means to support my education, so I had to drop out and work. It was because of economic reasons, not because I wasn't good at studying. Now that I have money, I'm studying on my own and only need to pass one more exam to get my degree. When I get a little older, I won't have to go out on field assignments anymore. I can resign from the bureau and become an accountant."

The mountain breeze swept past the remnants of the Vermilion Bird totem, slowing down as it encountered the chatter of these people along the way.

It seemed reluctant to leave the joyous atmosphere and only dispersed into the forest after a while.

While the daytime in the Western Hemisphere was chaotic, the nighttime in the Eastern Hemisphere passed quietly.

A crisis that few people knew about had passed silently.

People woke up and began to argue, protest, appeal, and become suspicious.

After understanding what a "special ability person" is, two factions quickly emerged: the "anti-special ability group" and the "equality advocates," each with their own symbols and regulations.

The two sides exchanged insults as if they had a deep-seated hatred for each other, while the majority of people followed the waves of argument, sometimes leaning towards one side, sometimes towards the other, going with the flow.

Within a week, extreme "anti-special ability" incidents began to occur all over the world - thugs carrying mithril weapons suddenly rushed into public places and fired wildly at the crowds.

However, they didn't hit anyone.

Firstly, there aren't that many special ability people in the world, and even if there were, shooting randomly without knowing who is a special ability person would result in the mithril bullets being blocked by ordinary people.

The panic caused by the incident resulted in several stampedes, injuring many people.

Suddenly, 'anti-special abilities group' became synonymous with 'brain-dead' and 'terrorists.' On the other hand, the special ability users received a wave of sympathy - they were born with their abilities, just like gender and race, and discriminating against them is politically incorrect, isn't it?