Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 457: The End Of The War (Part 3)

Chapter 457: The End Of The War (Part 3)

Mr. Lin’s expression grew more serious, "We can’t be sure the guarding mutated creature will remain confined there forever. In fact, after this attack from the high-level mutated creatures, we have to question whether something has happened to the guarding creature, whether it has something to do with its ability to leave that specific area, and this possibility is as high as 80%."

"Are you concerned that when the guarding mutated creature can leave that area, its strength might surpass Level 15?"

Amalia’s eyes gleamed with understanding.

To be honest, Mr. Lin realized Amalia knew more than he had anticipated.

Since the conversation had reached this point, there was no point in hiding anything.

"Beyond Level 15, or the Peak of Tier 1 we’re unsure what lies ahead. Over the years, many have been stuck at this point, unable to break through. Whatever comes next will be a qualitative leap, and there is no Tier 1 Peak Stage spiritual cultivators will be able to match it."

Amalia spoke softly, "Is it an immortal?"

Mr. Lin said cautiously, "Perhaps."

If even Mr. Lin wasn’t sure, it seemed the higher-ups in Fruit Country also had no idea what lay beyond the Tier 1 Peak Stage.

"I don’t have any further questions for now. Thank you, Mr. Lin." Amalia still couldn’t bring herself to call him "Dad."

She nudged Kenny Lin, "Your turn."

"Me?" Kenny Lin raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was referring to.

Before they came here, had he mentioned asking the old man anything?

"Don’t you think there’s something you should confess to your father?" Amalia countered.

Kenny Lin immediately fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, Mr. Lin became curious and even wanted to give his youngest son a little hint.

Noting his confused expression, Amalia knew it might take him a long time to figure things out on his own, possibly even until next year.

She decided to remind him, "Your identity."

Kenny Lin looked at Mr. Lin’s expectant expression and couldn’t help but roll his eyes, "Wife, you’re too naive. Do you really think this old man doesn’t know anything?"

Mr. Lin quickly averted his gaze, feeling uncomfortable.

Amalia responded calmly, "Even if your father already knows, as a son, shouldn’t you tell him by yourself to put his mind at ease?"

"Alright, since you’re insisting, as your boyfriend who cares about you, I’ll fulfill all your requests."

Kenny Lin shrugged, not forgetting to earn some points for himself.

After speaking, he turned around to Mr. Lin, "Old man, why don’t you explain?"

Mr. Lin cleared his throat, "Are you referring to the identity of the Demon Slayer?"

Amalia paused, "..."

"Although I didn’t know about it at the beginning, I had my suspicions later. If you’re worried about his identity being exposed and used against him, you can rest assured. With me here, even if he did commit murder, no one would dare to touch him. At worst, it would only harm his reputation." Mr. Lin assumed Amalia was worried about his son’s safety.

Kenny Lin gave Amalia a triumphant smile.

"I understand," Amalia replied solemnly.

They clearly weren’t on the same page, which was typical for the Lin family.

As they left Mr. Lin, Amalia turned around to say something to Kenny Lin but noticed his eyes had changed.

Before entering, his eyes color were still black.

"Are your eyes changing color more quickly the more you kill?"

Kenny Lin was momentarily taken aback and touched his eyes, "Are they turning red again? Baby, you really have such a sharp eye."

The change in his eyes was very subtle and not easily noticeable by people.

"I’m not in the mood to joke with you," Amalia frowned inwardly.

They couldn’t stay here forever; sooner or later, they would have to face the situation ahead.

As Fruit City No.1 became more and more stable, Amalia and Kenny Lin had no choice but to leave.

Ruben Lin was reluctant to let them go, but he and his grandfather had to stay behind to maintain the order.

Their departure meant that he wouldn’t see his little uncle for a long time, so Ruben Lin took a different approach and sought out Amalia to persuade her to stay.

Amalia easily saw through his intentions and realized that he was trying to convince her to keep Kenny Lin as well.

Although she sympathized with him, she also admired his dedication.

Ruben Lin is still young and has the potential to choose a brighter and more splendid future for himself, yet he selflessly chooses to stay in Fruit City No.1.

Such a decision is not something that tthe average person can make.

"We will be back," Amalia said.

Despite her sympathy and admiration, it couldn’t change her determination to leave.

She had many tasks ahead of her.

Ruben Lin sighed, knowing there was little hope.

He escorted them to the city gates, and only after they disappeared from his view did he turn back.

The hovercraft had already been taken back by the school, and Amalia and Kenny Lin didn’t bother using it again.

They flew back directly, faster than the hovercraft.

The landscape of the Fruit Country passed beneath their feet.

For the first time, Amalia earnestly looked down at the land from a high altitude.

The mutation in Earth, where changes that would have taken millions of years to occur, had happened in less than a thousand years, leaving the land scarred and the mountains and rivers altered.

Perhaps it was the trace of blood in her body influencing her thoughts, but Amalia never felt like she truly belonged to this world.

She never felt a strong connection to the changes on Earth.

However, now it seemed her mindset was gradually shifting.

"I hope the future can bring a glimmer of hope," Amalia thought with some melancholy as she considered returning to the royal durian capital city.

It had only been twenty minutes.

Compared to the atmosphere in the central disaster zone which was rich with spiritual energy, the air in the royal durian capital city was much more polluted.

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