“A ‘Magician’ Man-Monkey…?” Yan Zhichun asked with some confusion.

“Yes, the Magician,” Zheng Yingxiong nodded. “You do know him, after all, he and ‘Karma’ are friends.”

“Why does this kid talk so strangely…?” Yan Zhichun looked at Zheng Yingxiong with some puzzlement. “What do you mean by ‘Karma’…?”

“I don’t need to know your names,” Zheng Yingxiong said again. “For example, the moment I met you, I knew you were ‘Heart Seizer.’ This ability should be useful to you all. You’ll really need me.”

After hearing this, Yan Zhichun was slightly stunned. She felt the boy before her did indeed have some skill.

While it was true that she was “Heart Seizer,” due to her extremely proficient control over her “Echo,” even the giant bell couldn’t identify her. Yet she never imagined that the little boy in front of her would expose it in a single sentence.

A barely perceptible flash of inspiration crossed Yan Zhichun’s mind. She quickly lowered her head and asked:

“Little brother, how did you learn about our ‘Echoes’?”

“I can smell the scent on your bodies,” Zheng Yingxiong said. “Each person has their own unique scent, and what you call ‘Echoes’ also have corresponding names. Distinguishing the scent on each person’s body is my ability.”

Zheng Yingxiong spoke eloquently to Yan Zhichun, introducing himself as if in an interview.

After hearing this, Yan Zhichun slowly narrowed her eyes. Identifying “Echoes” through a person’s scent—she had never heard of such a bizarre ability, but looking at it now… wasn’t this ability just perfect?

She turned to glance at Jiang Ruoxue, as if wanting to say something, but Jiang Ruoxue didn’t understand.

“Uh… that look…” Jiang Ruoxue was stunned. “Zhichun… do you want to recruit this child… at this critical moment…?”

“Yes…” Yan Zhichun said. “Although joining ‘Extreme Path’ now is no different from direct suicide… even for suicide, you have to choose a comfortable tool, right?”

After hearing this, Jiang Ruoxue frowned and pondered for a while before speaking, “Zhichun, I’m not trying to deny you, but can you tell me exactly what we’re going to do when all of ‘Extreme Path’ gathers?”

“Why do we need a little boy who can identify ‘Echo’ types to join us?” Jiang Ruoxue asked again.

Yan Zhichun paused for a long time but still didn’t say “we’re going to destroy the giant bell and the display screen.”

After all, according to what Baiyang said in “Silence” at the time, if the upper levels learned of this plan, someone would definitely come forward to stop it. After all, the existence of the display screen and giant bell was also beneficial to the upper levels—they wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.

Even though Qi Xia said Qinglong was already on his side, she still didn’t dare gamble.

Qinglong stood on Qi Xia’s side, but would he stand on “Extreme Path’s” side?

Even if Qinglong could guarantee Qi Xia’s safety, he might not necessarily guarantee the safety of all “Extreme Path” members.

If the plan went wrong in the slightest, people she was close to—whether Jiang Ruoxue, Zhou Mo, Old Sun, or Auntie Tong—would all die.

This gamble was too difficult to wager on.

After all, Yan Zhichun had met Qinglong once before. That madman, no matter how you looked at it, didn’t seem like someone who could be reasoned with… he would make decisions arbitrarily based on his own preferences.

“I can’t say,” Yan Zhichun answered. “Ruoxue… but I really have my own considerations. The entire ‘Extreme Path’ is about to enter a state of deafness and blindness. This child will be the ‘lamp’ for all of us. This is simply the ‘Trolley Problem’… if he comes, we might survive, but he himself will die. How would you choose?”

Jiang Ruoxue was silent for a while, then looked at Zheng Yingxiong.

Yan Zhichun also knew this matter was fraught with danger, so she bent down, placed her hands on Zheng Yingxiong’s shoulders, and said, “Child, I need to explain the situation to you in advance. If after hearing it you still feel you want to join ‘Extreme Path,’ then I’ll respect your choice.”

“No need to explain the situation,” Zheng Yingxiong shook his head. “The worst that can happen here is disappearing. I prepared myself for that many years ago.”

“You…”

“‘Heart Seizer,'” Zheng Yingxiong called out. “I just saw you enter Qi Xia’s room… does this organization have a connection with him?”

Yan Zhichun didn’t answer, only looked at Zheng Yingxiong with profound eyes, seemingly contemplating something.

“Your scent tells me I guessed correctly,” Zheng Yingxiong said again. “You may not know my determination. He is your ‘master,’ and he is also the ‘master’ I acknowledge. I’m willing to bow before him and execute his plans. Even if I die on this path, it doesn’t matter. Even though this place has already become so unbearable, I have people I must save, and I have my own vision of ‘Heaven.'”

After hearing this, Yan Zhichun blinked, then turned to look at Jiang Ruoxue and asked, “Has this kid always been like this?”

“Don’t call me kid,” Zheng Yingxiong said. “I’m a hero. I will protect everyone.”

The brief self-introduction left Yan Zhichun not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“Zhichun, he’s more mature than you imagine, because he’s a ‘seed’ from ‘Jade City,'” Jiang Ruoxue said. “He’s experienced despair that none of us have gone through.”

Hearing the two words “seed,” Yan Zhichun understood.

“No wonder the Man-Monkey spoke to you that way… after all, you carry the hopes of an entire city,” Yan Zhichun nodded, then asked with a serious expression, “Child, what is your ‘ultimate goal’?”

“My ultimate goal is to liberate this ‘prison,'” he said. “If possible, I want everyone to return to the normal world. No matter what kind of person they are… I don’t want them to continue suffering here. For this goal, many people around me stayed behind, but they used their last strength to push me forward, so I’m destined to die on the path ahead.”

“Good…” Yan Zhichun nodded. “Now you are ‘Extreme Path.’ Our goal is to protect this place. The password is ‘Long Live Extreme Path.’ Normally you would need to use the password to recognize other members, but not anymore. You’ll meet them very soon.”

Zheng Yingxiong looked at Yan Zhichun, silent for a long time, then slowly said, “Alright.”

Just as Yan Zhichun was about to end the conversation, she seemed to think of something and asked, “Yingxiong, you said your memories have been preserved for a long time… specifically, how long?”

“Over ten years,” Zheng Yingxiong said. “But I can’t remember exactly, because at first I had no concept of time, so I didn’t accurately record it.”

Hearing this answer, Yan Zhichun frowned and asked, “Then… do you remember things from about twelve years ago?”