Hyperthermal Hell || Apocalypse Paradise #1 [Complete]

97: The Choice of a Growth-type Posthuman

When Lin Sanjiu considered what had happened on that day in retrospect, she couldn't help wondering if everything would have turned out differently if she had thrust her forehead forward.

However, she knew that the idea of using her forehead to touch his hand was just oversimplifying things. The truth was that she didn't even dare to move when his finger was pointing at her.

No one held her back or restricted her movement, but when she stood in front of Puppeteer, she sensed the underlying aura that the man exuded. She felt as if she was looking at a monster in an abyss, one that hid in a dark mist showing only its silhouette. Frightened, her legs turned wobbly simply by looking at him directly.

Lin Sanjiu lost all courage to move.

Puppeteer had no intention of pressuring her. He looked at her indifferently; it was obvious that his main focus wasn't even on her. That short interlude of his discovery of her Versu Poison only delayed him for a few seconds. Lin Sanjiu only noticed the red ring on his finger when he withdrew his hand. He took off the ring and pressed it against her forehead, carefully avoiding her skin. Once it touched her head, he sighed. "You're not a consular officer. I was betting my stakes on you..."

From his reaction, he had probably recognized her face from when he had seen her peering out of the container.

The ring was most likely a testing device that could help him identify a consular officer. With that, it must be much easier for him. Lin Sanjiu eyed it for a second before she gathered her courage and said, "Lor... Lord Puppeteer." She greeted him the same way as Shen Lianqi.

Puppeteer walked past her without looking back, acknowledging her with a short, "Hm?" Meanwhile, he pressed the ring to Hu Changzai's forehead in the same manner. A mannequin immediately stepped forward and stood right in front of Lin Sanjiu.

"The consular officer in this region has died..." The image of Fang Dan sitting on the ground with a knife sticking out from her stomach flashed past Lin Sanjiu's mind. She took a deep breath, trying her best to ignore the mannequin standing in front of her. "I saw it with my own eyes."

Puppeteer froze for a second.

"Is that so?" He maintained his mild, cordial tone as he turned his gold-dusted eyes toward Lin Sanjiu. "Why didn't you say that when I asked?"

Her heart dropped for a second, but thinking that it wasn't that serious, she opened her mouth, wanting to explain herself. Just then, she caught a glimpse of Shen Lianqi's face. His face now looked ten times gloomier than before. Her heart froze, and her words got stuck in her throat.

"Since you addressed me as Lord, you should know my temperament." Puppeteer maintained his tranquil expression. "You made me stand on the stage like an idiot while you quietly kept that answer in your stomach. Are you mocking me?"

"That... was not..."

The situation seemed dire.

Lin Sanjiu regretted her action, her body fully tensing. Unexpectedly, Puppeteer ignored her and walked to the next person.

'From this reaction, this guy doesn't seem so tyrannical after all...' Just as this thought surfaced in Lin Sanjiu's mind, she heard someone mutter in a tearful voice, "Shit..."

It belonged to Shen Lianqi.

"What's wrong?" Lin Sanjiu asked quickly.

Shen Lianqi looked at her with a complex expression. "Considering Pu— Lord Puppeteer's temper, don't you know what it means if he just lets you off the hook?"

Lin Sanjiu did not know what that meant at all.

Staring back at her ignorant face, Shen Lianqi stomped his leg and exclaimed, "You may look intelligent but... Oh God, you're stupid! We're all dead meat to Puppeteer. That's why he didn't even bother dealing with you...