Due to the actual existence of the End Witch, Yvette began to believe to some extent that the end might truly come from divine descent. At this moment, the “God Transformation” of Black Tower Pharmaceuticals and the “Corruption Seed” of Lin Tui Bio turned into rather suspicious “annihilation engines.”
Now, with the two little girls missing and a suspected aberration monster appearing in the park, the fact that this monster had inexplicably vanished—whether it was dead or had left willingly—could only help her conclude that it was most likely Zero and One.
However, over the years, she had gained a solid understanding of her abilities and had never found any ability to create or control aberrant beings.
Did this mean that this was One’s ability?
What connection did she have with the End Witch?
If there was none, that would be fine. But if there was…
Did she borrow the power of the evil god, receiving its blessings, or was she perhaps the evil god to emerge later on?
Or, like many tragic tales in fantasy, did she ultimately become the vessel for the descent of an evil god?
Back then, she had done the same on forums, making predictive posts, where she would post all possible outcomes for each esports match segment. After the results came out, she would delete the incorrect ones, thus becoming a great prophet.
Ah, those were some not-so-glorious pasts… Yvette thought, before suddenly recalling another matter.
When at the Abyss Base, she had seen the last words of the Black Tower Pharmaceutical’s granddaughter, “Aiselin Omega.”
In it, she claimed that the “God Transformation” at the Abyss Base had not leaked, asserting that the mutations originated from the sea.
Could this now be classified as a scam?
With Zero and One having escaped, it was likely that aberrant beings were now rampant in the Rustbone slaver camp, so how could they still claim there was no leakage?
However, it could be confirmed from the information at the time that during the 21 years since the original participants joined the Transformation Plan, the end had not yet arrived. Thus, the true arrival of the end might be many years later, possibly several decades from now.
In such a lengthy timeframe, indeed, many variables could arise. Was it possible that Zero and One were captured again afterward?
After a short while, Yvette brought the 13 rescued individuals to the entrance of the industrial park and called the 18 people from the woods over, counting their numbers.
This meant 3.1 million credits!
Yvette felt satisfied, her gaze toward Donnell and the others growing increasingly warm, as if she were looking at walking stacks of cash.
Then, with further searching, the survivors drove the transport vehicles within the industrial park out, taking advantage of the night to head straight for the Firth and the customs of the United New Eden.
In the early morning hours, the normally darkened building of the United New Eden Customs and Border Protection Agency was once again brightly lit due to unexpected circumstances.
In the tea room within the building, after waiting for a while, Yvette saw a middle-aged man in uniform walk in. He strode directly in front of her, accompanied by several other people who seemed to have significant status.
“Little girl, you must be Miss Ice Rain Sian, also known as… Miss Nameless?” The middle-aged man scrutinized her with a mixture of surprise and doubt.
“Mm-hm.” Yvette stood up.
“Unbelievable… truly remarkable. Heroes emerge in youth…” the man marveled for a moment before extending his hand with a smile, saying, “I am ‘Charlson Edward,’ the director here, pleased to meet you, our great hero!”
“Hello, Director Charlson.” Yvette shook his hand. “Do I need to give a statement?”
“I’m here to take your statement,” Director Charlson said, beaming.
“Aren’t you the director here?”
“What of it? Miss Nameless, you didn’t just save one or two people; you rescued 31 in one go and destroyed two terrorist hideouts… This matter is too important. I want to understand how you accomplished this right away.”
Yvette nodded; she hadn’t expected that the director of the Customs and Border Protection Agency would personally take her statement. Even the recording wasn’t in a small room but in this tea room—talk about special treatment.
Then she didn’t delay and immediately described roughly what happened.
However, the details of the combat were naturally simplified, turning into “I launched an attack on the slavers, who not only didn’t surrender but dared to fight back, all of them subsequently eliminated by my magical techniques.”
Director Charlson was somewhat skeptical of this account, feeling that the girl’s description sounded rather exaggerated.
Though, he didn’t pry too much into where Miss Nameless acquired her combat techniques—mercenaries often had to dip into shady dealings for their skills, and that fell outside the Customs Agency’s purview. If she claimed those techniques were all her own creations, he took her word for it.
The lengthy statement process lasted over three hours. Not only the Customs Agency but also the higher-up Homeland Security Department sent people at lightning speed to ask a number of questions.
When Yvette finally finished her statement, daylight had already broken, and a pale dawn could be seen on the horizon.
Returning to the tea room, she looked at a yawning Director Charlson and the Homeland Security staff, asking, “Can I leave now?”
“Are you in such a hurry to leave?” Director Charlson said. “You could stay here for a few days.” Follow current novels on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩
“Hmm?” Yvette didn’t understand why he was so reluctant to let her go.
“Little girl, do you know how glorious your deeds are? Reporters will definitely flock here in the next few days. Don’t you want to wait and share some details with them?” Charlson smiled.
Yvette shook her head. “Cromwell filmed a lot of material; that’s more than enough, and all the details are in the statement. Just publish that when you’re ready.”
“So low-key? As expected of Miss Nameless. No wonder after rising to fame last year, you went silent; if it were anyone else, they’d have started a livestream already.” Charlson said, expressing admiration.
The origin civilization also indulges in livestreaming… Yvette thought with a tsk in her mind.
Because the Rustbone Free State unilaterally granted visa waivers to the United New Eden, Yvette didn’t need to apply for a visa. Fortunately, with Director Charlson’s help, she received her passport in just a few hours.
With thoughts of Zero and One possibly still in the Firth, Yvette crossed the customs again, heading toward the Firth, quickly vanishing into the dark wilderness.
The next day, as lunch approached, the rescued victims, who had managed to sleep soundly for a night, began to cooperate with the staff to provide their statements—this had been delayed until now due to the shortage of staff at the early hours.
After a brief respite, Director Charlson returned to the office along with others to review the footage.
Indeed, Cromwell’s statement had just begun, and the footage captured by the electronic eye had only just been retrieved. Prior to this, everyone had only relied on the narrative provided by Miss Nameless to understand the situation.
“My God, what is this? How did all those slavers suddenly end up dead?”
“After being struck by the flame cannon, nothing at all happened; is she really human?”
“She couldn’t be a humanoid magical machine?”
Upon viewing the footage, the police, customs personnel, and Homeland Security officials were all astonished.
This was completely contrary to what they had learned from Miss Nameless’s oral account earlier!
Even though the crucial segments depicting the defeat of the slavers’ leaders, “Blackblade” and “Dead-Eye,” were missing, the fact that the entire top floor was demolished gave side glimpses of how intense the battle had been.
This wasn’t just about capturing slavers or gangs; this was a full-blown anti-terrorist operation!
At this moment, Director Charlson and the subordinates, including officers and secretaries, finally understood the significance behind Miss Nameless’s statement that “not only did the slavers not surrender, but they had the audacity to fight back.”
So, she hadn’t been trying to boast after all?
With the official information released and Cromwell publishing the first-hand on-site footage, by the next evening, this shocking news began spreading throughout the United New Eden like an avalanche, quickly occupying the front page headlines within just a few days.
Unlike last year’s man-wolf killer incident, this event lacked the quality to break out internationally, rendering it difficult to become a widely recognized news story. However, it did not hinder it from rapidly capturing everyone’s attention within the United New Eden.
First among them were Donnell, Reese, and the other involved parties, who had previously criticized Cromwell for being a riddle; he had gone up with Miss Nameless but wouldn’t say anything upon coming down.
Yet after watching the published footage, everyone realized just how shocking the situation had truly been. Without video evidence, it would indeed have been hard to convey the circumstances in just a few words.
Next, from the Aghash side, reporter Miss Irene and middleman Carter from the Flicker Bar also learned of these events through the news reports.
Miss Irene was utterly shocked; this was her first experience of Yvette’s “disappearance” and had thought Miss Nameless had found a poor excuse not to deal with her. After discovering Yvette had gone missing, she had felt quite sad for a while, thinking she must have done something wrong.
Now she finally understood: Miss Nameless’s disappearance had been part of a grand scheme!
After a year of painstaking planning, during which she couldn’t exchange any information with friends or acquaintances, was it all to infiltrate the slavers’ operations?
Incredible! This was simply remarkable!
Carter’s thoughts were somewhat similar to Irene’s, but unlike her pure joy for Yvette, he felt a tinge of anxiety. Given that this triumph had made Miss Nameless’s fame soar, would he still be needed as a middleman to help her secure jobs in the future?
Would he end up without even a chance to speak with Miss Nameless?
In the ensuing days, with no other significant news emerging, the story of Miss Nameless single-handedly breaking through two slaver camps and rescuing 31 victims dominated discussions on major platforms for several days.
Though it was still hard to gauge her true power as a mage, one thing was certain: she was undoubtedly among the top tier.
After all, in the mercenary world, fame was the only standard of strength, directly tied to how many jobs one could secure. Even though her mercenary rating was currently low, failing to even break into the world’s top 10,000, it didn’t stop those in the know from unanimously believing her strength was at least that of a top 1,000 super expert, possibly even top 500.
The only pity was that due to Yvette’s own request, neither Cromwell nor the Customs or police agencies had released any of Miss Nameless’s photographs. This left many curious netizens, eager to see the beauty everyone had spoken of, feeling greatly disappointed.