Once, I wanted to be a good person

He didn't know how long he had slept, but when Fang Ze woke up again, he found himself in the Late-Night Investigation Room.

Out of habit, he first surveyed the entire room's condition, whether the placement of items or the layout, nothing had changed.

The only thing that had a hint of change was the black iron door.

The character "One" on the iron door seemed to shine a bit brighter now.

However, it seemed like some more time was needed for it to light up completely.

Fang Ze glanced at the door twice, a bit curious......

He didn't know what was behind the iron door.

A new room?

Another investigation room?

Or some other thing.....

However, if he wanted to quickly open that room, he still needed to rely on the Power of Faith that Miaomiao had been collecting for him....

With that thought in mind, Fang Ze approached the desk and lightly tapped on it with his right index finger.

Moments later, a three-dimensional holographic image of a line of characters appeared in front of him, with Miaomiao at the foremost position.

Fang Ze turned on the desk lamp, altered the room's layout, and then chose her......

......

Miaomiao had been having a very tough few days.

The slums, although considered lawless areas, still had their implicit rules and order.

Everyone operated within those rules, and even though they faced more oppression and life was harder, they at least had some twisted sense of "security."

But when she led those few streets to break the gang's control and destroy the entire order, the slums went from boiling to being plunged into chaos.

Some periphery members of the gangs, the timid ones, were scared all day long, while the extreme ones started looting and killing.

Some who already had ambitions, without the threat of the gangs, began to boldly take to the streets....

Some of the poor had to do a lot of hard work under the oppression of the gangs every day to earn a meager income.

Now without the oppression, they thought their lives would improve, but suddenly they found themselves unsure of what to do and without a source of income...

In these few days, the entire slum area had indeed fallen into dire straits.

After realizing this situation, Miaomiao, decisively after consulting with Pang and some well-connected folks on that street, established a community centered on those few streets. Then under the name of Lord Devil, she began managing the order of the slums.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

At first, there were indeed periphery gang members and ambitious individuals who were dissatisfied and challenged her. But Nv Dao was not just for show.

With the deterrence of the Shadow Warrior, two and a half meters tall, clad in pitch-black, and emanating an ominous aura, the entire slum's order was taken over by the two streets where Miaomiao was within just a couple of days, and peace on the surface was restored.

And the price paid for this was... Miaomiao had to nearly continuously lead the Shadow Warrior to save situations these past two days.

Here someone was robbing, there someone was causing trouble.

The enforcers on the streets, even though they carried weapons, were just ordinary people after all.

There were quite a few martial artists among those causing trouble, so most of the time, she needed to rush over with Nv Dao.

Therefore, she desperately hoped she could have more helpers to aid her.

She also hoped she could become stronger or make those around her stronger. To protect the hard-won life of the slums...

So, for two consecutive nights, each time before she went to bed, she silently prayed, praying that she could see Mr. Devil again.

Praying for Mr. Devil to give her guidance....

...

When she woke up from her sleep, Miaomiao found herself not on the old, worn wooden bed at her own home.

The soft sofa allowed her exhausted body to seem to stretch freely.

The unknown fragrance drifting through the air even made her feel refreshed upon smelling it.

Even without opening her eyes, she knew that she had finally come to see the man she had longed for day and night, Mr. Devil.....

So, she promptly opened her eyes, rose from the sofa, and looked toward the tall figure in front of her.

After a moment, she stood up, then deeply bowed to the ground, "Mr. Devil. Good evening."

Mr. Devil was clearly very pleased with her gesture; he nodded slightly and said, "Stand up. Sit."

Listening obediently, Miaomiao got up and then sat down on a chair nearby. She kept her legs together, hands on her lap, her gaze devoted as she watched the person in front of her, waiting for him to speak.

And as she was thinking this, Mr. Devil also slowly began to speak, "I have been paying attention to what you've done these past few days."

Miaomiao's small hands involuntarily clenched tight. Her heart was a bit nervous....

Mr. Devil, "You've done quite well."

Hearing Mr. Devil's assessment, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she heard Mr. Devil add, "However, it's still not enough."

Miaomiao's heart inevitably tightened once more.

Mr. Devil stood up, walked a few steps around the room, and came to a bookshelf.

Then, with his back to the bookshelf, he said, "Of course, when I say you haven't done enough, it's not because of your subjective reasons but rather because of the limitations of your objective strength."

"As one of my servants, as a manager of the slum area, how can you be a weak woman without the strength to truss a chicken?"

With that, he spoke, "So, I intend to bestow upon you an Awakening Ability, to make you an Awakener."

"An Awakener?" Upon hearing Mr. Devil's words, Miaomiao's face was covered with surprise.

Even living in the slum area, she had heard a great deal about the legends of the Awakeners.

Walking through heavens and earth, possessing immense strength, omnipotent.