Too Many Reincarnators? I Bring the National Team to the Field - Chapter 111

Chapter 111

What kind of person was Sheng An?

Calm, composed, powerful, and confident. Just by standing there, she made people instinctively feel that she would never fall.

Even though she hadn’t awakened a Supernatural Ability, no one dared to look down on her.

Long Tianyu, who had always wanted to get the better of her in the past, was now obediently following her arrangements. Lou Mingwei, who used to be unrepentant and constantly acted out in front of her-even mocking her for not awakening a Supernatural Ability-hadn’t uttered a word like that in a long time.

Despite not having awakened a Supernatural Ability, she was already no weaker than those who had. This was a strength that came from her very core.

And yet, this powerful person was covered in wounds in the image.

She was drenched in blood, her face stained with grime and gore. Her body looked like a ruined painting, shattered and broken.

Being injured was surprising, but not shocking. What truly stunned everyone was her state of mind-fragile, broken, manic, and desperate. These emotions, which should never have appeared on Sheng An, were vividly depicted in the drawing.

She seemed to be stumbling forward. She was the only one left in the frame, solitary and hopeless.

Standing upon a desolate wasteland, she was clearly still upright, yet the sense of despair told everyone that she had already been buried beneath this scorched earth.

On her back, she carried Qi Lingwu’s Sniper Rifle.

In her arms, she held a sphere covered in intersecting patterns. Perhaps Qin Xuan had found it difficult to describe the sphere, so it was drawn quite abstractly, lacking a concrete form.

At this moment, no one paid much attention to the sphere. They were too shaken by the depiction of Sheng An.

This was Sister Sheng? How could this happen?!

The entire painting was suffused with such intense despair and collapse that everyone who saw it felt their breath hitch, as if they were being pulled into those emotions.

Jiang Yu felt an inexplicable urge to cry. She didn’t dare look at the painting anymore, fixing her eyes on the real Sheng An instead.

The powerful, calm, and confident Sheng An was like a completely different person from the desperate, grieving, and manic version in the image.

All of them were speechless.

It wasn’t just the emotions of the painting, but the meaning behind it. What could turn someone like Sheng An into this? What kind of desperate situation would lead to this? Just thinking about it made them feel suffocated.

Wu Buyu’s breathing was rapid. “Is this the scene Qin Xuan saw? No wonder his inner thoughts were filled with nothing but despair and madness; it was the emotion transmitted by this image.”

Qi Lingwu rarely spoke. Now, he gripped Sheng An’s hand tightly, his brow furrowed as he cast a sharp gaze at Song Linwei. “What else?”

Hao Jingye snapped out of it, taking a deep breath to steady his emotions. “Right, what else? What does that crucial sentence in Qin Xuan’s Prophecy mean-‘She walked back’?”

Song Linwei quickly swiped across the screen. As the person the organization had assigned to handle the drawings, he knew a bit more than the others.

There were only three pieces of information sent: a photo, a two-second video, and a report.

The photo corresponded to the first half of Qin Xuan’s Prophecy. The video corresponded to the second half.

The two-second video was simple. It was the same scene, but Sheng An was moving backward. It wasn’t that she had turned around to walk back; she was moving backward with her back to the camera, surrounded by abstract scenery.

The Prophecy “She walked back” corresponded to this specific visual.

Jiang Yu was puzzled. “What is that surrounding her? And why would she walk back?”

Gu Qiansheng shook his head, his brow tightly knit. “No, it doesn’t look like she’s walking back. It looks like a rewind.”

He paused, looking confused. “I don’t understand what this imagery symbolizes at all. If we brainstorm, it could be that Qin Xuan’s Prophecy became blurred; he couldn’t see any further forward, so he could only look back. It could be the destruction of the world, the collapse of the prophetic vision, or it could be…”

He trailed off.

Song Linwei finished the thought for him: “Time rewinding. Like a Reborn Person.”

Reborn Persons and Superpower Users who awakened ahead of time had always been a mystery. Now, if something symbolized moving backward, the first thing that came to mind was rebirth!
Ke Jiaxue spread her hands. “But Sister Sheng hasn’t been reborn.”

Wu Buyu added, “Could it be that ‘God’ made everything return to the beginning at this point in time?”

Sheng An said nothing.

She reached out, swiping between the images and the video, reviewing them over and over again.

Li Wanyun’s heart was heavy with complex emotions.

Just looking at that painting made them feel uneasy. No matter what had actually happened, it certainly wasn’t anything good.

For instance, everyone saw the Sniper Rifle on Sheng An’s back-Qi Dui’s Sniper Rifle-but no one mentioned it.

It was the kind of thing that was terrifying just to imagine.

If they felt this way, what kind of impact must it have on Sheng An, the person actually depicted in the scene?

Yet, she continued to flip through the files calmly, again and again.

What could have happened to push someone with such a powerful mindset to the point of such a total breakdown?

The more they thought about it, the more chilling it became.

Ji Yani bypassed the gun and pointed to another item in the image. “What is Sister Sheng holding in her arms?”

Hao Jingye shook his head.

Song Linwei also shook his head. “I can’t tell. It’s hard for Qin Xuan to explain clearly, not just because he’s only three years old, but more importantly, because the thing itself is hard to describe.”

“Just what on earth is this thing?” Liu Yue grumbled in frustration.

Suddenly, a voice chimed in. “Why must you insist on figuring it out? Knowing a destined ending only brings despair. Ignorance is bliss.”

Everyone turned to look.

It was Old Man Qin!

He was still munching on his last bun, a bit of grease clinging to his beard. He looked quite disheveled. Feeling everyone’s gaze, he looked up and grinned. “Why is everyone looking at me?”

He held out the bun. “Want a bite?”

Lou Mingwei looked at him with sheer disgust. “Eat it yourself. I can’t believe you can still eat at a time like this. You really have a thick skin.”

Yes, he was there too.

Without realizing it, the members of Group A had gathered around. Since there wasn’t enough room at the table, they stood nearby with their bowls in hand, neglecting their food to watch and listen intently.

At this moment, who could tell the difference between Group A and Group B?

Old Man Qin gave a silly chuckle.

Hao Jingye narrowed his eyes at him. “What do you mean by that?”

Old Man Qin scratched his head, looking embarrassed. “I just feel, why think so much? If you think too much, you won’t be happy.”

Long Tianyu: “…”

He curled his lip, not bothering to respond.

Sheng An turned back and gave Old Man Qin an extra glance before returning her attention to the images and video.

“Agh, so what’s the deal here?” Jiang Yu was feeling overwhelmed, growing frantic.

Song Linwei reached out and swiped to the third piece of information. “Let’s look at the report. The Former Special Affairs Bureau should have done an analysis.”

Sure enough, the third message was an analytical report.

But after reading it, everyone froze.

Jiang Yu looked bewildered. “So, they think this painting shows that Sister Sheng is likely a Superpower User, and the key to deciphering the painting depends on what her Supernatural Ability is?”

Hao Jingye was also reading the report.

When he finished, he nodded solemnly. “Yes. Regardless of what the painting signifies, Qi Dui’s Sniper Rifle is in Sister Sheng’s hands, and in that scorched world, Sister Sheng bears the marks of a great battle. She is very likely a powerful Superpower User.”

Hao Jingye looked away and pushed up his glasses. “This Prophecy is very valuable. At the very least, it informs us in advance-Sister Sheng will have a Supernatural Ability.”

As for the deeper secrets, that would depend on what exactly her power turned out to be!

Sheng An was still scrolling through the images and the video.

Qi Lingwu asked softly, “What did you find?”

He knew her truly well. Sheng An had indeed discovered something.

Sheng An turned her head to look at Long Tianyu and Li Wanyun, her expression grave. “Look closely at the color of the ground and the state of the scorched earth. Is this really the end of the second year of the Apocalypse?”

Li Wanyun was stunned.

Long Tianyu, who had been in Silence since he first saw the painting-this occasionally unreliable ‘Crouching Dragon’-finally seemed to snap out of it. His voice was raspy as he spoke.

“No… it’s not.”