Chapter 380: A Web of Collusion and Danger

It seemed he had read the doubt in Yenir’s eyes. As Huang Yuanhao, sent by the authorities, he awkwardly scratched his head.

“Young Master Ye…”

“That— the Military Department did try to help you before, but they were turned down.”

“Later, we planned that when a high-difficulty Doomsday Maze in the Far Frontier opens, a commander would personally lead a team inside. We intended to submit this request as part of a collaboration.”

“They should agree to it.”

Without further word, Yenir was left speechless.

Collaboration? Judging by the current situation, it’d be lucky if the Far Frontier didn’t already monopolize the maze. And a collaboration? The Military’s involvement would surely provoke the ire of the Far Frontier Awakeners.

Moreover, if the Military later demanded the enemy’s prized trophy, Yenir could easily imagine the Bloodshadow Legion leader exploding in anger.

Besides, from his past memories, this collaboration was almost certain to fail—perhaps even sparking a rebellion later on.

But a maze?

He knew of the maze, though he had never been inside. Mazes are akin to dungeons but without a timeline reset, and they usually lack specific tasks.

Their bizarre doomsday worlds yield equipment and skills of high value. Instead of a set dungeon reward, success depended solely on strength and luck.

With that thought, Yenir finally spoke up:

“The Doomsday Maze? When will it open? Is the Bloodshadow Legion going to join forces with the Military to trigger it?”

Typically, mazes exist independently from the real world—you just walk in at any time since they’re always active. That’s why Huang Yuanhao’s mention of an ‘opening’ left him puzzled.

Faced with Yenir’s query, Huang Yuanhao hesitated before replying uncertainly:

“Young Master Ye…”

“It’s about four months away. And it’s not exactly an opening—the maze is extremely challenging. The Bloodshadow Legion leader plans to run a dungeon beforehand, and our assigned commander simply has no time at the moment.”

“So both sides agreed to wait until they finish their current tasks before entering together. Of course, negotiations are still ongoing.”

“And the delayed entry was actually suggested by the Bloodshadow Legion leader himself. The dungeon he plans to tackle seems exceptionally important to him…”

After hearing Huang Yuanhao’s update, Yenir nodded slightly. But just as he thought everything was in order, a new worry struck him.

“Wait a minute…”

The Bloodshadow Legion leader is planning to run a dungeon? At this very moment!?

“Which dungeon? Is it the one in the Far Frontier Battle Zone?!”

“Yes. Members of the Bloodshadow Legion rarely leave the Far Frontier. As for which dungeon, perhaps you could ask the Military? That kind of intelligence isn’t available to someone at my level…”

Huang Yuanhao gave a bitter smile. He knew the negotiations between the Military and the Bloodshadow had happened solely because the Military reached out to him first. With Yenir’s high status, the Military likely only shared the good news.

In silence, Yenir quickly messaged the Capital’s Intelligence Unit. Within seconds, his expression shifted noticeably.

According to the intel, the dungeon the Bloodshadow Legion leader plans to enter is in the very location Yenir intended to visit—the one where the Legendary Suit had once appeared.

Thinking it over…

Tapping the countertop with his fingertips, Yenir began methodically piecing together the entire situation.

It seemed that the dungeon from his memories had long been discovered—perhaps every entrant in his past life failed? Maybe someone will succeed next year? Or did the Bloodshadow Legion leader secure the suit only for it to be taken away later?

Recalling every detail, Yenir let out a bitter chuckle.

Damn it—his memory didn’t reveal whether Yinglong was alive or dead. Even regarding that Peak Third-Stage fighter who seized the suit, he only knew that the opponent displayed overwhelming combat prowess afterward, drawing the Capital’s attention. Soon, as disasters broke out in other provinces, that fighter perished amid mutant attacks. Even the equipment vanished without a trace.

If he entered that dungeon now, wouldn’t he be running straight into the Bloodshadow Legion leader?

Frowning, Yenir realized that both of his objectives were now entangled with this Peak Third-Stage fighter.

To go or not to go?

Going meant danger, but staying would mean no chance of acquiring the Human-Faced Falcon Bone Liquid anytime soon. Besides, any dungeon rewards would be out of reach.

Yet, if he did go, how could he wrest the equipment—and that prized trophy—from a Peak Third-Stage fighter’s grasp?

“Eliminate him?”

“Or…”

Almost reflexively, Yenir glanced at his skill, Divine Rage. Could his Fourth Stage phantom possibly take down a veteran Peak Third-Stage fighter? Or might the opponent present an opening?

It was all so enigmatic…

A Peak Third-Stage fighter was humanity’s pinnacle of combat power—while even a Third-Stage Beginner, if fully equipped, would be a force to reckon with.

No one knew what he was truly up against as Yenir mulled over his audacious plan.

“I must strategize carefully!”

“Damn, what use is a Peak Third-Stage fighter? A head-on clash would be futile, but inside the dungeon… with enough backup and if I coordinate with Uncle Liang, perhaps there’s a sliver of hope…”

“Time is running out; any further delay will ruin my plans!”

Drawing a deep breath, Yenir resolved to enter the dungeon without delay.

Meanwhile, with a sudden clap from Tang Hai, a troupe of dancers clad in sheer fabric began to stroll in, unnoticed by Yenir.

“Young Master Ye, welcome to the Western Regions.”

“Would you like to experience the pleasures once enjoyed by the Great Khan?”

“Every ‘horse’ here is a prized Akhal-Teke, ready for your ride!”

With a suggestive laugh, Tang Hai bowed theatrically to Yenir, as if presenting a treasure. Behind him, several girls—some cool, some charming, some shy—danced gracefully to the sound of a guqin.

Every subtle smile and gesture revealed an enticing beauty beneath the sheer fabric, like a captivating masterpiece.

“Young Master Ye, each dancer has been meticulously selected—all are virgins who have never been touched.”

“But rest assured, they’ve all been properly trained in the ways they should know.”

“Moreover, they are all Awakeners. Though their level isn’t high, they can adapt to any position. They’ve been trained in dance and to please from a young age…”

“In terms of beauty, each one rivals the top stars of the pre-apocalyptic era, and they’re incredibly obedient.”

With a half-smile, Tang Hai leaned in and whispered in Yenir’s ear, his expression one that spoke of a deep, knowing invitation.

“Anytime, anywhere—any position, whoever, as many as you wish.”

“Now, you are the Great Khan…”

In an instant, a sultry aura permeated the entire Court.