Once, I wanted to be a good person

Chapter 92 74. Bai Zhi as Bait (Seeking 10,000 words for subscriptions!)

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.

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.