Chapter 75: Penacony?

Lü Heng briefly explained the situation to the others, especially Robin. Upon learning about Invincible Bro's ability, her vibrant green eyes, brimming with curiosity, immediately turned toward him.

This was an Appraisal-type ability—a classic, protagonist-exclusive skill!

With this ability, a penniless protagonist could strike it rich gambling on rough stones, unearth dusty treasures or even dragon eggs from piles of junk, and achieve a triumphant rags-to-riches reversal, ascending to the pinnacle of life.

However, looking at Invincible Bro's disheveled and slovenly appearance—well, strictly based on looks, he was about as far from the 'protagonist' archetype as one could get.

Robin was intensely curious about what her character panel looked like through his eyes, but with more pressing matters at hand, she refrained from prying.

Zhong Wanhong spoke up, "That doesn't make sense. If the Martyr didn't know how to use the wooden box, why would they steal it in the first place?"

This contradicted Zhong Wanhong's initial hypothesis. He had assumed the Martyr knew the box's purpose and considered it critically important, which would explain their journey to another country to steal it. But now it seemed they were clueless?

Not only did the Martyr steal a box of unknown purpose, but they also decided to snatch an appraiser while they were at it?

Zhong Wanhong's lips twitched slightly. He desperately wanted to say, "Is this guy out of his mind?"

But whether the Martyr was crazy or not, one thing was clear: the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations had to prepare. The Martyr would undoubtedly find Invincible Bro, and the Bureau needed a plan.

After a moment of contemplation, Zhong Wanhong swiftly issued orders: "Bai Yuanju, take Ling Huai to the lounge to wait. Robin, you go home. Everyone else, follow me to the armory to select weapons."

Finding a single person in a city as vast as an ocean was nearly impossible. This meant the Martyr must possess some kind of tracking ability or device.

In other words, it was only a matter of time before the Martyr came knocking. Zhong Wanhong's choice was clear: he would never hand over Invincible Bro!

However, when everyone returned to the Bureau's living room fully armed, they found Robin still there.

Zhong Wanhong gave a wry smile. "This might be the toughest fight I've ever faced. Robin, you really don't need to stay."

It's worth noting that Robin hadn't yet reported the full extent of her second pair of wings' abilities to the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations. She'd been far too busy preparing for her concert to file the report.

This meant Zhong Wanhong's intelligence on Robin was limited to her ability to enhance her teammates' abilities through her singing. Yet, even with this knowledge, he still ordered her to return home, perhaps believing that even with her buffs, their enemy was insurmountable.

Robin herself had no intention of staying. While fighting alongside her teammates against a seemingly invincible foe might sound heroic and romantic, the truth was... she lacked the courage to disobey Zhong Wanhong's order and force herself to remain.

"I wanted to give you these," Robin said, opening her palms to reveal four beautiful feathers nestled there. "These feathers contain my abilities. When you need them, clench them tightly to activate their effects: a calming ability and the same buffs I provide with my singing."

"Did you make these feathers yourself, Bird Sister?" Yu Lin asked, snatching one up and examining it closely. "Wow, it's so beautiful!"

Despite being younger than Robin, Yu Lin showed no trace of fear. She even asked, "If we don't need this in the fight, can I keep it?"

Seriously? Robin thought. Does this Illiterate Dragon Lady even realize what she's saying? She wants to save a crucial item from a boss fight to take home as a souvenir?!

To be fair, Robin had no real sense of the upcoming boss's power. She didn't know how strong this Martyr was, only that he seemed to be among the world's top combatants.

After distributing the feathers, Robin sighed heavily and walked out of the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations with a heavy heart.

She had expected today's concert to be a resounding success, a Golden Hour for everyone to celebrate together with a post-concert meal. How could things have spiraled so out of control?

Lost in thought, Robin suddenly felt a dark figure brush past her, heading straight for the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations. Startled, she glanced back and saw the person had already disappeared inside.

The figure's attire could be summed up in a single word: "dark." But it wasn't a stylish suit; the entire outfit looked distinctly plain, reminding Robin of the kind of clothes one might wear to a Western funeral.

What struck her most was the figure's posture: head slightly bowed, hands clasped together as if in prayer, or perhaps mourning.

"That guy... could he be the Martyr?" Robin paused, gazing at the Bureau. After a moment of hesitation, she gritted her teeth and continued walking in the opposite direction.

But in the next instant, the scene before her underwent a radical transformation. The bustling street corner, crowded with cars and pedestrians, vanished, replaced by a vast plaza. A colossal clock face hung motionless, and directly ahead, golden "springs" of water gushed forth.

Robin turned to face a wide avenue, where sleek, flattened cars sped past, trailing plumes of purple exhaust flames.

Her mind went blank for a few seconds as she stared at the somewhat unfamiliar yet strangely familiar scene. Then it clicked: Penacony, the Golden Hour, the plaza before the Golden Hour Clock!

She reached back and gently pinched the wings behind her ears. Even the light touch sent a sharp sting through them.

What the hell is going on? Had she transmigrated again?

No, Robin quickly realized. The Martyr's ability pulled people into incredibly realistic illusionary realms. She must have been caught in the crossfire and inexplicably affected by it.

But... if it were that ability, she should either be completely unaware of being trapped in an illusion, still on her way home, fleeing the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations.

Or, if it were like Bai Yuanju's case, where the past was used to ensnare her, this illusionary realm should be connected to her previous life. So why Penacony?

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How Robin Looks on Invincible Bro's ability:

Name: Robin

Gender: Female (18 years old)

Class: Outsider (??), Cosmic Songstress (Level 20)

Abilities:

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