Hearing Mo Hen say this,

Zhou Huai's pupils contracted, and he froze in place, looking somewhat dazed.

"No alien beasts... no Classer... everyone is an equal, ordinary person, living and working in peace and contentment..."

Why did this feeling seem so familiar?

It was as if once upon a time, he too had lived in a world like that.

Who on earth was Mr. Duan? Could he also have transmigrated from that world, just like him?

After a brief moment of absentmindedness, Zhou Huai forcefully suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

He understood that now was not the time for sentimentality; he had to dig out more intelligence.

"Besides this..." Zhou Huai stared into their eyes and continued questioning, "Did that Mr. Duan reveal anything else to you? For instance, regarding his personal Origins?"

Chu He and Mo Hen looked at each other, both searching their memories thoroughly, before ultimately shaking their heads at the same time.

"Replying to Lord, there really is nothing else," Chu He said with a bitter face. "Mr. Duan is usually elusive and rarely seen. After that blessing, we hardly even saw his true face, and all orders were issued through the enforcers."

Zhou Huai sighed in his heart, realizing it would likely be difficult to dig out core secrets about Mr. Duan's identity from these two low-level agents.

He pondered for a moment, organized his thoughts, and shifted the topic: "Since you are responsible for recruitment, how many members does your Dawnbreaker Guild actually have right now? How much high-tier combat power is there?"

"Replying to Lord, low-level agents like us actually number only about two hundred, scattered all over the world." Chu He wiped the grease off his mouth and carefully counted on his fingers.

"As for the higher-ranking enforcers, I'm not entirely sure of their exact numbers. After all, they usually wear masks and appear unpredictably, but there are at least ten or more."

"Above them is Mr. Duan."

Listening to this, Zhou Huai frowned.

"That's all?" Zhou Huai controlled Moria's body, his voice echoing in the spacious dungeon. "As far as I know, it has been quite a long time since your Dawnbreaker Guild was established. Recorded traces of activity go back at least twenty years."

"In twenty years, gathering Geniuses globally by any means necessary... how could there be a mere two hundred agents?"

Great Xia Nation, Sakura Country, Freedom Federation... the tentacles of the Dawnbreaker Guild reached into every corner of the world.

After expending so much effort, they had only recruited a little over two hundred people?

A multinational giant that had striven for twenty years having only two hundred entry-level employees in the entire company—it was utterly absurd.

Chu He froze for a moment, scratched his head, and didn't know how to explain the issue either: "This... Lord, we truly have only seen this many colleagues..."

"Lord, you have misunderstood."

Beside him, Mo Hen regained his composure and explained, "Our Dawnbreaker Guild has indeed recruited a vast number of people over the years. However, the Classer we recruit do not become agents like us."

"They don't become agents? Then where did they go?" Zhou Huai stared at him.

"They were sent away." Mo Hen's voice held awe. "Mr. Duan has other arrangements for those people. As long as a candidate passes our assessment and is successfully brought back to the organization, they are blindfolded and personally taken away by an enforcer."

"As for the ultimate arrangements and where they went, low-level agents like us simply have no right to know."

Speaking to this point, Mo Hen paused. "To be honest, over these twenty years, we really don't know how many people the organization has captured—or rather, recruited."

"But... if we tally up the performance of all agents around the world, a preliminary estimate..."

Mo Hen uttered a terrifying number: "At least tens of thousands. Probably... upwards of fifty thousand."

"Hiss—"

Hearing this figure, Zhou Huai couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

Fifty thousand people!

These fifty thousand people were not pigs to be slaughtered, nor were they ordinary civilians.

They were all Classer!

Moreover, the recruitment standards of the Dawnbreaker Guild were extremely high; those worthy of their attention had to be at least A-rank Classer, or even S-rank!

Fifty thousand A-rank or higher Classer—what kind of concept was that?

Even the military department of a major country with deep heritage like Great Xia Nation could assemble at most around five thousand A-rank Classer.

S-rank was even fewer than a hundred people.

Yet the Dawnbreaker Guild was fully ten times that of Great Xia.

It was a terrifying force that could not be ignored!

Zhou Huai's expression turned solemn.

Because Chu He and Mo Hen held low positions, their understanding of the Dawnbreaker Guild was merely the tip of the iceberg. The fifty thousand they mentioned was likely just the most conservative estimate.

The actual number would only be greater, perhaps so absurd it would make one's scalp tingle!

Zhou Huai calculated rapidly: what on earth did this Mr. Duan need so many people for? He felt a sense of immense crisis.

Why specifically target high-grade Classer?

Combining this with his prior experience using the Pendulum of Life to resurrect Uncle Fu and others, the thought of sacrifices in Zhou Huai's mind grew increasingly clear.

The life Origin of high-tier Classer was far greater than that of ordinary people.

Could it be that Mr. Duan's frantic gathering of talents worldwide was, in essence, stockpiling nutrients for an unprecedented giant ritual?

If he could meet his uncle, Zhou Huai really wanted to bring up all these questions and discuss them properly with him.

To see what kind of insane mind it truly was.

Having reached this point in the conversation, Zhou Huai pulled back his wandering thoughts.

Looking at the two kneeling on the ground, he asked the final key question:

"Do the two of you know about the Ancient Remnant Clan?"

However, to Zhou Huai's surprise,

Chu He and Mo Hen exchanged glances, both looking completely bewildered.

"Ancient... Remnant Clan?" Chu He frowned, chewing over those words in his mouth before shaking his head repeatedly. "Lord, i-is that the name of a guild? Or some rare alien beast? Your subordinate has never heard of it."

Mo Hen also bowed his head respectfully: "Lord, in my memory, there is no information regarding these words either."

These two weren't lying; they genuinely didn't know.

It seemed that concerning top secrets like the Ancient Remnant Clan that touched upon the essence of the world, Mr. Duan kept them tightly under wraps, revealing not a single bit to these low-level agents.

"Forget it then. If you don't know, so be it."

Zhou Huai couldn't be bothered to waste any more words.

He turned his head and jerked his chin toward Gabriel, who had been standing in the shadows all along.

Gabriel stepped forward expressionlessly.

Accompanied by a few crisp metallic clangs, the deep-blue Mana-Suppressing Chains that had bound Chu He and Mo Hen for over ten days and subjected them to endless torment were torn apart with Gabriel's bare hands and casually tossed to the ground.

As long-lost magic power circulated within their bodies once more, Chu He and Mo Hen trembled all over.

But they didn't harbor the slightest thought of running away. Bound by the Demon Lord Contract, the eyes with which they looked at Zhou Huai held only fanatical loyalty.

"Alright, you don't need to stay in this dark and damp dungeon any longer."

Controlling Moria, Zhou Huai flicked his wide black sleeves and turned to walk outside.

"Go upstairs, take a shower, eat something good, and rest properly in the Evernight Guild's base."

"If the need arises, I will arrange tasks for you to carry out."

Hearing this, Chu He and Mo Hen dropped to their knees, their foreheads knocking heavily against the stone floor.

"Thank you, Lord, for sparing our lives!"

"Your subordinates will go through fire and water for Lord, hesitating at no sacrifice!"