I am a former Flame Chasers

A thousand faces, this was originally Mobius skill. After Ryan secretly learned it, he took it to the next level.

Schemer, warrior, hero, scholar, noble, artist...

Each persona reached its extreme, with no more acting involved. Everyone, from different perspectives, could discover another unknown side of Ryan. It was this elusive nature that made it impossible for the Herrscher to get a hold of him, and also fooled the Fire Moth Council completely.

Whenever they tried to scheme against him, Ryan would charge out with unparalleled bravery, ready to meet force with force. But once they were on guard, he would become extremely cautious.

As an enemy, this was incredibly painful, but as a friend, Ryan was very good at dealing with people from different social strata and backgrounds.

At least in Eden eyes, she didn't smell the thick scent of blood. Instead, she felt a sense of closeness, as if he were a kindred spirit.

The two chatted happily. Eden even felt it was a good thing to stay in the room. As the queen of the arts, she would add her ideas to Ryan new compositions, and when inspired, she would ask Ryan to help her refine them.

On the third day, she had to go out for rehearsal, feeling a bit reluctant, thinking that this clash of sparks elevated her to a higher level, and there was absolutely no one else in this world who could guide her.

"Miss Eden, that Major didn't cause any trouble, did he?" The woman with rimless glasses looked at the car behind them. These days, if it weren't for the sounds of piano and singing, she would have rushed in long ago.

"Major Coleman is a true gentleman. You shouldn't be too nervous."

"But those rumors..."

"Rumors aren't necessarily true. His attainments in musical instruments are very high. No one has given me this feeling in a long time." Eden smiled faintly. As per Ryan request, her previous new songs were all anonymous; ordinary people didn't know who wrote them.

"I never expected him to be a delayed genius. And yes, he graduated from the Roman Academy of Arts with all A+ grades and was a bar musician before joining the Fire Moth..."

Eve opened her notebook, filled with Coleman information, but she didn't notice Eden slightly opening her mouth, secretly looking at the sedan following behind.

Mr. Ryan is too clever! He even calculated this. I was worried about covering it up just now, but it all fell into place naturally.

That Major, whose combat objective was 'sexual desire,' had long been figured out by Ryan. What kind of identity is best for picking up girls? Of course, a slightly melancholic artistic youth. And this playboy was extremely clean, never causing any scandals.

'Everything is within my calculations, including the identity of the bait.'

Ryan sat in the back row, his eyes scanning the black-suited bodyguards in the car. These were Eden original escorts. They were highly paid and regarded her as a goddess, so they naturally harbored hostility towards Ryan.

Someone actually managed to enter Miss Eden room! These monsters from the Fire Moth must have used despicable means like mind control!

Ryan paid no attention to their hostility. He simply turned to look out the window at the fans holding banners and cheering, thinking that Eden truly had a lot of influence.

As an unparalleled superstar, her entourage was even grander than his, the General Supreme Commander. It stretched for several kilometers from the stadium, and the security guards blocking the way were sweating profusely, pushing people back with all their might.

'The only light in a despairing world? An idol reaching this level is probably unprecedented.'

A playful smile hung on his face, but his eyes were extremely sharp. Chaos presented opportunities, and with an opportunity to act, he could fish.

If I go by my hypothesis, how many clones have arrived? Given Eden Honkai energy resistance, there must be at least fifty, but the number of cooperators is hard to say. The Herrscher has too many cards in hand now.

If it were just the Herrscher of Domination, the danger would be close to zero. But adding the other two Herrschers, an unknown number of Pseudo-Herrschers, and traitors represented by Kallis, the danger could reach infinity.

'They are no strangers to the Skynet system; there must be a way to bypass monitoring. Mei also can't go all out. Ultimately, the territory to guard is still too large, at least until the mobile brigade is fully formed.'

And reinforcements would certainly not be too many. If there was a Herrscher clone inside, then it would be over.

As Ryan was thinking, the car stopped. The bodyguards quickly got out, forming a human wall, escorting Eden inside.

All around were fanatical faces. Eden, wearing a magenta gauze dress, smiled and waved gently, eliciting a chorus of screams. The security guards pushed outwards with all their might.

Ryan also got out of the car. He looked up and saw a heavily made-up person in a low-cut mini-dress winking at him, immediately feeling a chill down his spine.

This demon king is persistent; how did I miss this point?

John and Coleman indeed had some past entanglement. Later, Coleman couldn't stand it anymore and voluntarily transferred to the intelligence department, and now he had run into him again.

This was a bit too coincidental, wasn't it?

Ryan couldn't avoid him this time. Watching the muscular man walk towards him from the front, he could only brace himself and go to meet him. The closer he got, the more his scalp tingled.

The shimmering, low-cut mini-dress was stretched taut by his robust chest muscles, and the high heels made his calf muscles even more prominent. The key was that slightly shy expression.

"Coleman, we meet again. I knew your previous refusal was an excuse. As you said, now I've returned in a more beautiful and powerful form."

His voice was somewhat thin, but the content was quite normal, without any affectedness. Aside from inwardly scoffing at how gentle this 'kidney-deficient' Major was even towards a man, Ryan felt it was alright, and casually remarked that Coleman refusal was too cliché.

"Uh, Lieutenant Colonel John, those words of mine were just an excuse for the mission. Actually..."

"I know your orientation. The intelligence department can fabricate any lie for a mission, but you were too cruel, and you gave me a little hope." John eyes showed a hint of resentment, and he sighed: "I don't mean to cling. It's quite good to be friends with you like before, isn't it?"

Huh, that's quite normal. I even thought Coleman and he actually fenced.

Ryan impression improved slightly. This was a normal gay man: not pushy, not clinging, mutually respectful. It seemed he had been too obsessed with the idea of 'warm-heartedness' before.

"Of course we're friends." Ryan nodded. After all, he didn't have Coleman memories and didn't dare to say too much. Catching a glimpse of Eden back receding, he quickly sped up. "No more talk, I'm still on a mission."

"Need help? Just ask if you do. I'm on vacation now, don't be shy."

"Hmm, I will. It's always good to have a high-ranking MANTIS helping out."

Ryan nodded casually, quickly caught up, while John regretfully watched him walk away. Gradually, his eyes grew confused, and after a while, they became strange.

[Mei, I've recorded John conversation. Have that scoundrel Coleman identify it carefully, see if there are any issues. Also, make him spill everything. If not, release Mobius.]

Ryan hurried, sending the quietly recorded to headquarters. As a cautious person, he wouldn't believe a single word until it was confirmed.

He put his phone back in his pocket and stepped into the stadium, seeing that the stage and large screen had already been set up. Eden was checking some details, and even picked up the microphone to sing a few lines, immediately drawing thunderous cheers.

The concert was starting tomorrow. As the second to last stop on her global tour, it was uncertain if there would be another opportunity to hear Eden singing, and tickets were already impossible to get.

At least eighty thousand people would flood the venue, and hundreds of thousands of fans would be waiting outside, as if missing this one would mean no more chances in this lifetime.

Donggong was on the edge of the protected zone; at least this city wouldn't have the chance to listen again.

"It's really lively, almost like a single call brings a hundred responses," Ryan said, jumping onto the high stage amidst the glares of the bodyguards.

"So I'm very grateful to you for helping me realize this dream." Eden nodded slightly, looking at the empty venue. "Perhaps this will be my last tour; at least I have to complete it."

The world's connections were being severed, and it would be difficult to travel all over the world in the future. To simplify things, Ryan could easily cancel the last two shows.

"I'm not that great. And since you have the courage to take risks, it's only right to fulfill it."

The two exchanged smiles, both choosing the most difficult and rewarding path. After the last two shows, it would be time to go to the underground fortress and be strictly protected.

"Speaking of which, it's been surprisingly calm these past few days. Did revealing your identity scare them into inaction?" Eden covered her mouth, smiling, looking relaxed. Then she felt someone push her chest, and before she could react, her hand was grabbed and pulled back.

"Ah?"

She was a little confused, only looking at the man supporting her waist, then slowly turned her head and saw a deep pit on the floor, still emitting white smoke.

"Eden, you can't tempt fate like that." Ryan smiled, suddenly picked her up, bent his knees, and retreated continuously.

Puff puff puff puff.

Dull thuds echoed continuously, each leaving a bottomless hole. The bodyguards finally came to their senses, running quickly to provide cover, and then, on the way.

Whoosh—

Blood gushed out, staining the black curtain. Bullets tore through human bodies; many people were cut in half at the waist before they could even react.

'Large-caliber electromagnetic rifle, sniper from two thousand meters away.'

Ryan quickly pinpointed the direction. Seizing the opportunity, he jumped off the high platform, hiding in the shadows, and signaled with his eyes for Flora to immediately lie down.

"Assassination?" Eden instinctively wrapped her arms around Ryan neck.

"Hmm, you don't seem too panicked?"

"I've been through it several times, I'm used to it. There are always people who envy my achievements or covet my beauty. If kidnapping fails, they resort to assassination."

Ryan glanced at the calm girl, thinking to himself that Eden had also been through many storms. To stand at the pinnacle of a field, she must have experienced countless things.

"But this time it's different from those local tycoons." Ryan looked at the side of the stadium. The wall was torn apart, and some people in black armor and masks, like demons, rushed in. The soldiers guarding immediately opened fire.

Dududududu.

Automatic rifles spat fire, but bullets were deflected before they even touched the surface. Then, this group of demons jumped into the crowd, relentlessly harvesting lives. No one could stop them.

"MANTIS, Kallis subordinates?" Ryan watched those people charge in a triangular formation. He wiped his hand on his lower back, pulled out his silver-white dual pistols, and the crimson light beams that shot out instantly obliterated the first few into shredded meat.

Sorry, since I'm acting, I'm going all out.