Chapter 74: No one is allowed!

The next morning, Lisa dragged her weary body back to the camp outside the West City Gate, blood-soaked iron bow in hand, ushering in the most important day in the past two decades.

For the priests and nuns from the Sanctuary had personally come to the frontlines, after briefly comforting the soldiers and officers in the camp, they approached her and conducted a solemn blessing and prayer, "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name..."

These were the words of the Akashic Records prayer, which she had heard countless times before.

But never had it moved her as much as it did today.

Nor had she ever been as pleasantly surprised.

"Bow your head to receive its crown."

From the Sanctuary procession, a delicate-featured nun placed an ancient stone crown upon her head, symbolizing the bestowal of the sacred right of coronation, granting her the title of Apostle.

Many were unaware of what the sacred right of coronation meant, thinking it was merely a ceremony of commendation.

The soldiers on the frontlines were elated, no one would dare object, instead feeling it was truly deserved, for they had all witnessed this female officer's formidable combat prowess, slaying over two hundred aberrants in a single night, while also protecting many comrades' lives.

Moreover, Major Lisa was one of the few on the battlefield willing to care for the recruits.

Comparing her to Jack made the difference clear.

Without her, the casualty rate among the soldiers would be much higher.

Capable and shouldering greater responsibilities, she performed impeccably.

Of course, some were bitterly envious.

Only the senior officers knew what this truly meant, their hearts souring like biting into a lemon, yet they dared not tread this bloody path of the strong.

They were well aware that once coronated, there would be no stopping.

From now on, countless geniuses would fix their eyes upon her.

Preparing to challenge her.

Defeat her.

Seize her crown and trample on her to pursue even loftier sacred titles.

There are two ways to obtain the sacred right of coronation.

The first is to gain the recognition of the Sanctuary.

This is difficult.

Especially in Avalon City, where the High Priest's discernment surpasses the heavens.

The second is to defeat those who have already obtained the sacred right of coronation.

This is also challenging.

But not entirely impossible.

The senior officers of the Smith family had an odd expression, unsure if it was admiration or envy, but they still clapped enthusiastically in the crowd, the applause rumbling like thunder, overwhelming the camp.

"Big deal, it's cheating. With this person's brain, how could they possibly decipher the immortality of the aberrants, this is just not fair," Yuna puffed up her cheeks in anger, unable to snidely comment, lest she appear too bitter.

As for the bewildered Lisa, she silently touched the stone crown on her head, not reveling in her comrades' applause and cheers, but instead lifting her beautiful gaze to scan her surroundings, yet failing to find the young man's figure, feeling a little disappointed.

But then she thought, he should also be advancing today.

Her eyes brightened, and she bowed respectfully to the nun before her, saying earnestly, "Please convey my gratitude to the High Priest, I have other matters to attend to, I'll be going first! Bye!"

With that, she cradled her stone crown and ran off like a little wildcat.

Olivia remained silent, silently watching her depart.

She also had her matters to attend to, too lazy to engage in empty courtesies with this crazy woman, a mere waste of time.

Mike, as usual, woke up, washed, and dressed in his military uniform of deep green, having advanced to the Glory Realm, he was indeed different from before.

His figure was more upright, his skin more fine and smooth, his spirit much better than before.

Although the ravages of illness still left him lacking in vitality.

After his advancement, he had new troubles.

That was the lack of adaptation to his new body. He now struggled to control his strength, breaking two toothbrush handles while brushing his teeth, his body occasionally experiencing growing pains, and his appetite had also increased significantly, the standard military rations no longer sufficient.

How troublesome.

"Isabelle, come drink your medicine!"

He was boiling medicine in the kitchen, the foul stench once again permeating the air.

Someone had quietly lifted the covers and tiptoed out the door.

Mike carried her back like picking up a small cat.

"Isabelle, if you run away again, I'll make you eat breakfast."

"What breakfast?"

"Meat stir-fried with a bamboo stick."

"Oh..."

The poor Isabelle has force-fed the medicinal soup again.

After drinking the medicine, the young girl walked to the bathroom with an expressionless face.

"If you want to secretly vomit it in the bathroom, I'll kick you down the stairs."

Mike sat in the chair and sneered.

Isabelle had to give up the idea, gargle with water, and earnestly ask, "Brother, how did you know I was thinking of that? Can you read minds?"

Mike snorted, "You're playing with the things I used to play with."

He got up from the table, his stomach growling, thinking about where to get some food.

At that moment, the dorm door was knocked.

Mike opened the door, and his eyes immediately widened, "Lieutenant?"

The one knocking at the door was Lisa. She had short chestnut-colored hair that was slightly damp, a charming appearance with a rosy glow after bathing, wearing a white casual outfit that revealed her flat abdomen and waist, and a pair of long, slender legs in super-short shorts, wearing slippers.

She looked just like the beautiful young woman he had encountered in the gym five hundred years ago.

The difference was that she was holding two thermal containers in her hands.

"Get out of the way."

Lisa pushed him aside and came in, putting the thermal containers on the table.

She didn't forget to greet the young girl by the bed.

"Lieutenant, how come you're here?"

"I just came back from the battlefield and can rest for a few days. This is the third round of combat, and the front line has been pushed back 28 kilometers, so at least we don't have to worry about the aberrants entering the city."

Lisa turned around, her eyes shining, "And it's all thanks to you. The people from the Shrine of Sacrifice came to the military camp today and bestowed upon me the sacred coronation power, and now I am an apostle."

"Congratulations, congratulations."

"All thanks to you."

Lisa opened the thermal containers, and a rich aroma spread through the air.

Mike stared, "What is this?"

He smelled the scent of five hundred years ago.

"It's the nutritious meal I made for you."

Lisa hummed, "You should be feeling unwell throughout your body right now, and you can't control your strength very well. That's a chain reaction after evolution. Everyone goes through this stage, and you need to take good care of your body during this period."

"During the progression of an evolved person, the physical burden is enormous, and the hidden ailments cannot be self-healed, eventually forming chronic illnesses. At this time, you need medicinal cuisine to regulate your body."

She brought out her four-dish-one-soup meal.

The so-called medicinal cuisine doesn't differ much from the Chinese cuisine of five hundred years ago.

Lotus root and pork rib soup, steamed perch, steamed lamb chops, osmanthus jelly, and Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

But the ingredients used are completely different.

Because the plants and animals in Ember have also evolved.

The nutrition and taste have undergone earth-shaking changes.

This was the first time Mike tasted the deliciousness of fine cuisine after emerging from his cocoon, and he sighed, "With so many ingredients, it must have cost a lot of merit points, right? This must be expensive."

Lisa rolled her eyes, "If this little thing could exchange for the sacred coronation power, there would have been apostles everywhere in this world long ago. Although the diet in Ember is more focused on nutritional efficiency and not so much on taste, it's not to the point of such scarcity. Those in the business guilds can occasionally eat the fine cuisine of five hundred years ago, but they don't have the same nutritional value as what you're eating."

She then took out a box of strawberries, "What you're eating is from the alien species."

Mike didn't care about that anymore, sitting down to eat.

"Is it delicious?"

Lisa asked seriously, resting her chin on her hand.

"Mm-hmm."

Mike responded, beckoning his little girl to come and have breakfast together.

Isabelle couldn't stand these things at all, and she kept away from the meat aroma.

In the end, Lisa stuffed two strawberries into her, and her lifeless eyes lit up.

Ah, this young lady likes sweets.

If any other military officers were standing at the door, they would probably be greatly surprised.

After Lisa obtained the sacred coronation power, the first thing she did was not call the headquarters in Celestia City to report, nor did she go to find Duke the General and Secretary Xia. Instead, she barged into the military officer's dormitory and mixed with a recruit.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Sergeant Mike, hello."

An officer led two federal officials and said with a smile, "These are two investigators from the Population Resources Bureau. We have something we need to apologize to you for in person."

After saying this, a strange expression appeared in his eyes.

Because he saw the woman in the dorm.

Lisa!

Mike, chewing on a rib, silently looked up.

The name "Population Resources Bureau" gave him a bad feeling.

"You are... the adjutant of Deputy Chief Mo?"

Lisa frowned, hugging her chest with an annoyed look, as if she was bothered by someone interrupting her feeding stray animals, and said bluntly, "If you have a business, say it. If not, get the hell out."

The officer, intimidated by the woman's aura, forced himself to say, "It's like this - in the previous population resource allocation, there was a small accident. The official in charge of resource scheduling has committed suicide out of fear of punishment. The crime was embezzlement and bribery. So that population allocation was a complete mistake. They forcibly allocated people who should not have become military supplies to military bases. This has caused difficulties for many soldiers fighting on the frontlines."

Mike quietly spit out a bone.

Isabelle sat on the bed, tilting her head in confusion.

"So?"

Lisa raised an eyebrow.

"According to our follow-up investigation, most of these military supplies are unqualified. Therefore, the Population Resources Bureau has decided to have them return to the welfare institute for re-training."

The officer said, "At that time, you can re-choose your family members."

Without asking the parties involved for their opinions.

Nor did they ask about the satisfaction level of the parties involved with being military supplies.

The officer took a step back, and the two officials from the Population Resources Bureau waved their hands.

The soldiers strode forcefully into the room, heading straight for the little girl on the bed.

A cold light flashed in Lisa's eyes, and she suddenly felt a gust of wind behind her.

With a flash, those soldiers were kicked out and slammed hard into the corridor.

So fast!

A strange light flashed in Lisa's eyes - the speed was so fast that even she couldn't react to it.

Although she was not a speed-type, her focus was on group battles.

But she was an evolver from the Third Victory Realm.

Mike's speed was almost unbelievable.

The officer was taken aback.

The two Population Resources Bureau officials were also stunned. "What are you doing?"

"Before I decide to send you to the hospital, get the hell out of here."

Mike sat back down and continued sipping the rib soup. "What's the use of an apology? Where were you when it was needed? You should know that this little girl is now my family, not some so-called resource of your Population Resources Bureau. You're offending my family, and that makes me very angry."

He paused. "My friend, please show some respect."

The officer said sternly, "Cooperating with federal duties is your obligation. Sergeant, you must know this is an order from above. The inferior goods do not deserve to remain in the military base."

Swoosh!

A chopstick with an electric arc was embedded in the wall behind him, just an inch away from piercing his eye socket.

Mike continued, "She is a person."

The enraged officer gestured, summoning more soldiers to gather.

It was clear that this group was well-prepared.

"This is an order from Deputy Chief Mo!"

The officer, emboldened, strode forward.

Boom!

With a burst of electricity, the officer was smashed through the wall.

Mike, holding another chopstick, glanced at the remaining soldiers and said indifferently, "Not even the Heavenly King himself can do anything about it."