Chapter 1200: The Informant

Everyone stared at the “door” behind Wei Yang, their expressions shifting from hesitation to determination.

“Let’s move,” Wei Yang said. “If you escape now, one day you’ll lose your minds again… Would you really be okay with that? This is your best chance to fight back!”

Seeing their resolve strengthen, Wei Yang pressed on, fueling their fervor. “Do you see this explosion? The rebellion has already begun. Right now, they have no idea you’ve regained your senses. This opportunity won’t come again—we can catch them completely off guard!”

Under Wei Yang’s relentless “encouragement,” logic and reason were turned upside down. Finally, someone stepped forward into the portal.

Once the first person acted, the “broken window effect” took hold—others swiftly followed.

To everyone’s shock, thousands began entering the “train” in an orderly fashion.

What a bizarre sight.

Under normal circumstances, these people wouldn’t dare even talk back to the “Zodiacs,” let alone board the “train.” But now, they were driven by the joy of regained freedom and the resentment of past suffering—emotions Wei Yang expertly stoked into a force to topple Tianlong and Qinglong.

So… would *everyone* enter the door?

Of course not.

Cowards existed everywhere, and this group was no exception. Wei Yang glanced back at the dozens lingering at the end of the line, their faces uncertain. They couldn’t understand why so many were choosing to enter, yet they didn’t dare voice opposition.

To put it bluntly, they weren’t “cowards” or “stupid”—they were *too* smart.

Why do Border Collies, the most intelligent dogs, rarely become police dogs? Because they’re *too* clever—they’re afraid of death.

Unfortunately, the line was single-file.

Those queuing couldn’t see the hesitant ones behind them. If they had, they’d have noticed others who also had no desire to “rebel.” But their eyes were fixed forward, seeing only those determined to enter.

But what did it matter?

Wei Yang grinned—not only were these cowards unwilling to enter, *he* wasn’t going in either.

How foolish. Who in their right mind would board the “train” to die now? Sacrificing their hard-won lives for someone else’s words?

“Ah, I miss the days of scamming,” he mused, watching the crowd with nostalgic eyes.

Manipulating human nature for profit always gave Wei Yang immense satisfaction.

Perhaps that was why he’d designed his “Sheep” games around *deception*.

Sheep may seem gentle, yet they uproot grass entirely when grazing. If fooled by their harmless appearance, lush mountains would turn to wasteland.

As the crowd marched to their doom, Wei Yang climbed down from the high wall.

The situation couldn’t be more perfect. Zhuque was dead, all “natives” in the city had regained their senses, and even in the fallen cities, some were likely awakening.

The world here was about to change.

Did the higher-ups not realize how dire things were? Not a single “Celestial” had appeared—this game was far bigger than he’d imagined.

Someone had severed all their eyes and ears… No.

Just cutting off surveillance wasn’t enough. Wei Yang pondered. Qi Xia must’ve also manipulated the “Celestials’” thoughts—betting that “Tiangou” wouldn’t snitch now.

“What a brilliant young man… Why take the righteous path?” Wei Yang gazed into the distance. “You’ve never even met those ‘Celestials,’ yet you control their minds?”

He fantasized about the wealth and glory he and Qi Xia could’ve amassed had they teamed up in the outside world.

But that chance was gone forever.

Wei Yang would *never* return to that train.

“Qi Xia, I return these ‘soldiers’ to you. We’re even now.”

He retreated beyond the crowd’s sight and slipped away.

No matter how many entered, it was a favor to Qi Xia.

Even a hundred would be a formidable force for him now.

Nearby, a gaunt woman draped in clothes stripped from corpses watched everything from the shadows.

She even caught Wei Yang’s parting words—”Qi Xia.”

“Rebellion… toppling the rulers here…” She smirked. “Seems I’ve stumbled upon quite the valuable intel…”

Pulling her clothes aside, she glanced at her chest.

Etched in blood were four characters: *My Concubine.*

“Filthy old bastard…” She gritted her teeth. “How dare he do this to me…”

Her mind felt chaotic.

She remembered that vile old serpent carving into her—so why hadn’t she resisted?

But it didn’t matter. There were plenty of powerful figures here to latch onto.

Covering her chest, she could only hope the next one wouldn’t mind the scars.

“Qi Xia… you’re finished…” She laughed bitterly. “I’ll expose you… The higher-ups may not know yet, but they *will*… haha…”

Her twisted face contorted into a grotesque grin, as if she alone had gone mad while the rest regained sanity.

But how to enter the door?

Charging in now—wouldn’t she be seen as a rebel?

“Wait… that’s not right…” A realization struck her. “I’m a *Zodiac*…!”

Though her mask was gone, she *had* worn one—that alone made her superior to any rebel.

She had no clue what had happened today—battles raged everywhere, corpses littered the ground. After scavenging more clothes from the dead, she returned to the door to find the crowd still filing in.

Pushing past the first in line, she snapped, “Out of the way, mutt!”

The shoved man turned, glaring. “Hey! What’s your problem?”

“Quit dawdling. Rebirth waits for no one,” she sneered. “How carefree.”

“What the hell…?” Others nearby shot her hostile looks.

“Tch.” She shoved through them all, stepping boldly to the front. “If you wanna die, don’t block those who want to live.”

Under their baffled stares, she strode through the door.