God Eater Sequence: The Devourer

Looking at Qin Siyang's appearance, Qian Wenzhao said sinisterly, "This face of yours might not be your real appearance. So, your Sequence—can it change your face? [Illusionist]? Or is it [Morph]?"

Qin Siyang sneered disdainfully and suddenly activated [Violence]. With a single kick off the ground, he instantly appeared behind Qian Wenzhao and snatched the hat off his head.

Qian Wenzhao stood frozen in place, completely unable to react.

Qin Siyang leaned in and whispered into Qian Wenzhao's ear, "Sorry, you guessed wrong. My Sequence is an offensive type, not some messy trickery. And this face—this is my real appearance."

After speaking, Qin Siyang chuckled twice and put the wide-brimmed hat on his own head.

Qian Wenzhao's drooping eyes reflected the light from a nearby streetlamp, filled with shock.

"You… are really a senior student at [Ju'an Academy]?"

"Of course. The Sequence I need you to forge for me is exactly this identity."

"How is that possible? If you're a senior student, how could you… Unless?"

Qian Wenzhao looked at Qin Siyang in astonishment, "Which faction is backing you?"

Qin Siyang sighed in relief. Finally, Qian Wenzhao had started filling in the blanks himself, just as he had intended.

"That has nothing to do with you. I just want further cooperation with Section Chief Qian."

Qian Wenzhao realized that Qin Siyang's background was far more complicated than he had initially thought.

He had assumed Qin Siyang was just a lone thief drifting around. But now, he realized Qin Siyang might actually be the frontman for a powerful organization.

Things were starting to look bad.

'Damn it!'

'I should never have let that foolish nephew take the silver coin!'

'No, from the very beginning, I shouldn't have accepted this shady job!'

The first time they had talked in the Aisiko chatroom, Qin Siyang had been vague. Even now, he still didn't know who had introduced him to Qian Wenzhao for the Sequence forgery.

Though he had found it suspicious at the time, he had chosen to mind his own business and not ask too many questions.

Looking back now, there were oddities at every turn.

'How foolish! Absolutely idiotic!'

Qian Wenzhao cursed his own greed repeatedly in his mind.

Now, it seemed he had been dragged into something far beyond his control.

He gritted his teeth but didn't dare make a move against Qin Siyang. Instead, he asked, "Continued cooperation—will it be with you, or with the people behind you?"

"Just me. Only me.", Qin Siyang's gaze deepened, "I want to take back what belongs to me."

Hearing this, Qian Wenzhao instantly realized that Qin Siyang might not just be a mere frontman for some large organization—he could be a key figure in something much bigger.

"How do you want to cooperate?"

"We'll talk about future matters later. For now, just take care of what's in front of you."

Qin Siyang didn't elaborate further.

Qian Wenzhao wasn't an idiot—he wouldn't be easy to fool. The more he said, the greater the risk of something going wrong.

"Before next Monday, I want the Sequence ability-verified identity. I'll send you the details using your nephew's phone."

"Once the deal is done, I'll let him go. From now on, we'll use your nephew's phone to stay in touch."

"…Fine."

Qin Siyang thought for a moment and then asked, "Is the phone number registered under a real name?"

Qian Wenzhao frowned, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, "You've never used a phone before?"

'How could a key figure from a major faction not know anything about phone numbers?'

"A cellphone is something poor people use. I really haven't used one before."

Qin Siyang replied coldly, as if he didn't care at all.

Qian Wenzhao immediately understood—this young man in front of him used to be a rich young master. He had servants to make calls for him, so he never needed to use a phone himself.

Just how high was Qin Siyang's status?

Even Qian Wenzhao, who held sway over the outskirts of the Safe Zone, suddenly felt uncertain.

"The number isn't registered to a real name, anyone can use it."

"Good."

Qin Siyang directly opened the phone, took a selfie, then sent his details and photo to a number saved as "Uncle" before deleting the message.

"Let me know when it's done. I'll go to your management bureau to collect the credentials."

With that, Qin Siyang didn't wait for Qian Wenzhao's response and left the department store.

Qian Wenzhao stared at Qin Siyang's information, his frown deepening.

"This address… it looks like it's at the very edge of the Safe Zone? And he's an orphan? With this kind of background, awakening a Sequence ability—any fool can tell something's off!"

If this were any other client, Qian Wenzhao might not have cared.

But Qin Siyang was clearly someone with immense power—someone he couldn't afford to provoke.

So, he immediately dialed a number, "Hello? Nephew, it's me. You haven't gone far, right? Come back, let's talk some more."

Qin Siyang hung up, knowing that Qian Wenzhao didn't dare discuss matters over the phone—likely afraid of surveillance—so he turned around and went back.

"Qin Siyang, this address of yours is absolutely no good. Awakening a Sequence ability in a place like that will attract way too much attention. It's too conspicuous!"

"I'm afraid a lot of people will start getting curious about your real identity."

Hearing this, Qin Siyang felt a bit uneasy.

What Qian Wenzhao pointed out was something he hadn't even considered.

"Chief Qian is indeed meticulous. In your opinion, what should I do? My current identity is that of a poor orphan. If my address is in a well-off area, that would also raise suspicion."

"You have a point—that's indeed a problem."

Qian Wenzhao furrowed his brows, pacing back and forth. His drooping eyes darted around as he thought. Then he said, "If a fixed residence won't work, just list 'nomadic.'"

"Nomadic?"

"Yes, nomadic. You're a wandering orphan, and there's no telling where exactly you wander. Even in the more developed areas of the Safe Zone, it's possible that you're staying in the home of some kind-hearted person, with no worries about food or shelter."

"If I'm staying with a kind-hearted person, can I still be called a drifter?"

"More or less. At the very least, it makes more sense than your current address. There have been cases of drifters awakening Sequences in well-off areas before—though most of them were bankrupt merchants or illegitimate children kicked out of wealthy families."

Qin Siyang thought it over again, "But the people around me all know I live on the outskirts of the Safe Zone. If they see my information listed as 'nomadic,' wouldn't they find it suspicious?"

"The people around you? That group of ants from [Ju'an Academy]? They can't even awaken Sequences—how could they possibly have access to your registration details?"

"What if they do? I need to be absolutely certain."

Qian Wenzhao considered for a moment before saying, "If you're that worried, then sell your house or burn it down—make yourself a real drifter."

Qin Siyang crossed his arms, thinking it over for a while. Qian Wenzhao's suggestion made sense.

The term "nomadic" could cover up a lot of issues and save him plenty of trouble.

"Alright. Let's go with that."

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