I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 641 - 397 Special Strangenesses_2

Chapter 641: Chapter 397: Special Strangenesses_2 Chapter 641: Chapter 397: Special Strangenesses_2 “Who are you?” a sharp voice rang out from behind, followed by the sound of machinery—likely some type of firearm.

Rewind!

Time reverted to a few dozen seconds earlier. This time, Yan Junze stood in front of the sign without looking at the first and second items but directly at the third.

[3. Magnetic Energy Biometric Laser Defense activated in the warehouse. Due to radiation effects, personnel previously stationed outside the warehouse are to immediately evacuate as of today. Warning patrols are limited to the outer corridors, and one should not approach the warehouse unless absolutely necessary.]

“Who are you?”

The same sharp voice and the same question arose behind Yan Junze, then the sound of firearms began.

Rewind!

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In an instant, Yan Junze was back in the room where he had arrived, leaning against the bookshelf, in a half-crouch.

By this time, Vice President Charles and Assam had already departed, and Yan Junze remained crouched there, carefully recalling the content of the notice outside the warehouse.

It seemed that this warehouse wasn’t always like this and had only been recently upgraded.

Now, to Yan Junze, the most important was the third item.

What’s this crap about Magnetic Energy paired with laser defense? What kind of bizarre weapon was that?

The fact that the original guards outside were evacuated suggested that the radiation impact was indeed significant. If the laser defense was fully activated inside the warehouse, it meant that the hints provided by the Atlas were correct.

Because Yan Junze was unaware, he had stated his desired space-time positioning to be in the room where the Book of Oath was stored, and that room was the warehouse next door, a dangerously extreme location with the laser defense turned on.

No wonder the Atlas warned him that he would lose his life immediately upon entering! It seemed to care about not losing its host after all.

But now, Yan Junze found himself in a predicament. From what it looked like, successfully taking the Book of Oath was simply impossible; these guys were guarding it too tightly.

If all else failed, he might try disarming some of the special strangenesses required for the ritual altar first, especially those extremely unique ones for which no substitute could be readily found.

Yan Junze believed that if Vice President Charles had used his influence to secretly search for special strangenesses long ago, some of them were likely incredibly rare.

Even if there were substitutes, they surely wouldn’t be as suitable for the altar’s needs as the original special strangeness.

Thinking this through, Yan Junze temporarily abandoned the idea of stealing the Book of Oath. No help for it; that warehouse was impregnable.

Not to mention, he wasn’t Tom Cruise, capable of stealing retinas, hanging upside down like Spider-Man, or employing various flawless disguise techniques and tricks—he knew none of them.

Besides, Tom Cruise had an impressive team for support, whereas he was all alone.

He stood up and walked around the room, noticing a coat rack by the fireplace with a men’s black trench coat hanging on it along with a hat, belonging to someone unknown.

Yan Junze chose to Rewind again.

This time, time rewound to the moment right after Charles and Assam had just left the room, one after the other.

He immediately stood up, went to the coat rack, took down the black trench coat, and put it on. It felt a bit large but was wearable.

Then, he took the hat with a brim and put it on his head; it fit perfectly. Buttoning up the two front buttons of the coat, he moved to the door by the fireplace, gently pulled it open, and walked out.

In his line of sight, Charles and Assam had reached the elevator, one pressing the button to go up, the other down.

Charles smiled, “You really not planning to attend the meeting?”

Assam replied, “Not going, that old man won’t convince me.”

Charles laughed, and at that time, the descending elevator arrived, the doors opened, and Assam stepped in.

“See you in two days, and when you inform me, I hope you bring good news,” Assam said while walking in, bidding farewell to Charles.

Charles nodded, and shortly after, the ascending elevator arrived. He stepped in, and the doors slowly closed.

Yan Junze’s steps were slow, and it wasn’t until the elevator began moving upward that he slowly approached the elevator doors and glanced up at the display showing the floors reached.

Seventh floor!

And the building they were in seemed to have not too many floors, the highest being the seventh.

Perhaps Vice President Charles’s office was on the top floor.

But now that he had gone into his own office, it wasn’t convenient for Yan Junze to follow; he planned to re-enter the room he had come from to hide a while longer, and when it was later, he would go up to the seventh floor to investigate.

Turning to walk back, he glanced up inadvertently and was startled to see that the fourth room away from the elevator, merely three rooms down, had “Vice President’s Office” written on the door.

Behind the words for the office was a parenthetical, inside which was written “David Charles.”

He hadn’t expected the guy’s office to be on this level.

Wondering why Charles would go up to the top floor, Yan Junze didn’t have time to ponder any longer. He immediately approached, pressed down the door handle, and gave a gentle push; the office wasn’t locked.

At that moment, Yan Junze felt like he was cheating in a game—finding Charles’s office immediately when he wanted to, and upon wanting to enter, he was able to do so without issue, a feeling even better than winning the jackpot.

After entering, he closed the door softly behind him. The office was spacious and luxuriously decorated, comprising two rooms. The front was the reception area, and only beyond it was the actual office.