Fang Senyan regarded Mogansa. While the man appeared sincere, Fang Senyan was not one to trust easily. In the proximity of the Spatial Rift, self-interest reigned supreme; without sufficient incentive, how could one be persuaded? So, after a moment of consideration, Fang Senyan smiled suddenly, produced the key Vant had dropped, and proactively initiated a contract with the slightly puzzled Mogansa via the Nightmare Imprint.

This contract was a bounty-based agreement.

If Mogansa could successfully leave this world and return to the Nightmare Space within one minute, he would be rewarded with the key Vant had dropped.

If Mogansa failed to leave this world within that minute, his highest base attribute points would be deducted by 10.

Even then, Fang Senyan did not fully trust Mogansa and still threw out such a lure as a test, but Mogansa’s face immediately lit up—that idiot Vant had killed at least five people, yielding an extremely high drop rate, and he was laden with excellent gear; his lost Blood-Soaked Key was undoubtedly worth a fortune. He instantly agreed to Fang Senyan’s contract and vanished from the spot. Merely 45 seconds later, Fang Senyan received confirmation that the contract had been fulfilled. Looking again, Vant’s Blood-Soaked Key was indeed gone.

Only then did Fang Senyan finally relax completely. No matter how powerful Mogansa was, he absolutely could not tamper with a contract in that manner. However, he was immediately plunged into doubt: why would Mogansa suddenly choose to show him goodwill?

Three days later, Mogansa, having returned to the real world, stumbled out of a bar in Mogadishu.

The black man’s thick lips trembled, his eyes bloodshot from alcohol.

He was wearing ragged military fatigues and still clutching a bottle of strong liquor.

He walked to a secluded stretch of beach, took a drag from a cigarette, and sat on a reef, watching the tide churn the waves into foam at his feet before pouring the entire bottle of liquor into the sea. "Old friend, forgive me."

"It’s not that I didn't want revenge, but this vengeance simply cannot be achieved."

"Thirty points in Stamina, respectable Strength and Perception."

"A clear mind, a terrifying grasp of the big picture, and immense ambition!"

"More importantly! He actually possesses defensive innate abilities! A person like that, such a terrifying fellow! And he must have grasped the general situation we are about to face, even after only hearing fragments of it!! How could I possibly stand against him? How dare I… oppose him?"

Mogansa’s departure also allowed Fang Senyan to breathe a huge sigh of relief. This man’s strategic acumen could be abnormally strong; often, when he himself was cornered and desperate, he could perceive the flaws of distant allies or enemies in time to provide timely aid or launch a counterattack. Fang Senyan guessed this was achieved through Mogansa’s innate ability. Without this man in the Symbiotic Society, Fang Senyan felt the pressure of implementing their plans ease by five or six tenths.

In fact, Fang Senyan guessed correctly; Mogansa’s innate ability was named: Primal Instinct.

He was an orphan since childhood, raised in a perpetually chaotic and volatile society. If he hadn't developed the instinct to constantly guard against others, he would never have survived until now. Thus, this ability had awakened early in reality, what some people referred to as the Sixth Sense.

Although this Sixth Sense was absolutely not as magically potent as the Bronze Saints, it was like when a person is accidentally pricked by a needle; the body automatically recoils without conscious thought. Primal Instinct was a massively enhanced, instinctive reaction to incoming danger. There was a chance, while firing a gun, to instinctively make the most optimal firing choice based on the surrounding battlefield environment.

Furthermore, a lifetime of hardship had tempered Mogansa’s Perception to a truly formidable level.

Fang Senyan shook his head, pushing Mogansa’s matters aside. At this moment, among the Banks Gang members, Dass had been repelled, the man with gold-rimmed glasses, Finley, was severely injured by a scroll, and another agile melee Contractor and Deco, who used a longbow, had fought each other to a mutual standstill, neither capable of killing the other, forcing them to temporarily disengage and link up with their teammates.

The Symbiotic Society side was not faring much better. The only one with significant fighting capability left was Fang Senyan; Phil, who specialized in summoning, was heavily wounded, and Deco was also severely injured. It was worth noting that two Intelligence Contractors were still buried under the rubble and hadn't climbed out yet—likely freaks who had invested all their attribute points into Intelligence or Spirit, leaving their physical stamina no different from ordinary people.

Fang Senyan first checked the building Vant had tried to flee into, discovering a small teleportation array, though it was already defunct. After a moment’s thought, he smeared himself with blood and painfully, barely managed to lean against the wall while walking toward where Phil and the others were hiding. These two were also tensed to their absolute limit, flinching at every sound inside the building, and visibly relaxed when they saw Fang Senyan. Phil even anxiously asked:

"How did it go?"

Fang Senyan bit his tongue, painfully coughed up blood, and managed: "Dass was driven off, Vant is gone, but Mogansa was also grievously wounded—both his legs were severed, so he grabbed Vant's key and forcibly returned."

"That’s good." Deco also let out a breath of relief, clutching his own severed arm and groaning: "That idiot Dass was using a Mauser rifle; he wouldn't dare charge into complex terrain like this building. As long as Vant is dead, we are safe."

Phil, his face pale, added: "The Metal Mentor just sent a message—this time the Banks Gang deployed a Silver Plot-level item obtained from the Matrix World: the Miniature Data Stream Wormhole. This allows them to send reinforcements into this world, though they can only stay for a few hours. They were ambushed by the Banks Gang members, but they should be arriving soon."

Fang Senyan’s heart stirred:

"Why didn't they use the team's communication channel to inform the Metal Mentor about our situation here?"

"We're suppressed," Deco muttered sullenly. "The Banks Gang’s team rank is higher than ours. Even the Metal Mentor can only send us single-line magical transmissions. Unless we can master equally profound magical abilities ourselves, there's no way to reply."

Only then did Fang Senyan truly settle down—if Mogansa really still possessed "profound magical abilities" sufficient to handle a low-probability event like signaling for help, then he would concede the point. Thus, Fang Senyan sat down, closed his eyes to rest. However, because his prior action of conspicuously charging forward to draw fire only to retreat midway had directly caused casualties, his cowardly behavior was quite despicable, so Deco and Phil were not exactly friendly toward him. The atmosphere among the three was awkward for a time.

Suddenly, Deco’s face turned ashen as he stood up and roared from his hiding spot by the window:

"Finley! Why betray the team, why betray us? What did the Symbiotic Society ever do to you?"

After a long pause, Finley’s voice drifted over, remarkably level:

"The Symbiotic Society never wronged me, but where did I wrong the Symbiotic Society? In the last world, my contribution score was clearly higher; I lost three pets, a full three! Do you know how much effort that cost me? Why did all the benefits go to Nu-Zhan? From that moment, I understood: as long as I stayed in this team, I would forever be Nu-Zhan's understudy, to put it nicely; to put it crudely, I would be Nu-Zhan's dog! Never to rise!"

Deco opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but couldn't get the words out. Finley, however, grew increasingly agitated, roaring out loud—it was hard to imagine such rage coming from his appearance:

"My personal benefits aside, I endured it for the sake of the team back then! But within the Symbiotic Society, I see absolutely no future! This organization is developing completely aberrantly! Look at what the Metal Mentor is doing! A piece of clothing that adds 3 Defense is sold off to enhance pets; a bracelet that adds 4 Stamina is traded for two Intelligence-boosting pieces of equipment! They are completely using all melee Contractors as cannon fodder!"

"You short-sighted fools, are you really so naive as to think that relying on Nu-Zhan’s dinosaur obtained from the Jurassic Park world will let you conquer everything? Naive! I tell you, the role of a Summoner is offense and support. If a team cannot cultivate a true defensive Contractor, total annihilation is the only outcome; you have absolutely no future, you people have no idea how terrifying the future is!!!!"

Deco lowered his head, then suddenly lifted it and shouted:

"Finley, come back. We will talk to the Metal Mentor together; even if the team has flaws, can't we fix them together?"

Finley let out a bitter, wild laugh:

"Do you really think you have me cornered? If that kid named Sailor hadn't been lucky enough to show up and muddy the waters, we would have won long ago. Even so, I tell you, the ones intercepting the Metal Mentor and Nu-Zhan are being handled personally by Commander Banks—they are done for!"

The moment Finley finished speaking, a sound of clashing metal echoed from afar:

"Sorry to disappoint you, Finley. Banks is strong, but he was ultimately beaten into the wormhole and forced to retreat shamefully."

Upon hearing this, all the Symbiotic Society members’ faces lit up with joy, and they rushed out. The surviving members of the Banks Gang, however, looked utterly disheartened and dead inside; the survivors were likely only peripheral members. Only core elites like Vant would know about the teleportation array, so they could only wait there for the final outcome.

Now, I will announce the result of the last interaction.

Alas, I miscalculated; I didn't anticipate the might of the great Baidu.

That’s right, the correct answer to the interaction was: Beowulf. The line from the movie, paired with the context, truly possessed significant emotional resonance!