【Guide (attacker) × Sentinel (receiver), strong protagonists】 Lu Yuanfeng is a low-level guide whose compatibility with all sentinels is under 20%. He can’t even establish the most basic mental link—even in this era of extreme guide scarcity, he’s a truly baffling anomaly. With no talent to enter the White Tower, he’s stuck scavenging in polluted zones with outpost sentinels. During one expedition, the polluted zone unexpectedly collapses, and countless mutated creatures threaten to swallow Lu Yuanfeng whole—until a man suddenly descends from above, reducing the monsters to bloody pulp with his blade. Lu Yuanfeng stares at the highest-level danger mark on the man’s uniform and those pure white eyes, lost in thought. Good news: This guy must be an SSS-rank sentinel. Bad news: He’s in a frenzied state, and his next target seems to be… him. Lu Yuanfeng: Thanks, I’m alive—but not really. As the other turns to attack him, Lu Yuanfeng resorts to desperate measures, releasing his spiritual entity in an attempt to form a mental link. The expected assault never comes. But wait… Horrified, Lu Yuanfeng watches the spiritual tentacles coiling around the man. Isn’t his spiritual entity supposed to be a cat? Since when did it become a tentacle monster—WHAT THE HELL?! … The Empire’s strongest combatant, SSS-rank sentinel Helou Yin, has never found a matching guide. His mind teeters on the brink of frenzy, and the only fate awaiting him is descent into madness and destruction. His mental landscape is forever a blood-red sky—cold, desolate, untouched by any other presence. Until one day, a bunch of tentacles inexplicably squeeze in, chattering strange words: 【Wow, a snek】 【White one】 【So cute】 Helou: ? THAT’S A PYTHON!!! … After awakening a dual spiritual entity, three problems persistently plague Lu Yuanfeng: 1. The tentacles won’t obey and keep running off. 2. His compatibility with the SSS-rank sentinel is alarmingly high. 3. The unruly tentacles keep worming their way into the other’s mental landscape—AGAIN! One day, Helou finally corners Lu Yuanfeng, his voice low and accusatory: “Why…?” Lu Yuanfeng hides the tentacles behind his back: “Uh, I can explain—” The top-tier sentinel glares coldly, though his ears burn red: “Then why haven’t you approved the exclusive match yet?” Lu Yuanfeng: ? This isn’t what he expected…