Rebirth of the God Hunter Legend

Chapter 231 Attractive
Satisfied, Ling Chuan withdrew his gaze from the clone and once again released the branch command of [Divine Shadow Clone].

Suddenly, the shadow clone expanded and split, turning into writhing black shadows that melted into his feet.

In an instant, a vortex of shadow, resembling a halo, slowly rotated beneath his feet, making him appear as if he were standing on a dark abyss, filled with a mysterious and dangerous aura.

"So this is how the convergent state is represented. I really like it." The chuunibyou uncle naturally praised the cool special effects.

He glanced at the real-virtual synchronization time; the number was displayed at 5:32 AM, perfectly exceeding his expected completion time.

There was nothing he could do; he hadn't expected Lu Feng's personality to be so eccentric, resorting to kidnapping at the slightest provocation. Fortunately, the ending exceeded his budget, so overall he made a small profit. His only regret was not being punctual with his older sister and the others again, which seemed to be a frequent occurrence lately, making him feel somewhat ashamed.

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Just then, a private chat notification sounded in the chat window. He subconsciously thought it was a message of comfort from his older sister and others, but when he opened the private chat notification, he saw another man.

[Private Chat] Qingmo Duanjian: "Ahem... Past life and present life, I'm logging off now. Goodnight, sweet dreams."

The voice message, spoken in a pleasant tone and with a proper attitude, momentarily stunned Ling Chuan, but he quickly snapped back to reality.

"Almost forgot."

To be honest, so much had happened that evening that he had long forgotten about the 'personal favor' he had shown to Qingmo Duanjian. He hadn't expected that this guy would show a different temperament from his previous life, and that he could keep such an obviously humiliating agreement. This showed that there was still hope for him to be reformed. If he could save him with all his might, he might be able to break the myth of being single for ten years.

"Not bad."

Ling Chuan was in a great mood and made a decision: if Qing Mo could continue to keep his promise tomorrow morning, he wouldn't mind having one more person in the [Swamp Training Team]. A slap followed by a sweet treat is an age-old training tactic.

"Here, I've given you the chance. Whether you can seize it or not is entirely up to you, Xiao Qingmo. Don't let me down."

With a squinting grin, Ling Chuan crushed the return scroll with a bang and directly clicked on the North City area.

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With a flash of white light, Ling Chuan appeared inside the North City teleportation array. As soon as he showed his face, the rich aroma of malt liquor, along with the hustle and bustle of the heat wave, hit him in the face. Everywhere he looked, the rest area, whether it was the staircases, walkways, flower beds, or corners of the walls, was filled with players holding drinks and eating various snacks.

At first glance, it felt like a dream, but a moment later, smiles spread across my face. I recalled seeing a similar scene in my past life, back in the first year of the game's launch. Players went from feeling awkward and unfamiliar with each other to logging off and going to sleep after a day's activities, to becoming familiar with each other and reluctant to part. As a result, after each activity, players from all walks of life would gather in the various rest areas to exchange their experiences of the day, or talk about their disappointments in real life, or share their personal joys. Over time, this developed into a habit that has been passed down within the game.

Unfortunately, in the second year of his revelation, his FNC syndrome worsened significantly, and he could no longer rest in the main city. His account was always left in the wild. If he accidentally died, he could only wait until 4 a.m. when the player density was the lowest to log in and resurrect, and then escape the main city as quickly as possible.

That's right, what appears to be the safest place to the player was actually the most dangerous place for him in his past life. Therefore, being able to experience this scene again, transcending past and present lives, is something he truly misses dearly.

"Hey! Boss of this life! Is your schedule over?" Suddenly, someone called his ID from the side. Ling Chuan, who was bursting with nostalgia, turned around at the sound and saw several unfamiliar players in their twenties. Their clothes were dusty and their expressions were full of weariness, but their eyes and the corners of their mouths, which best express human emotions, held an undisguised satisfaction and joy.

"Well, it's over. You seem to have had a good haul."

A smile and a response are basic qualities of someone who commands top popularity. High-profile yet not aloof, ruthless yet approachable—the coexistence of contradictions creates personal charm. As a former high-ranking member of a club, who understands the art of recruitment better than him in terms of operations?

"Ah! Yes...yes! Today's harvest was quite fruitful! Also, boss, I'm your fan, you were incredibly handsome today! We're all people who were disgusted by Qingmo Duanjian, he..."

The young man had only hoped to greet his idol, thinking that just a glance from the big shot would be a great favor. He never expected that the other party would not only look at him but also respond with great kindness. He was so excited that his voice trembled.

"Shh..."

Before the young man could finish speaking, Ling Chuan interrupted him with a hiss and chuckled, "I didn't think too much when I killed him. If it helped you get revenge, then that's just icing on the cake. You can be happy in your hearts, but you don't need to say it out loud. After all, there are a lot of people here, and I haven't completely tamed him yet. If he goes crazy and bites someone, you might not be able to handle it."

The young man was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but then he realized what was going on. Just as he was about to speak, Ling Chuan reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "I should go now. Keep leveling up, the future is bright."

After saying that, Ling Chuan blinked, turned and left, leaving the young man and his team staring in astonishment. Only after Ling Chuan disappeared into the crowd did they turn red in the face, their excitement beyond words. They could only clench their fists and beat their chests, their fighting spirit soaring as they resolved to become stronger.

……

His black armor sculpted his body, and blood-red curtains fluttered in the air. His distinctive attire drew the attention of everyone in the rest area. Coupled with his exceptionally handsome appearance, he was truly a show-off.

"Okay."

Having achieved his goal of generating buzz through ostentatious displays of power, Ling Chuan seized the opportunity to slip into a dark alleyway, reappearing as if he had already blended into the shadows.

You might think this is unnecessary, but it's actually a setup he laid. After all, [Killing Paradise] declared war on him at noon, so they must have thoroughly researched and analyzed his class characteristics, inherent skills, and equipment strength through various channels before targeting him.

However, Killing Paradise is not the same as the glorious Tang Dynasty. If they are on high alert, there will be great resistance when they slaughter. The minions are easy to kill, but there is no benefit in killing them. The real targets have had the cruel experience of being killed in the Black Coffin Pit, so they must have rich experience in surviving.

He didn't want his prey to be too armed, so he decided to make a high-profile appearance first, showcasing his new strength to shake their judgment. Then, he would take the opportunity to conceal his [Divine Shadow Technique] to prevent them from being scared off by the hunter's stealth ability, which would affect the progress of the business and waste time.

As for the subsequent counterattack, he had already devised a brilliant plan, guaranteeing that the killing paradise would be a place of unparalleled pleasure.

Thinking of this, he grinned and, stepping on the shadows, headed straight for the north gate.

(End of this chapter)