Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 675 The Lord's Space
Feng Mu's consciousness sank into the "corridor of consciousness".

Because of the pupil technique parasitized by the [Blood Bar Ghost Eye], Feng Mu was very adept at decorating his own consciousness corridor.

Initially, it was pitch black and nothingness, like a bare, unfinished house with nothing in it. Only an iron throne stood alone in the middle, exuding a silent and heavy pressure, waiting for its master to arrive.

With a thought, Feng Mu sat down on the Iron Throne.

The next instant, the deep darkness receded like a tide, replaced by a soft yet omnipresent pure white light.

The boundaries of the space became clear; it was no longer an infinite void, but rather coalesced into a huge, square, pure white hall.

The walls, floors, and ceilings are all as smooth as mirrors, emitting a soft glow, with no visible seams or light fixtures; the light source seems to come from the materials themselves.

Immediately afterwards, simple doors appeared out of thin air on the surrounding walls, arranged neatly.

There were no superfluous decorations on the door, only a series of clear black numbers, starting from 1 and arranged sequentially up to 44.

The renovation is proceeding quickly and steadily….
Once everything was ready, Feng Mu, along with the iron throne beneath him, slowly floated up, one meter off the ground, and melted into a giant sphere of light.

It radiates a vast and pure light, neither dazzling nor scorching, but simply exists stably, like an artificial sun, becoming the new core of this space.

The surface of the sphere of light was not static, but rather flowed and shimmered with countless intricate characters and blurry phantom images at an astonishing speed, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, leaving only the impression of dazzling, flowing light.

"Hmm, this looks much more approachable, hehe—"

Feng Mu was quite satisfied with his renovation.

"Next, it's time to let the 'users' experience it."

....
Almost simultaneously, the Proxy agents scattered throughout the lower city, no matter where they were or what they were doing at that moment, had their consciousness instantly pulled away from their physical bodies by an irresistible force.

After a brief period of weightlessness and dizziness, they collectively and instinctively prostrated themselves in the direction where the Iron Throne should have been, maintaining the most humble kneeling posture, their foreheads pressed against the cool, smooth ground.

(Despite being conscious entities, they all miraculously possessed the ability to feel touch.)
However, the expected cold and imposing sense of oppression did not materialize.

After a long silence, someone finally cautiously raised their head.

Then, he froze.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people looked up, their faces filled with astonishment and confusion.

The pitch-black void vanished, and the Iron Throne, which was so imposing it was impossible to look directly at, also disappeared.

Instead, there was a bright and spacious pure white hall, and in the center of the hall was a huge sphere of light radiating vast light.

What happened? Where is the Lord?

The agents looked at each other, hesitated, and slowly got up from the ground.

No one spoke; a silence filled with confusion, curiosity, and unease permeated the air.

The crowd's gazes swept over the numbered doors around them with surprise and doubt, but in the end, everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to the huge sphere of light in the center.

It seems to possess a magical power, making it impossible to look away.

A silent sense of awe and reverence permeated the crowd.

As if drawn by a magnet, they all converged on the sphere of light, forming a loose circle.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the ball of light.

The surface of the sphere of light is not smooth, but has countless texts and images flashing, flowing, and changing at an astonishing speed.

The speed was too fast; the text and images were like a rushing torrent, or a rain of uncontrolled code, leaving only extremely blurry fragments to capture.

They tried their best to concentrate, but could only vaguely make out the names and descriptions of the various abilities that were flashing by.

[Ghostly Shadows], [Blade Armor], [Thousand Entwined Threads], [Blood and Flesh Initial Release Holy Technique], [Sharingan], [Byakugan], [Indestructible Vajra Body], [Wind Control Technique], [Shadow Binding], [Mental Piercing], [Cellular Activity Activation], [Elementary Alchemy]...

They could understand some of the names, while others were completely incomprehensible yet impressive, but the names themselves were enough to evoke a flood of thoughts and make their hearts race.

Each skill or technique name seems to be followed by a string of numbers. Because the flashing is too fast, the specific values ​​are not visible. Only the outlines of the numbers can be vaguely seen, and their meaning is not understood.

The agents looked at each other, their faces showing shock, longing, and deep contemplation.

The sheer volume of information overwhelmed their understanding.

Among the crowd, a relatively young-looking agent couldn't help but speak first, his voice trembling with barely suppressed excitement:

"These...are these the abilities that were mainly bestowed upon us? Just looking at the names, they seem incredibly powerful!"

Someone immediately chimed in, their eyes still fixed on the orb of light:

"I think so! But did you even see the words? It was too fast and too blurry!"

The man shook his head vigorously, annoyed, and said:

"Too fast! The detailed descriptions of the abilities are barely visible; only the names can be vaguely glimpsed occasionally. But just from the names, they all seem incredibly powerful."

Chen Fengrui was also standing in the crowd.

He was calmer than the others, but his eyes, fixed on the sphere of light, burned with the most fervent worship and trust.

Hearing the surrounding chatter, he said solemnly:

"Of course! The power of the great grace of the Lord must be equally great, without a doubt!"

Upon hearing this, many people around subconsciously nodded in agreement.

During this period, they received "free" power enhancements time and time again, and their loyalty and trust in the "Lord" were indeed continuously elevated with each pleasant surprise.

Many of them have even tested the power on their own kind.

Although not everyone reached Chen Fengrui's almost pathological fanaticism, everyone's loyalty was at least above the "qualified" level.

Just then, a figure suddenly darted out from the crowd.

It's Luo Ji!
His personality is inherently adventurous, and he believes in the saying "fortune favors the bold."

While everyone was still watching, speculating, and marveling, he was the first to rush to the side of the sphere of light. To everyone's astonishment, he boldly reached out and placed his palm directly on the surface of the sphere of light.

"Be bold!"

Chen Fengrui's face darkened, and he shouted a rebuke, but it was too late to stop him.

Many people around also stared wide-eyed, feeling that Luo Ji's actions were far too rash and a desecration of the "master".

However, the instant Luo Ji's palm touched the surface of the light sphere—

The torrent of information flowing wildly across the surface of the sphere paused slightly, then a clear and stable line of text appeared, replacing the previously blurry flickering text:
[Insufficient redemption privileges.] Insufficient privileges are inevitable.

After all, Feng Mu simply didn't have the ability to bestow all the abilities listed on the light sphere at this moment.

Much of that was fabricated based on his memories of his past life to deceive people... no, it was used to paint a grand blueprint. What he could actually bestow was only a very small portion of it, and that was in the future.

At this stage, the main function of this sphere of light is just to show them, to paint a tempting picture.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't say anything, the final interpretation of everything belongs to the Lord.

"Insufficient redemption privileges?"

Upon seeing the message displayed on the light sphere, the crowd stirred and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

"These abilities... can be 'exchanged'?"

Someone immediately grasped the key point, their voice rising with excitement.
"It just requires some kind of 'permission'!"

As he spoke, the man rushed forward impatiently and placed his palm on the ball of light.

The same message appeared again in the same location—[Insufficient redemption permissions.]

With one person taking the lead, the rest could no longer contain themselves and rushed forward, eagerly placing their hands on the ball of light.

Soon, everyone, including Chen Fengrui, had tried it.

Unsurprisingly, everyone received the same hint, without exception.

The sphere of light was so enormous that even if everyone stood in a circle around it, they could not completely surround it.

Although the exchange failed, everyone seemed to have grasped a hidden meaning from this simple message:
Since the message is "insufficient permissions", there must be some way to "unlock" the permissions!
Everyone was frowning in thought, their eyes darting around, trying to figure out how to gain access.

What's even more interesting is that, despite the clear instructions, no one was willing to be the first to remove their hand from the ball of light.

It was as if the warm light itself possessed some kind of magic, or perhaps it was a subtle sense of reluctance—what if I posted it a little longer and suddenly gained access?
The allure of power lies in the fact that even if you haven't truly obtained it, simply having it subtly displayed before you is enough to make you itch with desire, become obsessed with it, and be unwilling to let go.

Are those numbers?

Finally, someone broke the silence, pointing to the barely discernible numbers on the sphere of light, and said...
"Those numbers, perhaps they are some kind of... 'currency'? Once you accumulate enough 'currency,' maybe you can unlock the permission to exchange them?"

Although Luo Ji's first attempt failed, his mind remained sharp. He shook his head and added:
That's probably right.

But what the Lord needs is certainly not gold in the worldly sense. It must be something else... But what would the Lord require us to offer?

Everyone is thinking about this problem, but no one is willing to openly share their thoughts.

An eerie silence fell over the hall once again.

Only then did people begin to have time to look at each other.

They noticed that what each other was wearing was a reflection of the clothes they wore in reality, but each of them had a clearly visible number on their chest.

The numbers 1 to 44 correspond one-to-one with the numbers on the surrounding white doors.

Someone suddenly realized what was happening and pointed to the surrounding doors:
"Those doors, and the numbers on our clothes, are those...rooms that God has given to each of us?"

Everyone nodded in unison; this guess was reasonable.

Even so, no one was willing to move away from the vicinity of the orb to check out the room that might belong to their number.

A subtle sense of suspicion and competition has begun to quietly grow. What if I just leave and someone suddenly has a flash of inspiration, or God suddenly bestows grace upon someone, allowing them to secretly unlock permissions and exchange for abilities?

Although the possibility seems extremely slim, but... what if it is?
Just as this atmosphere of stalemate and speculation reached its peak.

As if in response to their confusion and expectations, two pure and dazzling golden beams of light suddenly shone down vertically from the pure white ceiling!

The beam of light precisely enveloped two people in the crowd—Chen Fengrui and Luo Ji!
In the next instant, under the astonished and envious gazes of everyone, Chen Fengrui and Luo Ji's bodies were lifted up by an invisible force and slowly floated into the air.

Golden light, like warm holy water, bathed, enveloped, and penetrated their entire bodies, making them appear like gods.

"miracle!"

"It is the Lord! The Lord is showing His grace!"

Some of the quick-thinking individuals gasped in surprise and immediately prostrated themselves on their knees again.

In an instant, everyone else knelt down, looking up at the figures in the two beams of light, their eyes blazing with intense heat.

They secretly hoped that they would be the next chosen by the Holy Light.

These were all, of course, "performance effects" deliberately designed by Feng Mu.

How can the bestowal of power be done in secret?

It must be done in public, under the watchful eyes of many, to maximize its inspirational effect as a "role model."

After about three to five seconds, the golden beam of light slowly dissipated.

Chen Fengrui and Luo Ji slowly landed back on the ground, their feet touching the ground.

Both of them had their eyes closed, seemingly still savoring and feeling the surging new power within their bodies.

It was a completely different feeling from manipulating bones as a [formula], and the related skills and information about the new ability were already deeply imprinted on their souls like instinct.

It can be fully utilized without the need for learning or development.

Seeing that the golden light did not fall again, the surrounding crowd reluctantly got up and immediately surrounded Chen Fengrui and Luo Ji, their eyes burning with undisguised envy, jealousy and hatred.

As Chen Fengrui sensed the two new powerful abilities within his body, he looked at the crowd that had gathered around him and knew what they most wanted to know.

His face flushed with barely suppressed excitement, and he was the first to shout, "Praise be to my Lord!"

Before he finished speaking, he casually stepped forward.

Whoosh!
His figure blurred instantly, appearing like a ghost next to the sphere of light a dozen meters away.

Along his path, a series of incredibly clear, illusory ghostly figures were left behind, lingering slightly before slowly dissipating. The ghostly figures were twisted and lifelike, as if they were alive.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, their eyes fixed on Chen Fengrui, their envy almost palpable.

Seeing Chen Fengrui's demonstration, Luo Ji was not to be outdone. He also stepped down, and as his figure swayed, a string of ghostly shadows followed behind him, appearing almost immediately next to the ball of light.

The two stood on either side of the sphere of light, and as if struck by a sudden inspiration, they pressed their hands back down.

(End of this chapter)