Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 367 Didi Chuxing's proxy ride service is now online.

real world.

Inside an office at the headquarters of the Bureau of Extraordinary Events.

A man whose attire and appearance were completely out of place in the modern environment, resembling a student from an ancient academy.

She was looking the other man up and down in the office chair.

The other person's image was much simpler compared to his.

It's even too simple.

He was wearing a plain, simple short-sleeved shirt with no patterns or designs, and his neat short hair made him look like an office worker relaxing at home on the weekend.

The strong, powerful muscles and chiseled face beneath the casual short-sleeved shirt inexplicably give one a sense of security.

The man in ancient costume walked to a cabinet and took down a wine bottle from it.

Looking at the iconic "Red Star Erguotou" characters.

He couldn't help but frown.

He said helplessly, "Master Long, you are, after all, the strongest player in China... oh no, I should say the strongest player in the entire Spirit Disaster game. You are a man who stands at the top of the pyramid in terms of both strength and status."

"The chair you're sitting on alone probably cost enough to be auctioned off."

"Could we please not put a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in this kind of environment? It would be such an eyesore."

"If all else fails, I can bring you some good wine."

Upon hearing his complaint, the man known as Lord Dragon simply stretched out his arms toward where he was.

The next second, the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) that the man in ancient costume was holding seemed to lose gravity and float into his hand as if attracted by something.

boo——

He opened the bottle cap and tilted his head back, taking a big, hearty gulp.

He then slowly said, "What's wrong with Erguotou? Why are you being so fussy? Does having a high social status mean you have to drink good liquor?"

"Since you, Young Master Qin, have so much spare money, why don't you donate some to the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs for its operating expenses?"

"You should know that I'm not talking about banknotes, but about harmful currency."

These words left the man in period costume speechless.

She rolled her eyes and changed the subject.

His expression also became slightly more serious.

Looking at that sword, which is considered the symbol of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs and even serves as its emblem, it was just casually tossed in a corner of the office, gathering dust. An unsuspecting person might mistake it for some kind of firewood stick.

He couldn't help but ask, "Let's get down to business."

"You've been suppressing the abyss for so many years, and your wife has been longing for you to come back all this time, but you've never done anything about it. Why didn't you even notify her when you came back this time?"

"Did something urgent happen that you came back?"

Their identities are already quite obvious.

The man in ancient costume is naturally the manager of the [Mainland Hotel], and also the player with the most substantial personal assets in the entire Spirit Disaster game—

【Qin Shusheng】.

The latter is a man who looks to be only in his early thirties.

It is recognized as the strongest – [Azure Dragon].

No one expected that this significant meeting would take place in this way at the headquarters of the Bureau of Extraordinary Events.

The initial art style even made people think it was an old friends chatting casually.

Qinglong responded to Qin Shusheng's question in a low voice: "Ye Shihui and I have a clean relationship. Don't mention my 'family.' Besides, with the public beta just around the corner, there are too many changes. It's only natural for me to withdraw and go back to reality to oversee things. There's no need to deliberately notify anyone."

Many people had noticed the changes in the Bureau of Strange Events several days ago.

Everyone, including Wu Wang, clearly felt the unprecedented unity and strength of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs during this period.

It has a sense of a sleeping lion finally revealing its fangs.

The reason is that the Azure Dragon has returned to reality to take charge.

His presence deterred anyone in the bureau who harbored ulterior motives from making any rash moves.

It also dealt a heavy blow to those members of the "Disaster Cult" who attempted to cause trouble, as well as to foreign organizations that were secretly spying on China.

The situation in the capital where a crisis was dealt with in advance before it even occurred.

It was thanks to the Azure Dragon's foresight.

He was like a living god looking down upon the world.

They took in all the unusual circumstances.

Qin Shusheng sighed and said, "Come on, who can't see what that nicknamed 'Madman' has for you?"

"Although she's a carefree person who likes to tease others, she only shows that kind of careful concern in front of you. We've seen it all. After all these years, why don't you give her a definite answer?"

The nickname he mentioned, "Madman," refers to Ye Shihui, whom Qinglong had just mentioned.

It was clearly the president of the Tarot Club, that quirky witch.

If this conversation gets out...

This is expected to be the most exciting news about the game "Spirit Disaster" recently, besides the "open beta".

The president of the Tarot Club has developed feelings for the director of the Bureau of Extraordinary Events!
Qinglong's expression remained unchanged.

It seems that nothing in this world could change his composure.

After taking another sip of Erguotou, he said in a calm tone, "I've said it before, I won't consider any matters of personal feelings until the shackles of the spiritual calamity on humanity are completely broken."

"I know you came here to ask about the abnormal cooldown in the dungeon, right?"

"Don't worry, this is normal."

"Only the representatives of the various divine messengers or venerable ones are experiencing cooling anomalies."

"This means that their power is gradually influencing reality because of the upcoming [public beta]."

"They just wanted to give their spokesperson special treatment in the final stage."

"No need to worry, she can handle it herself."

These blunt words left Qin Shusheng feeling utterly helpless.

He knew that Qinglong's goal was so lofty.

He only felt a little regret for his friend, the witch.

This man, destined for greatness, doesn't seem to need you to be the woman behind him.

Before he could say anything more...

On the contrary, Qinglong sighed slightly.

He said with a hint of regret, "Unfortunately, I told you not to become the spokesperson for any divine messenger or venerable one."

"While this will grant you immense power in the short term, it will also place an additional layer of shackles upon you."

"Hopefully, after this [public beta], you will be able to find a way to break free from these shackles."

His words left Qin Shusheng stunned.

Then he gently touched his forehead.

A very subtle mark appeared on it.

This is the mark of his becoming a spokesperson.

He responded helplessly, "Choosing to become a spokesperson is just another path we're trying."

"Every path needs someone to be a pioneer. If there are no predecessors, then let us be the pioneers."

"If we could really find a way to obtain power from those beings and break free from the shackles they have placed upon us."

"That will bring humanity another vast new sky."

"After all, not everyone can have the talent that you possess, which is enough to defy the heavens."

"No one can replicate your path; we need to find a new one."

These words suddenly caused a strange emotion to flash in Qinglong's eyes.

It seems to be out of helplessness.

It also seems like a pity.

He slowly began to speak: "Actually, I am not the only traveler on this path."

"When I first entered the Abyss, I encountered a player in a dungeon who had also developed his own potential to the extreme without relying on external forces."

"I also intend to take her as my disciple and make her my successor."

"Unfortunately, she met with misfortune before she had fully grown up."

Qin Shusheng had never heard Qinglong mention such a thing before.

Intrigued, he sat down at the desk.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "You also take on apprentices? Are you planning to train the next strongest player in the Spirit Disaster?"

Qinglong nodded solemnly.

His gaze seemed to recall the encounter with that special player.

His tone also became slightly more serious as he said:

"If she continues to grow stronger, she might just become the next strongest player in the Calamity."

“A talent in certain skills can even allow me to learn something from them.”

"After all, I'm not omnipotent, and there are aspects I'm not very good at."

Qin Shusheng, who had initially just been observing with a detached, gossipy attitude, was now completely shocked.

What skills can Qinglong learn from this?
What kind of talent does this player, who almost became a reserve disciple of the Azure Dragon, possess that is so extraordinary?
No wonder even someone like Qinglong felt a little regretful.

Such a genius has tragically passed away prematurely.

This can be considered a loss to humanity in some sense.

"What's this player's name?" Qin Shusheng asked instinctively.

Azure Dragon's gaze fell upon the precious sword in the corner.

Said word for word:

"Her name is Heartless Fairy."

"Her sword can break all laws."

"His swordsmanship talent is the strongest I've ever seen, including players and dungeon creatures, without exception."

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"Big...Big sister...you..."

Return to the virtual world of the game "Disaster Fun Show".

Wu Wang's brain seemed to freeze at this moment, unable to process what was happening.

That voice definitely belongs to the eldest sister, Wu Qing!

But didn't she already die in that accident?

Could it be another hallucination like the one I experienced in the orphanage before?

However, before he could figure out what was going on...

Suddenly, my left hand rose uncontrollably and slowly stretched out horizontally.

Just as it was about to touch the bone wall of the [War Lord]'s eye socket.

But inexplicably, it stretched into a strange space.

This familiar feeling made Wu Wang's eyes widen immediately. He began to wonder if he was really hallucinating.

This feeling is because you are taking something out of your backpack.

"Holy crap! Why can I suddenly use the [Backpack]?"

"The big boss really fired me? He's not even going to keep up the act anymore?"

Snapped--

Wu Wang wanted to try to analyze what exactly was going on.

His left hand had already grasped a weapon and pulled it out of his backpack.

It could be seen clearly under the eerie green will-o'-the-wisps.

That was the broken sword of Xiaochuan, which was now missing its tip.

"Brother, lend me your body."

A familiar voice came from the purple fragment floating in front of them.

Then, the fragment actually combined with the [Laughing River Broken Sword].

It was filled in the broken part perfectly.

They seem to be one entity!

In an instant, the rust on the sword began to peel away, revealing a sharp, cold glint beneath.

It's like an antique that has been on display for a long time regaining the luster it had when it was first made.

The bandages that Wu Wang had originally wrapped around his hands to prevent rust from cutting his hands were also burned to ashes in the eerie green ghost fire.

A strange purple hue spread upwards from the hilt of the sword.

Exquisite patterns are outlined on the blade and guard.

To be honest, the current Xiaochuan is so good that it could be used as a work of art.

It no longer looks as dilapidated and old as it did before.

The next second, Wu Wang realized that there seemed to be some kind of consciousness attached to him within [Xiao Chuan].

To be honest, in the past, when I encountered this situation...

He could immediately think of attacks such as possession or mental pollution.

This time, however, Wu Wang felt no malice whatsoever.

Unlike the feeling I had when I encountered members of the Disaster Cult in the orphanage who used the Soul Weight Contract to forcibly manipulate my control over my body.

The current Wu Wang is like an apprentice practicing swordsmanship.

It felt like the teacher was gently adjusting my posture from behind.

Warm and peaceful.

Even the [Vision of Truth] was affected the moment [Laughing River] finished repairing.

Wu Wang saw the name of that consciousness—

【The Heartless Immortal (Wu Qing)】

The former should be the player ID, and the latter is the real name.

I don't know when the [Vision of Truth] evolved to have the box-opening function.

This skill seems to have evolved since we dealt with Ethan last time.

Of course, the key now is—

The Wu Qing standing before him might really be the eldest sister he thought had passed away!

She's still alive!?
Wait a minute, why is the older sister still a player?
And it seems like they've been a player for a long time.

Before Wu Wang could figure out the problem,

Suddenly, a violent tremor arose around them.

It appears that the Warlords are engaged in a fierce battle.

The witch's voice also reached into the closed eye sockets:
"Widow! Are you still alive?!"

"Don't tell me you jumped into its eye to commit suicide!"

These words left Wu Wang somewhat helpless.

Go tell my boss what you have to say; it's his fault for hiding the "cheat reward" in such an elusive location.

The witches outside are indeed extremely busy right now.

Human casualties are gradually occurring.

The power of [Order] is also weakened due to the decrease in the number of people.

[War Lord] Relying on its massive size, it never allowed itself to get close to its core.

They thought that if the widow jumped into its eye socket, there would be a way to extinguish its ghostly flames directly.

But to my surprise, the guy went silent as soon as he passed by.

Is the mighty Holy Son of Desire here to be a joke?

Just as the witch was about to try some more aggressive attacks...

Suddenly, I noticed that the skull face of the Warlord was showing visible pain.

Even when I broke its leg with the power of [Order], it had never shown such a pained expression.

The next second, the other person's right eye suddenly exploded.

The eerie green will-o'-the-wisp was no longer in the empty eye sockets.

Only one tall figure slowly emerged from it.

He was holding a strange, sharp sword that he had never seen before during the entire battle.

He tapped the Warlord's cheekbone with his hand.

With a disdainful expression, he said, "So it was you who bullied my brother?"

The War Lord couldn't understand what this guy was saying; it only knew that the will-o'-the-wisp in one of its eye sockets had inexplicably gone out.

This also means that it instantly lost half of its internal power.

The human ranks below, who were facing a relentless onslaught from the undead army, felt a bit more relaxed.

These undead creatures seem to be getting weaker.

Enraged, the War Lord raised his hand to grab the bastard across his face.

However, when its giant hand, larger than Wu Wang's entire body, covered him...

Just as the witch was preparing to use the power of [Order] to help resist...

Unexpectedly, Wu Wang simply held his sword horizontally in front of him with one hand, showing no sign of retreat in his eyes.

He said, word by word, "Cut off his hand first, as interest for the pain he's inflicted."

He drew his sword as soon as he finished speaking.

Before the sword is drawn, the storm has already subsided.

The blood cloud summoned by the Warlord still lingered on his hideous hand bones, and his roar had not yet escaped his mouth.

When that sliver of purple light flickered from the crimson, it seemed to steal away all the colors around it.

Only an eerie purple filled everyone's eyes.

Click——

No one could even see clearly what was happening.

They then discovered that the bones of the War Lord, which should have been destroyed only by the witch using the power of Order, were making strange noises.

It's as fragile as a broken tree branch.

Then, a scene that everyone will never forget appeared—

Dust drifting in the air appeared together with the fallen severed arm, its cross-section so smooth that it seemed as if the arm had never been half its original form.

boom!
The severed arm fell with a loud thud in front of the witch, and the resulting gust of wind made her witch's hat flutter loudly.

The figure holding the sword leaped up and landed steadily on the ground.

He watched the widow's back turn.

The witch seemed to sense something was amiss.

When did he start dyeing his hair like this?
Wu Wang's hair color has inexplicably turned into a strange purple, like amethyst, giving him a noble appearance.

When it turned to look at itself, even the pupil of one eye showed this purple hue.

"Miss, why don't you take a break over there, or go help the people behind you? They seem a bit overwhelmed."

"Leave this bastard in front to me. I need to chop off every bone to make soup for my brother."

Although the voice still belonged to Wu Wang.

But the witch felt that the guy standing in front of her was definitely not the same person as that foul-mouthed bastard.

Both his tone and the way he addressed himself were strange.

"you……"

She wanted to ask something.

But the overwhelming army of undead in front of them had already turned around and rushed forward.

It seems that the War Lord sensed some kind of threat from that attack.

It diverted a large portion of the undead army attacking the human formation, thus hindering Wu Wang and the witch's advance.

However, when they rushed in front of us...

But all they saw was a strange purple streak flash by.

Then she lost consciousness.

Only the witch beside her could perceive it—

The widow walked slowly toward the War Lord, as if taking a stroll.

Every undead creature that gets close to him is cut in half at the waist.

It was as if there was a blade in the air that was invisible to the naked eye.

Their bodies were as fragile as tofu, easily destroyed by the sword blade.

This scene was witnessed by the War Lord.

It couldn't help but roar:

"What kind of monster are you! What have you done?!"

It was Wu who had previously attracted it.

Therefore, the Warlord is more able to sense when the opponent's aura has completely changed than the Witch.

Even the War Lord himself, watching from the sidelines, probably wouldn't dare say he was completely confident of defeating this guy.

This guy's current level is actually on par with the descendants of Venerable Ones!

He's just a mere human being!

How can this be! ?
Upon hearing this, a familiar mocking expression suddenly appeared on Wu Wang's face.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Friend, the Didi ride-hailing service I ordered is now online."

"You'd better not say anything, she's furious right now."

(End of this chapter)