A Comprehensive Network: An Endless Adventure Begins as a Wanderer

Chapter 121 Malice from the Extreme Cold Hell

The endless multiverse, the Nine Hells, Stygia.

This is the fifth level of the Nine Hells, a dark and icy ocean covered by endless glaciers.

The iceberg occupied a favorable position, creating a long shadow that formed an endless twilight over the entire frozen layer.

The River Styx, like a giant black serpent, meanders through the saltwaters of Stygia.

Where it connects to the ocean, the local residents can clearly distinguish its oily and decaying waters from the surrounding sea.

The largest ice floe in all of Stygia supports the entire city of Tantelin, and the waters of the River Styx also flow through the city and across this ice floe.

At the top of the tallest ice tower in the city, Istow opened his eyes.

He had just woken from meditation, and the hatred from that sudden burst of energy still lingered in his consciousness.

A strong, unprovoked hatred directed at a mortal creature he had never seen before.

Istow frowned.

As an ice demon known for his composure, this illogical emotional fluctuation was like molten lava flowing into his icy veins.

Something is very wrong.

Instead of acting rashly, he stood up and looked down from the terrace at the top of the ice tower.

On the streets of Tantalin, lesser demons and succubi roamed among the ice sculptures, and occasionally a few chain demons dragged their chains across the ice, the chains scraping against the surface with a piercing sound.

Everything seemed normal.

Istow withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked down the ice tower.

He walked through several ice-carved corridors, past two teams of ice demon guards who saluted him, and finally stood before a huge ice door.

The ice gate is engraved with the crest of the Kanavich family, a claw emerging from the frozen throne, clutching a still-beating heart between its fingers.

Behind the door was his father's bedroom.

And Istow's father was none other than Kanavich, one of the devil princes of Stygia.

Istow stopped in front of the door and knelt down.

"Father."

Istow's voice echoed in the cold air.

The door opened.

Beyond the ice gate lay an even more magnificent hall, completely empty except for a figure blurred by the cold air sitting atop a high throne at the far end of the hall.

From a distance, his body appeared to be pieced together from countless tiny ice crystals, each containing a distorted face.

"explain."

Kanavich's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated throughout the entire hall.

Without wasting words, Istow revealed the sudden surge of hatred and his perception of mortals in distant planes.

Kanavich remained silent for a moment.

On the frozen face, those distorted features were writhing silently, as if chewing something.

A moment of silence followed, and Istow could feel the chill around him growing ever deeper, as if it were about to touch his very soul.

"The Impermanence of All Things" plaque.

Kanavich finally spoke.

Istow's pupils contracted slightly.

"The Impermanence of All Things Card - 'Flame'?"

"It seems you know that card."

Kanavich's voice was devoid of emotion, like water surging beneath the ice.

"Those mortals marked by it will have a predetermined fateful game with the devil—if you win, you will receive the gift of fate, enough to allow you to touch the realm of legend."

"Defeat means annihilation. Soul and essence, both return to mortals and that card—"

Istow's cold heart stirred slightly, something he hadn't done in a long time.

He has been stuck on the threshold of legend for nearly a century.

century----

He raised his head, his icy blue pupils staring directly at his father on the throne.

Yet, deep within his eyes, Istow reflected his own image—

As for that mortal thing?

Istow didn't care at all; he had plenty of confidence in himself.

Cheng Yi collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted after two consecutive exertions; even he was feeling quite unwell.

Fortunately, he is no longer the frail flesh and blood he once was.

Under the shifting shadows, the negative effects of exhaustion were greatly reduced, but Cheng Yi would still need to wait two more days to return to his peak condition.

Cheng Yi closed his eyes and began to plan.

Drawing the Comet card is undoubtedly a good thing, saving him a gap of up to 500000 universal experience points and allowing him to quickly reach the threshold of the extraordinary.

Level 9.

As for fighting alone, that's really not a problem for Cheng Yi.

The real trouble is that last card, "All Things Are Unpredictable."

"flame"

A powerful demon sees you as an enemy.

Cheng Yi had a headache, having inexplicably gained a cunning devil as his mortal enemy.

Moreover, he didn't know in what way this devil would become his enemy.

Will they come knocking on our door directly, set up a trap in the shadows, or cause trouble through an agent?

There is very little content on the forum about the "All Things Unpredictable" card, let alone detailed information about specific cards like "Flame".

After all, this is just one of the forums for the apprentice level, while the level where the "All Things Are Impermanent" card truly thrives is actually in the transcendent realm.

Having no clue what to do, Cheng Yi simply stopped thinking about it.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it.

There's no use in overthinking. Just because there's a devil lining up to kill him doesn't mean he won't grow, right?

Cheng Yi turned over and opened the forum in this dimension.

With nothing else to do, he thought of those light gold-colored boxing gloves.

Even if he doesn't need it, he can post it on an offline forum.

A wicked smile crept onto Cheng Yi's lips.

In terms of market price, a level 5 light gold gauntlet is definitely unaffordable for most players at this stage.

Even if Cheng Yi were willing to lower the price, he probably still wouldn't be able to sell it.

But it doesn't matter, it's kind of funny to see these newbies with tears of poverty on their lips?

This also indirectly gives them some incentive to spend money.

Cheng Yi chose a photo with the best lighting and also took a long screenshot of the equipment's attributes, and uploaded them together.

[Auction] Pale Gold Quality Gauntlets "Sky-Slaying Dragon-Slaying Fist" - Starting bid 5000 Cross-Network Disaster Coins "As the title says. Produced in Dragon Vein City, pale gold quality, item level 5. Deals force field damage with bare hands, allows one choice of elemental resistance per day, and when activated, the spirit fist has a range of 100 feet and inflicts knockdown. Suitable for Monks, Barbarians, and Warriors."

"I'm just a wanderer, I don't need this. I'm setting a fair price, no deception of the young or old."

"Starting bid: 5000 disaster coins, with each bid increment no less than 500 coins."

The post attracted a large number of replies within minutes of being published.

"Making friends through martial arts": 5000? ??? Did you accidentally add an extra zero?

Rebuilding the Glory of the Dark: One zero? I think there are two extra zeros (doge).

When will you give me Fireball? 5000 Disaster Coins — I don't even have 500 (facepalm)

Plate armor on, I'm charging: Boss, is this an auction or a way to discourage people from buying? Another bowl of instant noodles, please: Poverty keeps me calm (lights a cigarette).

Mount & Blade Master: I did the math, and at my current money-farming speed, it will probably take me ———— two months (crying)

Wild Spirit: Can you save up enough in two months? Do you play for 24 hours a day? (picking nose)

Mount & Blade Master: Can't you let me dream? Trying to stealth in broad daylight (OP): That's why I said, if you're broke, go back to grinding rifts (doge).

Making friends through martial arts: Boss, this is blatant showing off (crying)

Reclaiming the Glory of the Dark: No, he's mocking us (covers face)

When will you give me Fireball? The key is that after we taunt, we still have to obediently go farm dungeons to save money, because what if there's cheaper equipment later? Plate armor on my body, I'm charging in: Boss's brilliant strategy (sweating)

Wild Bro: 5000 — I couldn't even empty my pockets to cover it. Cheng Yi looked at the replies, and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

A group of newbies drooling over boxing gloves priced at 5000, but unable to afford them, and only able to complain about being poor in the post, is indeed quite stress-relieving.

He had been tempted by the same thing by the big shots before.

Now the tables have turned, haha.

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