After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

At the core of the demiplane, layers of pale purple magical light enveloped the entire space completely.

Lin Ze sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, lightly tapping the void with his fingertips, and the player data that Zero had just compiled was displayed.

Twenty players with official backgrounds were scattered across thirteen newbie villages. From landing to interacting with the villagers, every move they made was clearly displayed on the screen.

"The main body: All official personnel have entered Kyushu, and all possess professional intelligence gathering capabilities. Should we impose access restrictions or perform consciousness erasure?"

Zero's voice was flat and emotionless.

"Need not."

Lin Ze spoke calmly, his fingertips tracing Song Xian's figure. Watching the man calmly observe his surroundings, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

In the face of the state apparatus, even the slightest clue can be uncovered.

This was his first time doing something like this. The token deployment, energy dissipation, and abnormal transactions in reality inevitably left loopholes, but Lin Ze was not afraid.

What is an invincible person? One who has no father or mother, no relatives or attachments.

He was all alone, with no ties to the world and no weaknesses that could be exploited by others.

In terms of martial prowess, the physical body of someone at the Foundation Establishment stage is tempered to be as hard as refined steel. Conventional rifle bullets can only leave white marks on the body, and cannot even break the skin.

If things really escalate to the point of nuclear bombing, he can hide in a demiplane with a single thought, and no matter how strong the attack in reality is, it won't touch him at all.

There are countless other concealment spells and misleading runes. As long as he doesn't want to show his face, even if you pull up all the surveillance footage in the country, you still won't be able to find him.

Even if the authorities eventually find out who he is, so what?

Would they really abandon a path leading to transcendence, or even immortality, for the sake of a fictitious mastermind?

impossible.

The allure of extraordinary power is irresistible to anyone. Individuals cannot resist it, and nations certainly cannot.

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Rather than a complete breakdown in relations and a fight to the death, the most likely outcome is that they will eventually sit down and talk.

As long as he was willing to talk, Lin Ze was absolutely confident that he could control the pace of the conversation.

"Let them play," Lin Ze said calmly, withdrawing his gaze.

"No need for special treatment, just treat them the same as regular players."

"Yes, the true form."

Meanwhile, on the southern border of Kyushu, in Qingshi Village.

Song Xian, leading seven or eight newcomers, had just stepped onto the dirt road at the village entrance and hadn't even had time to carefully observe the surroundings.

Suddenly, an elderly woman carrying a vegetable basket rushed out of the neighboring yard, pointed, and spoke in a loud voice:

"Stop! You lot, don't move!"

The shout was crisp and loud, startling the few people who had just transmigrated.

Several timid individuals instinctively shrank behind Song Xian, their faces filled with confusion and fear.

Song Xian frowned, took a half step forward to block the crowd, and focused his gaze on the old woman.

She was dressed like an ordinary rural woman, in coarse cloth clothes, with a headscarf wrapped around her head, and carrying a half-basket of vegetables in her hand. She looked no different from a peasant woman in ancient times.

But those eyes swept over without the slightest surprise, instead carrying a hint of impatient indifference.

The old woman glared at them, put her vegetable basket on the wall, and turned to shout into the yard:

"Master! Go and call the village chief! More strange people are here! Good heavens, seven or eight of them have come at once. We're going to make a fortune this time!"

He kept muttering to himself, like he was meeting a regular customer at the market.

Song Xian frowned even more deeply.

"Ma'am," he said, stepping forward in a steady voice.

"May I ask where this place is? And why do you call us 'strange people'?"

"Ugh, it's the same old routine again." The old lady pouted, looking disgusted, as if to say, "I've said it eight hundred times already."

"Young man, I really don't want to explain to you."

"You bunch of supernatural beings, several groups of you have come and gone, and each one of you asks the same question as soon as they come in. I'm almost hoarse from talking so much."

She waved her hand, as if she couldn't be bothered to waste her breath:

"Don't you all like to call it that... oh right, um, fart attack!"

Just treat me like a doormat! Don't talk to me, wait for the village chief to talk to you.

Hmm, Pixi?

Song Xian was stunned.

The other newcomers behind them were also stunned. They looked at each other with disbelief on their faces.

"She...she must have been talking about NPCs, right?"

A bespectacled boy pushed up his glasses, his voice trembling, "The English word NPC? A non-player character?"

"No way... the natives of this other world actually know this?"

Song Xian's lips twitched slightly.

He had reviewed all the case files before he arrived, and Wang Hu's interrogation records mentioned gamified features such as control panels and world chat channels.

But he has always been inclined to believe it is some kind of unknown mental network technology.

It's really shocking when a native-born, ancient old woman starts talking about NPCs.

Could this really be a live-action game created by an alien civilization?

Before he could think further, footsteps came from the direction of the village entrance.

An old man with a goatee walked over quickly; he was the village chief of Qingshi Village.

Behind him followed a young man dressed in a gray cloth jacket, with a familiar peach wood plaque hanging from his waist, swaying as he walked.

The young man's eyes lit up when he saw them, and he laughed heartily:

"Truly a new player! They seem quite interesting."

player?

Song Xian's gaze instantly fell on the token at his waist.

It's exactly the same as the one in his pocket.

"You too..." Song Xian only got halfway through his sentence.

"Yes, yes, me too." The young man waved his hand, sounding very familiar.

"Fellow villager, we're all from the same hometown. Don't just stand here, come with me."

As he spoke, he pulled a cloth bag from his pocket and casually tossed it to the village chief. The bag jingled, clearly containing money.

"Village chief, I'm taking these people with me. I've left the money here."

"Hey, here you go!" The village chief took the bag, weighed it in his hand, and smiled with wrinkles all over his face.

"Take care, Brother Li! We'll call you again next time some new people come!"

Their attitude was like they were wholesaling goods.

Song Xian glanced back at the bewildered crowd behind him, then at the nonchalant young man, and his mind raced with calculations.

It seems that the player base has reached a certain scale, and there is a fixed process for connecting and introducing new players.

The indigenous people are used to it and can even make money from it.

"Young man, may I ask your name? Where are we headed?"

Song Xian followed the young man's footsteps, his tone calm and discreet as he probed.

"Just call me Li Mo." The young man waved his hand without turning his head.

"Don't call me 'little brother,' it sounds too formal. We're all from Earth, and it's fate that we've come together."

I joined in the third batch, about five or six days earlier than you guys, so I'm considered a veteran player.

"I'll take you to the largest sect in the area."

You guys are pretty lucky to have come in at this time; you can at least get a sect membership.

If I had come another two weeks, I might have had to fend for myself in the village.

As Li Mo spoke, he glanced back at them and, seeing the mixture of excitement and curiosity on their faces, chuckled.

"Don't be too happy yet. You'll have a lot to do once you're inside."

Let me warn you beforehand, this place isn't what you think. You don't come here to be treated like royalty.