CHAPTER 200: CHAPTER 154: TRUE WALKER

At the same time, inside a massive stone cave, a man in a great red kasaya, lean and agile, sat cross-legged on the ground.

His eyes were slightly closed, a smile played on his lips, as if he were in a beautiful dream, his face full of joy and freedom.

The man faced a wall where a map of Blue Star was projected. The map was dotted with hundreds of bright spots, each implying a certain location, arranged in a pattern that hinted at some inexplicable mystery.

In the silent stone cave, the sound of leather shoes stepping on a hard surface echoed.

As the footsteps ceased, a young man in a full suit, holding a black briefcase, looking like an insurance salesperson appeared behind the monk.

The insurance salesman stood behind the monk. Even though the monk couldn’t see him, he respectfully bowed and said, "Boss."

The monk slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of clear, penetrating eyes.

"What is it?"

"The contract with Lei Hu was torn up."

The monk looked at the projection on the wall and asked, "Which scenario was he in charge of?"

"Midnight Cemetery."

The monk’s gaze locked onto one of the bright spots on the wall, a spot larger than those around it, a node connecting many other points of light.

The monk slowly fingered the prayer beads in his hand, softly saying, "This is troublesome."

Beads of sweat appeared on the insurance salesman’s forehead as he tried to remedy the situation, "Don’t worry, Boss. To prevent the plan from being exposed, I’ve added a powerful clause in the contract. Just now, I used that clause to unleash a charged magnetic storm. Not even players from the Desolate Realm, or those from the Realm of Reason, should survive it."

As soon as the insurance salesman finished speaking, the bright spot on the wall that was locked onto suddenly went dark.

The dimming of the light represented that the corresponding scenario had been broken through.

The atmosphere turned cold instantly, with only the sound of the monk forcefully fingering the prayer beads.

"It seems things aren’t as you’ve said."

The insurance salesman panicked, "Impossible! How could anyone in the Desolate Realm withstand my attack? It’s unreasonable..."

The monk didn’t speak, his expression turning deep, moving from joy to inscrutability.

At that moment, as if coming to the insurance salesman’s rescue, the other large nodes on the wall began to light up with white light one after another, the flashing lights like stars.

Among the forty-nine special nodes on the wall, only the plane where Midnight Cemetery was located remained unlit, looking quite abrupt but bearable.

The monk’s expression relaxed a bit, and a smile returned to his face showing joy.

"Why are you afraid? I’m no fool. If someone in the Desolate Realm whom you couldn’t kill appears, it’s just our bad luck, not the fault of your arrangements."

"To break through Midnight Cemetery and still survive your attack, whoever it was won’t be an unknown in the Desolate Realm. Go find them and figure out how to keep them from ruining our plans."

The monk didn’t specify how to prevent the opposing side, but the insurance salesman didn’t ask further, bowing his head compliantly, "Understood, I’ll make sure to handle it well."

The monk slowly closed his eyes, softly saying, "Be careful, don’t let anything go wrong. It’s been too long since I’ve been out, I miss home."

Wu Chang, lying in bed, was about to sleep when a chill spread across his neck, making him shiver.

Relying on his inspiration, he could vaguely feel that something had taken an interest in him.

He turned over, yawned, and continued to sleep.

What’s the use of just being interested? Come into the scenario and have a go.

A day passed in a flash, with only four hours left until Wu Chang’s core member registration.

In the Inner World set up within his room, Wu Chang looked at his Attribute Panel.

Player Nickname: Doesn’t Eat Beef.

Player Level: 18 (2060/6500)

(17960/4700) — (13260/5300) — (7960/5900) — (2060/6500)

Title: Perfectionism, Master of Breaking the Game, True Walker.

Life: 39

Power: 30

Agility: 22

Endurance: 20

Energy: 33

Inspiration: 104

Will: 94

Free Attribute Points: 15

Rotten Silver Coins: 57750.

Skills: Mamba Iron Elbow, Firearms Use (Proficient), Social Phobia, Elite Stealth, Fighting Introduction (E).

Cultivation Technique: Thunder Skill Fragment (C), Intermediate Space Magic (D).

Item: N/A.

Talent: Exorcism, Calamity, Ocean Race Transformation, Miracle Guide.

Because the items held can be deposited at the Crimson Courtyard and cannot be thoroughly checked, during core member registration, held items won’t be recorded, so just pay attention to the rest of the Attribute Panel.

Wu Chang took out the False Miracle and activated it.

"Grant me the ability to alter my Attribute Panel in a way that I’ll pass the Management Bureau’s checks."

The wish that the Stone of Miracles couldn’t fulfill was now effortlessly realized by the False Miracle.

As the False Miracle in the form of a small tree gently swayed, his player panel experienced a brief fluctuation and screen flicker, then surprisingly became editable.

Being allowed to self-edit the Attribute Panel was undoubtedly the best solution to the problem at hand.

First, the level couldn’t be too low. The experience points gained in the Heart’s Desire scenario were quite transparent, setting it too low would only attract attention; adjusting it to the level before entering Midnight Cemetery should suffice.

Body Attributes were the focus of the edits; while reducing all attributes, preserving slightly higher than average Will and Inspiration, but not overly high.

Finally, for Cultivation Techniques and Talents, hide all that can be hidden.

After a round of modifications, Wu Chang’s Attribute Panel changed to:

Player Nickname: Doesn’t Eat Beef.

Player Level: 15

Life: 25

Power: 8

Agility: 13

Endurance: 10

Energy: 25

Inspiration: 25