I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

#242 - Just do good things and don't worry about the future

【Spirit Disaster Plaza】

Inside a tent that was clearly placed in a bustling city area, yet no one seemed to notice its location.

Seated within was a witch whose graceful figure could be sensed even under layers of a long purple robe. Her large witch hat occasionally swayed, appearing quite spirited.

On the sofa in front of her lay a scholar in white.

He looked to be about thirty years old.

Just as the witch was idly fiddling with a crystal ball, planning to snoop around, her witch hat spoke.

"He's back! He's back!"

"Welcome the Dragon King back to the Temple of Gods..."

That's right! It was the hat speaking, not the witch herself!

This witch hat was just like the Sorting Hat from "Harry Potter." From the wrinkles in the middle of the hat, one could barely make out the contours of a pair of eyes and a mouth.

Snap—

She slapped the hat's mouth without any courtesy.

She said in annoyance, "What are you watching all day long! The Heavens my ass! This is my divination shop."

"Didn't I tell you to read "Harry Potter" and shout 'Gryffindor loses ten points' whenever something good happens?"

The witch hat委屈瘪瘪嘴.

It didn't dare to retort or say anything more.

At this moment, the white-robed scholar on the sofa slowly opened his eyes.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Isn't the Dragon King that guy from the Bureau of Unusual Events? Why did it give me that nickname?"

The witch rolled her eyes: "Ignore it; that damn hat has been talking nonsense lately."

Then, she looked at the white-robed scholar curiously and asked, "How was it? Did you clear it this time? General Manager Qin."

The white-robed scholar: "..."

So all this time, your hat spouting nicknames left and right, it's because it learned from you, huh?

But he still nodded: "Yes, I cleared it; this time it was 【Anecdotes of the Pear Garden】."

However, the witch scrutinized his expression.

He didn't seem to have the joy of clearing a nightmare-level instance.

She couldn't help but ask: "Why do I feel like you're not in a good mood? Cursed? I didn't detect anything."

In response, the white-robed scholar sighed.

He took out the 【Overlord Paper Figurine】 from his backpack and fiddled with it, saying helplessly, "I cleared it, but the MVP was someone else."

Upon hearing this, the witch became even more curious.

She snatched the paper figurine from his hand.

Teasingly, she said, "Oh~ Although your paper figure can only retain a small portion of your memory and a few pieces of trash equipment when entering an instance, someone actually managed to steal the credit from Manager Qin of our 【Continental Hotel】; may I ask, who is this deity?"

Hearing the witch's teasing, the scholar didn't show an angry expression.

Instead, he looked thoughtful.

"You might not believe it, but it was a level ten player."

Witch: "?"

Dude, are you listening to yourself?

You entered a nightmare-level instance.

And a level ten player was the key to clearing it?

Seeing her astonished expression, the scholar also looked complicated: "Not only that, but I suspect he saw through that the one who entered the instance wasn't my main body."

"That's impossible!" The witch immediately denied: "Your paper figure has a cognitive impairment that I personally cast, and someone who can see through it at a glance... um, wait... it's not impossible..."

As she said this, the witch suddenly remembered something that had happened not long ago.

Indeed, someone had seen through her cognitive impairment seal at a glance.

But that guy wasn't level ten.

"Forget it; having such a player helping to clear nightmare-level instances is good news; we don't need to delve too deeply into their privacy."

"Hopefully, we can take down a few more nightmare-level instances before the public beta arrives."

The scholar rubbed his temples and sighed.

Just as the witch had said.

He was the real manager behind the 【Continental Hotel】, and also the so-called recognized second strongest Spirit Disaster player.

His real player ID was—

【Qin Shusheng】.

The art of paper folding was just one of the skills he had mastered.

But this skill was developed into another unique usage by him and the chairman of the Tarot Society, who was also the fortune teller witch beside him.

That was to deceive the system of the Spirit Disaster game.

Using the skill to create paper figures to enter instances for strategy.

The paper figure's level varied from 25 to 29.

It could inherit a small portion of his memory, used to know the identity of his paper figure and to make bolder attempts during the strategy, without being too cautious because of fear of death.

Unfortunately, there were great restrictions on the items that the paper figure could carry.

At most, it could only bring one consumable item and two pieces of equipment into the instance.

And the quality could not exceed 【Epic】.

Otherwise, the paper figure would be detected by the system and erased.

And the cognitive impairment that the witch cast on it could prevent other players from seeing through the true identity of the paper figure and provide a false player ID.

That was 【Shu Tong】 that Wu Wang and others saw.

He was like a true game player.

Strategizing instances in a way that he didn't have to worry about death at all.

Even if he failed.

The next time he encountered the opportunity to enter this instance, another 【Shu Tong】 could enter again.

And he would retain some of the experience from the last failure.

Making it more hopeful to successfully strategize the instance with such a weak paper figure and scarce props and equipment.

That was why 【Shu Tong】 that Wu Wang and others saw was so knowledgeable about opera.

He was not the first paper figure 【Shu Tong】 to enter 【Anecdotes of the Pear Garden】.

Before that, this instance had failed twice.

"Is it worth it? Manager Qin." The witch suddenly said.

"Other players will not know what you are doing, and even if they do, they will not only not be grateful to you, but some may even think that you are monopolizing the rewards of nightmare-level instances."

"I must have lost my mind to agree to help you."

The help that the witch provided here was not just attaching seals.

It was also helping Qin Shusheng check whether his paper figure would carry any curses or the like when it returned from the instance.

After all, she was the expert in this area.

In response, Qin Shusheng stood up and stretched his muscles.

Beneath the brilliant smile was an exhaustion that could not be concealed.

"You know the difficulty of nightmare-level instances; once the public beta starts, this will definitely be the instance that is most likely to descend into the real world after failing three times."

"The disasters they bring will definitely surpass human imagination, but fortunately, their number is limited."

"The more nightmare-level instances we strategize before the public beta, the less danger players and even ordinary people will face after the public beta."

"There's no way to persuade other high-level players to specialize in nightmare-level instances, after all, the death rate of nightmare-level instances is too high."

"Fortunately, with your help in improving paper folding techniques, I can strategize several nightmare-level instances without injury at the same time."

Yes, 【Shu Tong】 does not only exist in one instance.

At the same time, there are other 【Shu Tong】 strategizing in unknown nightmare-level instances.

Speaking of this, he paused.

He raised his head to look at the top of the divination tent.

It was a flowing expanse of boundless starry sky.

Qin Shusheng couldn't help but slowly reach out his hand towards the starry sky.

He muttered to himself: "If there really is a god who overlooks the world, bestows spirit disasters to wreak havoc on all living beings, and takes pleasure in the suffering of mankind,"

"Then I will let Him know—what a hymn human courage is."

"I don't have the power as perverted as Qinglong to hope to face the gods in the future; all I can do is protect this place as much as possible before he tears apart the truth of the gods."

The distance of the starry sky seemed to be far beyond the top of the tent.

No matter how he reached out, he couldn't reach it.

Finally, Qin Shusheng retracted his arm.

Looking at the witch's complex expression.

He still smiled: "You ask me if it's worth it? I don't know, and I don't need to know."

"Just do good deeds, don't ask about the future."

After saying that, he lay back on the sofa.

Behind him, a piece of white paper jumped out.

In a few strokes, it was folded into the shape of a paper figure.

Subsequently, it gradually gained vitality, although its eyes were still slightly dull.

He hadn't yet infused it with his own memories.

"That's about right, don't be so self-deprecating. You, the head manager, are recognized as the second strongest," the witch teased, "If you still think you have no power, what are the other players supposed to do?"

"Just take this paper figure, even without equipment and tools, it's stronger than most players of the same level, right?"

"How much of your own combat power does it have? One-tenth?"

To this, Qin Shusheng only smiled and said nothing.

He held a prop similar to bread, wrote the memory that needed to be copied on it, and stuffed it into the paper figure's mouth.

Only then did he silently say, "It's not that much."

Then, he also stuffed the [Hegemon Papercraft] into the newly created paper figure's [Pageboy]'s hand.

Pointing at the black and white papercraft, he said, "This is about right, isn't it?"

If his words were known by other players in [Liyuan Anecdotes],

including Wu Wang, they would probably be so shocked that they couldn't even speak.

The King Xiang in his prime was an existence that could only be defeated by mechanics in the instance.

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Compared to Qin Shusheng himself,

it only reached one-tenth of his true combat power.

Perhaps he was even being humble.

Thinking of this, Qin Shusheng also lamented, "I wonder how many players are deceived by the idea that level represents strength."

"In fact, the unlocking of level restrictions after the public beta only raises the lower limit of players."

"The real upper limit of strength has nothing to do with level."

"Stop talking about that ridiculous title of second recognized."

"Among the level 30 players in the entire Spirit Calamity, probably not even half can withstand Qinglong's casual sword strike, and the remaining half, including me, would only take a few more serious strikes."

"If you only look at the level, isn't he also level 30?"

"Sometimes, the difference between people is greater than the difference between people and pigs."

"You must have self-awareness."

After saying that, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the paper figure [Pageboy] in front of him, no longer dull.

He cheerfully smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I hope I can encounter players wanted by the [Continental Hotel] in the next instance."

"The [Executioner] I encountered in [Liyuan Anecdotes] earned me a lot of Calamity Coins."

Hearing his words, the witch couldn't help but roll her eyes.

This guy's hobby is really perplexing.

He is clearly the founder of the [Continental Hotel].

His personal Calamity Coins are almost comparable to the three major organizations.

Yet he still likes to personally hunt down those wanted players.

Earning his own shop's bounty?

Crazy.

Just as Qin Shusheng was about to browse the information to see if there were any nightmare-level instances he could enter,

he suddenly thought of something.

He casually said to the witch, "Oh, right, can you find Qinglong to buy me a copy of [Wang]'s information when you have time? I want to study it."

The memory of the paper figure [Pageboy] in the instance is only a small part of [Qin Shusheng]'s own.

So his understanding of [Wang] still stops at the acquisition of the Sky Eye.

This memory is only his encounter before level 20.

However, [Qin Shusheng]'s own understanding of [Wang]

is more than just this.

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Inside the Xishen Yiyuan.

The struggle of the Abyss God's aura at the bottom of the well seemed to tear the entire instance apart.

The blood moon in the sky was gradually fading its scarlet color.

The red vertical pupils on Lou Yu's body also began to gradually close and merge.

Her entire aura also became increasingly weak.

Just as Wu Wang had previously speculated,

her life no longer belonged to herself.

Whether the Abyss God's aura completely eroded the world, or Wu Wang cleaned up and devoured the Abyss God's aura,

the fate awaiting Lou Yu was only one—

and that was death.

"Really no regrets?" Wu Wang asked.

"No regrets in this life," Lou Yu nodded.

However, in the next second, Wu Wang sighed.

Helplessly, he opened his mouth again, "What I mean is, you gave a lot of treasures to the others when they left here."

"I'm helping you save the world, isn't there any reward?"

"Miss Lou, Super Mario gets to take the princess home after defeating Bowser, saving the world isn't cheap."

Hearing his remarks,

Lou Yu felt the passing of her own life, knowing that Wu Wang was using humorous jokes to keep her from being afraid of death.

Although she still didn't understand what Super Mario and Bowser he was talking about were,

she still slowly raised her hand and softly said, "Of course there is, this is what you deserve."

In the next second, five different-colored ghost shadows crawled out from behind Wu Wang.

They unhesitatingly drilled into Wu Wang's shadow.

A system prompt also popped up in front of him—

[Five Ghosts Transporting Technique (Active): Five ghosts from the underworld are residing in your shadow. You can control them as freely as if you were waving your own arms, and you can also use this to change the fortune of a certain place or person. Summoning each ghost requires consuming 50 spiritual energy (Player's spiritual energy value = mental strength points × 10)]

[Note: Five ghosts transporting, making them five elements; transporting objects and fortune, do not be greedy]

It's actually a skill!

Skills in the Spirit Calamity game are much harder to obtain than equipment and props!

Otherwise, after Wu Wang has experienced so many instances, he wouldn't have so few skills on him.

This is even considering [Vision of Truth] as one of them.

"Oh, right, there's also a request," Wu Wang continued, "Do you still have memories of what your [Heart of Fire] experienced outside? I have something I want to ask her."

What he was concerned about was naturally the situation of the fortune-telling old Taoist.

After all, the talisman that the fortune-telling old Taoist gave to his second sister many years ago was precisely to prevent Lou Yu's remnant soul from harming her now.

That [Heart of Fire]'s face might also know something.

To this, Lou Yu glanced at her own body.

It was already about to completely collapse.

She quickly tore a piece of white paper from her body.

She folded it into the shape of a paper figure, then bit her thumb and sprinkled blood on it.

She handed it to Wu Wang solemnly and said, "My time is almost up. If you have any questions, it possesses all of this young woman's memories, so ask it from now on."

"Benefactor, goodbye forever…"

After saying that, Lou Yu dragged her tattered body to the side of the well.

Looking at the half-open Gate of Ghosts inside, and the sliver of black and white Hegemon helmet that was revealed.

She smiled slightly.

She picked up the Ruyi crown that belonged to Yu Ji.

And slowly placed it on her head.

She threw herself into the well.

"Yu, in the next life, how about we perform another excerpt from Farewell My Concubine?"

Along with the rumbling closing of the Gate of Ghosts.

One could faintly hear the young man's singing coming from within.

"My steed will not advance, what is to be done?"

"Yu, my Yu, what is to be done?"