“Our research made a major breakthrough some time ago.”
On the surface, “Qiu Dehai” wore a kindly smile.
“With the help of a few volunteers, our players have gained the ability to choose their own instances.”
Zhu Yan was very suspicious that those volunteers had truly volunteered.
Because “Qiu Dehai’s” inner thoughts were completely different, laced with the characteristic arrogance of someone in a position of power.
“Those players’ abilities are pretty useful, too. Who would’ve thought there’d even be something like a [Dungeon Registration Form]? Hah.”
“Thanks to that, as soon as this Zhu Zeyu writes his name on the [Dungeon Registration Form], all his information comes to light.”
“Any instances that have already been scheduled, whether the times of two instances will conflict—I can find out everything.”
A [Dungeon Registration Form]?
That was pretty novel, bro, and its functions were comprehensive, too.
But “Zhu Zeyu” was nothing more than a lifeless puppet.
And that puppet was about to go to the [Lazy Handicraft Shop] to order a new one.
What difference would it make if he wrote “Zhu Zeyu” on the registration form?
Could it be that a puppet had dungeon information of its own?
Zhu Yan felt an urge to squirm inside Jin Rongxu’s body, but he was afraid that if he lost control, Jin Rongxu might start dancing in front of everyone.
He kept “Zhu Zeyu’s” expression under control, maintaining a polite smile as he listened to “Qiu Dehai” finish speaking.
“We recently detected an instance. According to the analysis data from the Strategic Analysis Department, its difficulty isn’t high, and the rewards are fairly decent.”
“More importantly, it’s very likely to contain a high-level weapon.”
“Zhu Zeyu, you and your colleagues, including Captain Jin, are all rare talents within the Alliance. In particular, the fact that the [West Suburb Shelter] suffered the fewest deaths is something I ought to reward you for.”
“Qiu Dehai” paused to study Zhu Zeyu’s expression.
Seeing that the other party had yet to display anything unusual, he immediately continued, leaving Zhu Zeyu not even the slightest chance to speak.
“I know you still have about a day of rest left. But don’t worry. Here, we have the necessary equipment, items, and players to temporarily ensure that the instance won’t descend.”
“You can rest for another day. The morning after tomorrow, Captain Jin will lead a team to the instance I mentioned.”
The morning after tomorrow.
That was also when the instance that Hunter No. 1 had already decided to enter with Qiu Lingfeng would open.
Whatever was going on with Zhu Zeyu would be exposed the moment he wrote his name on the [Dungeon Registration Form]!
The smile on “Qiu Dehai’s” face widened, and he stared at Zhu Zeyu without blinking.
“This is a rare privilege. I’ll make the decision myself: anything you bring out of the instance, you won’t have to hand over. You can keep it for yourselves.”
In Qiu Lingfeng’s eyes, this was indeed an excellent scheme.
The conditions he had offered were generous—so generous that almost no player would refuse them.
Moreover, he was using the identity of “Qiu Dehai,” a trusted and authoritative figure.
If this Zhu Zeyu still refused, then there was a one-hundred-percent chance he was suspicious.
“Ah, that…”
Zhu Zeyu looked at “Qiu Dehai,” suddenly feeling like teasing him.
He gave an embarrassed smile.
“General Qiu, protecting Director Jin and Captain Jin is simply part of my duty. I couldn’t possibly accept such a reward.”
“Um, General, I actually have a small request regarding this instance.”
Qiu Lingfeng’s heart skipped a beat.
Hiding inside Jin Rongxu’s body, Zhu Yan snickered. From Qiu Lingfeng’s thoughts, he detected nervousness, anticipation, and a sudden burst of delight.
“What request?” “Qiu Dehai” immediately pulled a long face. “Zeyu, this is a rare opportunity. Don’t tell me you don’t want to go.”
The act wasn’t very convincing, because Zhu Yan could tell that the corners of his mouth were struggling to stay down.
Zhu Yan did his best to hold back his laughter, making Zhu Zeyu’s expression appear even more sincere.
It was time to let Qiu Lingfeng learn what treachery truly looked like!
Zhu Zeyu changed tack. “General Qiu, how could I refuse such a great opportunity? Of course I’ll go!”
The smile on “Qiu Dehai’s” face froze.
“What did you say?”
Zhu Zeyu repeated himself. “General Qiu, I want to go to this instance.”
Without the slightest psychological burden, he shamelessly made another request. “But General Qiu, my skill is very special. The high-level weapon in the instance might not necessarily suit me.”
“When I come back, could I exchange that weapon with the Alliance for something more suitable? Since you said it’s a reward, could I exchange it for something just a tiny bit higher in rank?”
The smile on “Qiu Dehai’s” face nearly fell apart.
What was this little brat saying?
This was such a rare privilege, and he still had the nerve to nitpick and make demands?
…
Elsewhere.
Zhu Yan’s true body could hold back no longer.
He stood before the counter at the [Lazy Handicraft Shop], wearing an evil grin.
The grin startled Feining. “My grandma’s paradise, Zhu Yan, you’re buying a puppet, so buy a puppet. What are you grinning about?”
He warily backed away. “Don’t even think about ruining my vacation again! I’m warning you, the fact that I’m serving you during the shop’s break is already a massive favor!”
The moment Zhu Yan imagined the expression on Qiu Lingfeng’s face beneath that puppet suit—like he’d eaten shit—his mood improved immensely.
He slapped Feining heavily on the shoulder. “What are you thinking? We’re practically family. I’d never dream of ruining your vacation. I’d be more likely to buy you one!”
…
“No problem.”
“Qiu Dehai” ultimately managed to keep his composure.
But Jin Rongxu’s [Mind Reading] detected a long string of curses, along with a strong sense of frustrated expectations and the resentment of having a duck slip away right out of his mouth.
Zhu Zeyu smiled delightedly. As though he had just met his savior, he stepped forward and grabbed “Qiu Dehai’s” hand, which had only just been withdrawn, shaking it vigorously up and down.
“Thank you, General Qiu! What about Yang Zhanbai? Deputy Captain Guan? Can they do this too?”
As long as he could disgust Qiu Lingfeng, Zhu Yan was willing to do anything.
“Um, thanks, Xiao Zhu, but I don’t need that,” Guan En said, displaying some sense.
Zhu Zeyu refused to let it go. “What about Yang Zhanbai—”
“Yes.” “Qiu Dehai’s” smile turned cold. “Of course. Anyone can.”
Listening to “Qiu Dehai’s” thoughts, Zhu Yan was delighted.
He hurriedly controlled the puppet “Zhu Zeyu,” grabbed “Qiu Dehai” by the wrist, and pulled him outside in a fluster.
“Then let’s go, General Qiu. We shouldn’t waste any time. Let’s register right now!”
This time, not only Qiu Lingfeng’s expression changed—even Qiu Lingkai, who had remained silent beside him the entire time, looked different.
Qiu Lingkai’s inner complaints poured into Zhu Yan’s ears, noisy and incessant.
“I told Qiu Lingfeng already. How could Jin Rongxu and the others possibly be idiots? If there were a [Hunter] among them, they would’ve noticed long ago.”
“What kind of shameless idiot is this Zhu Zeyu? Him? With that personality? How could he possibly be a [Hunter]?”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
