What Do You Want to Vibrate

"Junior Brother Mu, run!" Zhong Yi shouted with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

He had no doubt that if he didn’t remind him, the straightforward Mu Yawen would assume he had mistimed his attempt to disarm their opponent and would stubbornly keep testing his luck.

"Oh!"

Mu Yawen, dazed from being knocked flat, scrambled to his feet in a flurry of limbs, ready to bolt.

"Trying to run?"

Chu Feiyu wore the smug grin of a petty villain who had gained the upper hand.

Now armed with a spear and facing three unarmed fools, he was practically toying with them.

Mu Yawen wanted to flee.

But every strike from the spear sent him into an uncontrollable stagger, making escape impossible.

"Blue aura, charged attack..."

Zhong Yi stood at a distance, carefully analyzing the scene of Mu Yawen being relentlessly pursued, muttering to himself.

When Chu Feiyu had sent Mu Yawen flying, there had been a noticeable pause, blue energy gathering around his body—a clear sign of a "charged attack," just as the tutorial had described.

Now, without any aura, his strikes were merely "basic attacks."

"Senior Brother, what are you mumbling about?! I’m about to die here!!"

Mu Yawen wailed, his face a picture of misery as the spear lashed at him relentlessly. His health bar was already more than halfway depleted.

"Junior Brother Mu! When you see him flash blue, parry him!"

Recalling the tutorial’s instructions, Zhong Yi yelled.

"Parry… parry!?"

Mu Yawen’s eyes lit up.

He finally remembered the tutorial’s lesson—when an opponent used a charged attack, a well-timed parry could disarm them.

Just then, Chu Feiyu’s spear finished its fourth strike, the fifth about to land.

Blue energy surged behind Mu Yawen.

"Parry this!"

Without hesitation, Mu Yawen channeled energy within his body.

Yet… nothing happened.

The spear, glowing blue, sent him flying once more, his health bar teetering on the brink of emptiness.

"Uh… seems you can’t parry barehanded…"

Zhong Yi stood frozen, having just learned a painful new lesson.

"Hahaha! Prepare to die!"

Chu Feiyu laughed triumphantly.

But then, an instinctive sense of unease prickled at him.

A surge of blue energy flickered behind him!

"Ambush!? Parry this!!"

Chu Feiyu was no slouch—he was a well-known expert in the Illusory Realm, with reflexes and skills to match.

With blue energy practically blinding him and Zhong Yi’s earlier advice fresh in his mind, how could he not react?

In the blink of an eye, he gripped his spear with both hands, red light erupting from his core and enveloping his body.

The next moment, a straw sandal slammed into his face, sending him flying.

"What’re you trying to parry? My sandal??"

Zhou Yue shook his raised foot, stifling a laugh.

While Chu Feiyu had been fixated on Zhong Yi and Mu Yawen, he had circled behind him and delivered a charged kick.

Who knew one hit would send him soaring?

He pulled Mu Yawen up from the ground. "Junior Brother Mu, let’s go!"

Zhou Yue wasn’t foolish enough to face a spear barehanded. With their ambush successful, retreat was the wisest move.

"Senior Brother Zhong, why does he have a weapon?!"

Mu Yawen asked, bewildered.

"Did you forget the tutorial? Loot piles! He must’ve found it in one after entering a building!"

Zhong Yi spoke with certainty, his gaze locking onto a row of small houses ahead.

They were in the western slums of Tianren City, where scattered dwellings stood haphazardly.

"Don’t you dare run!!"

Chu Feiyu’s furious voice echoed behind them.

Zhong Yi made a quick decision. "We’ll split up and search! Whoever finds a weapon comes back to help!"

"Got it!"

The three moved as one, darting into the buildings and scattering in different directions.

By now, many players had already infiltrated Tianren City.

The chaotic sound of footsteps filled the air, making Zhou Yue’s heart race.

He pushed open the first door—only to find someone already rummaging through a loot pile inside.

"My bad."

Zhou Yue politely closed the door and hurried to the next.

Of course, another occupant.

This one already had a sword in hand.

He retreated again, tried another.

This time, two unarmed players were locked in a fierce brawl.

……

Finally, at a small courtyard in the center, he found no signs of prior visitors.

But the moment he stepped in, another player—Taoist Wanzi—burst through a window on the opposite side.

The two froze, staring at each other, then made the same decision:

Turn and run.

They sprinted down opposite corridors, each racing for loot.

"Ha! Lucky find!"

Zhou Yue’s eyes gleamed at the sight of a faintly glowing loot pile ahead.

He swiped his hand over it, dispersing the light and revealing scattered items.

"Weapon box, weapon box, armor powder… damn! No weapon!"

Cursing, he didn’t linger, rushing forward.

At the stairs, another blue loot pile awaited.

Another swipe.

White light spilled across the ground.

"Armor!? Haha, finally!"

Slipping it on, he watched as a gray-white armor bar appeared above his health bar, filling him with relief.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he vaulted onto the second floor.

The moment he stepped onto the landing, a golden glow nearly blinded him.

"Holy—! A legendary drop!!!"

Zhou Yue’s excited roar echoed through the room.

Any veteran of the Luze Illusory Realm knew the hierarchy of colors and rarities.

This was a principle established in classics like "Escape from the Demon Sect" and "Three Kingdoms Slayer."

Gold meant an item was exceptionally rare, top-tier!

Above it, only the even rarer red-tier existed.

"Old Zhong, just wait till I come back to save you all! Hahaha!"

Laughing, Zhou Yue reached for the golden loot pile.

A radiant golden light flooded the room.

"No way! A blue weapon!!!"

His eyes sparkled at the sight of a gleaming blue sword.

After all, he’d seen Chu Feiyu pick up a white spear earlier—and that alone had chased three of them around.

How powerful would a blue weapon be?

But when he grabbed the sword, his excitement deflated.

The sword was white.

It had merely overlapped with a blue grappling hook, creating the illusion of higher quality.

"White… eh, better than nothing."

Zhou Yue quickly adjusted his expectations.

Compared to past misfortunes, finding a golden loot pile and walking away with something was already a win.

"Time for a first kill!"

With the sword in hand, his confidence surged. He leaped from the second floor, intent on hunting down Taoist Wanzi.

Taoist Wanzi, however, had only just reached the stairway at a leisurely pace.

"Slow much? Prepare to—huh?"

Zhou Yue’s taunt died halfway as he froze in disbelief.

Above Taoist Wanzi’s health bar was a gleaming golden bar.

And the greatsword in his hand…

Pulsed with a faint golden aura.