Darkness.

Outside Guangyuan City, within a mulberry forest.

"I pay my respects to Master."

Yuan Tu prostrated himself before a figure clad in a crimson robe, whose expression was sinister and cold.

"Very good, Little Thirteen, you have truly lived up to my expectations, my proudest disciple. Not only have you made swift progress in the Red Blood Demon Skill, but you even managed to kill Xu Ning with the Burning Spear, making your name renowned throughout the world, heh heh..."

The Red Blood Demon laughed strangely, "It was not in vain that I held back the experts of the Wind and Rain Sect for you!"

"It's all thanks to Master's excellent guidance."

Yuan Tu responded in a measured manner.

"But why... when I look at your expression, do I feel somewhat displeased?"

The Red Blood Demon grinned hideously, suddenly pulling out a small bell from his chest and gently shaking it.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling...

Within the crisp and pleasant sound of the bell, Yuan Tu fell to his knees, a look of intense pain surfacing on his face.

"Actually, among us on the Demon Path, most master-disciple relationships still somewhat respect the bond of paternal kindness and filial piety, no, of mentor's kindness and disciple's piety... Sadly, I never adhere to this concept!"

The Red Blood Demon said with a sly smile, "Your heart is ruthless and your actions brutal, a natural-born seedling of the Demon Path, but you had the misfortune of encountering me. As my disciple, you must be subjected to the Heart Devouring Gu; a worm with no cure that lasts until death... You will never defy my orders in your lifetime!"

"Disciple harbors absolutely no thoughts of betrayal!"

Yuan Tu struggled to say.

However, he knew it wouldn't matter much because the Red Blood Demon had already become half-mad!

Toying with and even slaughtering his disciples for any trivial reason had become the norm, and before Yuan Tu, he had already killed plenty of disciples.

But Yuan Tu didn't care; in fact, most of his pain was feigned.

Because of the Gu Worm, the Red Blood Demon was rather trusting of his disciple and was quite generous in teaching his cultivation techniques.

After tormenting him for half an hour, the Red Blood Demon, still with a sly smile, put away the bell, saying, "Very good, Little Thirteen, you've indeed lived up to my expectations... Remember, if you ever take a disciple, treat them the same... Our lineage passes down the pain and hatred from one generation to the next, heh heh..."

He laughed strangely for a moment, his expression suddenly turning serious, "You are also a powerhouse among the Fifth Grade Martial Artists, it's time you were put to use. Next, I will take you back to our sect, and you must perform well. If you fail to complete the task I assign, I'll kill you!"

"I will heed your command."

Yuan Tu showed an appropriate amount of fear.

Actually, whether it was being killed or the Gu Worm, he wasn't scared at all...

Last until death?

Heh... would a player ever fear death?

'Old man, just you wait, after I've drained you and the sect, I'll be the one to kill you all!'

He made a vow fiercely in his heart.

...

In Grotto Heaven.

Xu Sheng was in his room, excitedly browsing through various videos.

Ever since watching Lin Fan's match, it was as if a new door had opened in his life.

Could martial arts... really be that powerful?

He searched online hungrily for videos of Lin Fan, and had his finances not fallen short, his wallet empty, he would have even wanted to follow in Lin Fan's footsteps, watching his step-by-step challenges to become a true martial arts legend!

After finishing on the computer, he carelessly turned on the TV, and saw a news report:

"In recent days, the number of foreign friends traveling to our great Da Xia country has continued to rise, the tourism industry is expected to hit a new annual high!"

"Due to the influx of foreign capital, various cities have launched a new round of expansion plans, and real estate stocks continue to rise!"

...

"I don't get it."

Xu Sheng didn't quite understand these economic situations and simply switched the channel, "The number of foreign students is rising sharply... I can actually feel it. Lately, when you walk on the street, you can see that the chances of encountering foreigners have increased a lot..."

However, this still had nothing to do with him. Seeing no interesting cartoons or TV dramas, he began to lie on the sofa and play with his phone.

Xu Sheng first browsed some Martial Arts forums and found that Lin Fan was still very popular, which quite pleased him.

Then, he casually clicked on a gaming forum and discovered they were discussing a particularly hot game— "Game Otherworld"!

"They say the public test is coming soon, I'm so excited!"

"Go sign up early; even the beta-test equipment has become a collector's item now, the kind you can't buy with money... Snatch one up and you're making a profit."

"Wait, the person above must be dumb, a public test still requires sign-up?"

"Has this game even passed approval? I still can't find its approval number..."

"Hehe... you guys don't know a huge secret, let me tell you, do you know why there are suddenly so many foreigners? They all want to play this game... It's said that within the borders of Da Xia, the chances of becoming 'the chosen one' are higher... Those capitalists are willing to buy property here just for that..."

Then, the post was quickly deleted.

"Damn!"

Xu Sheng was originally skeptical, but now seeing this turnout, he started to believe.

"What kind of game is this, so damn awesome? Maybe I should play it too."

He went to the "Game Otherworld" official website and was first conquered by the video that looked like real photography; then he saw an announcement: "On March 3rd, the public test will grandly commence!"

...

At the same time, in Charlo City.

In a luxury villa in the suburbs.

"Master Edward, your enrollment procedures have all been completed, from today onwards, you are an exchange student at Luochuan Boys' High School."

A butler in a tailcoat bowed deeply, "Now, please enjoy your afternoon tea..."

"Before we dine, we should pray..."

Edward clasped his hands in a fist: "Great Lord of Order, God of Games, Master of Data, Protector of Players..."

His posture was devout, resembling that of a true believer, and it's unknown how many psychologists had given him suggestions.

And this paragraph, was actually spoken... in the Da Xia language.

"Very good... According to the recommendations given by the family think tank, within the boundaries of Da Xia, chanting this revered name raises the chances of being 'called'..."

The butler nodded contentedly, "If successful, although you are only a second son, you will still have a bright future..."

"If successful..."

Edward took a deep breath, "How goes the search for a private tutor?"

"The challenge is significant! Otherworld language is an entirely new language, currently only 'players' know it, and most of the publicly known players are under the supervision of the Special Review Bureau..."

The old butler said, "However, according to rumors, using the language that comes from the Otherworld, the true language of gods, to chant this revered name in prayer might produce the best effect..."

...

Entities like Edward and his servant abound in today's Da Xia...

They all eagerly await the public test of "Game Otherworld", even willing to make all the seemingly insignificant preparations a mortal can make.

These preparations may be fruitless, yet they are without regret, all for the chance to succeed!

Even if they aren't exceptional themselves, successful capitalists always teach their offspring that only by preparing to the utmost for something can one expect the chances of success to fall from the sky!

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