32: Chapter 32 The Dragon Kingdom's Legacy

Walking the Impermanence?!

These three words carry immense weight in the folklore of the Dragon Country. They refer to living ghost envoys who walk between the Yin and Yang realms, the spokespersons of King Yama in the mortal world!

Before the two could react, a sudden change occurred.

"Zzz— — Zizizi— —"

The 'Thriller Game System' in their minds—which had always been cold, mechanical, and aloof—suddenly emitted a burst of harsh, chaotic static.

Immediately following this, a line of blood-red characters, never seen before, violently flashed across their retinas, as if openly mocking the original system:

[Warning! Warning! Detecting forceful intervention from high-dimensional divine power...]

[Player ID: Xu Mo / Lin Sa, Identity override in progress...]

[Change complete!]

[New Profession: Underworld Emissary (Seventh Rank)]

"Holy crap..."

Lin Sa's eyes widened as she looked at the clear data cluster on her status panel, which had now turned into a chaotic black mist.

The feeling... was like a lamb originally ready for slaughter had instantly evolved into a wolf wearing sheep's clothing!

Xu Mo was even more shocked to the point where his scalp tingled and his breath nearly stopped.

Hacked the system?

Just by throwing out two plaques, he directly hacked the Thriller System, which the entire world regarded as a 'Divine Game'?

This wasn't a class change; this was directly activating an official cheat!

"Your Majesty... this power..." Xu Mo was so excited he became incoherent. He felt he could now crush his former self with one hand. "Is this an ability?"

"Ability?"

Pei Fei scoffed, his eyes full of disdain: "That's a term used by those Western barbarians. Borrowed power is ultimately rootless wood."

"Western exorcists rely on praying to the Lord to borrow divine power, and the Onmyoji of Japan rely on selling their souls for contracts. Once the connection with the deity is severed, they become useless."

Pei Fei stood up, walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a bamboo scroll, and casually tossed it to Xu Mo.

"Take this. This is a fragmented volume of the 'Netherworld Spirit Seizing Record'."

"The orthodox path of the Huaxia Underworld is to cultivate the self."

Xu Mo fumbled to catch the bamboo scroll.

"Mortals without a ghost body cannot cultivate Yin methods. But this waist plaque is a 'Converter' specially made byI [Zhen, the royal 'I']." Pei Fei's voice became deep and seductive. "It allows you... to eat ghosts."

"Eat... eat ghosts?" Lin Sa was stunned.

"That's right." A cold light flashed in Pei Fei's eyes. "Since you are walking the Impermanence path, you must have the means of the Impermanence envoys. Whether it is a fierce ghost, an evil spirit, or any vampire or werewolf, once you eliminate them, you can use the waist plaque to seize and refine them into the purest ghost energy to feed back into yourselves."

"Refine the divine with ghosts, temper the body with malevolence."

"The more ghosts you kill, the stronger you become, until one day, your physical body achieves sainthood and you ascend in broad daylight."

Boom!

These words were like a nuclear bomb explosion, completely shattering the worldviews of Xu Mo and Lin Sa.

In the Thriller World, what were the players from the Dragon Country?

They were pitiful wretches who screamed and fled at the sight of monsters.

Even the top players from the Dragon Country could only barely hold on using props.

But now, Pei Fei was telling them: Starting today, the rules have changed.

Those terrifying dungeon fierce ghosts were no longer life-reaping Yama Kings in their eyes, but rather... walking 'experience packs'!

The roles of hunter and prey were completely reversed at this moment.

Lin Sa looked at the waist plaque in her hand; her original fear had long since vanished.

"Your Majesty, this... this is too precious!"

Xu Mo's hands holding the bamboo scroll trembled violently. He knew the value of this thing too well.

This was a path to heaven, a road to godhood capable of driving all players globally into a frenzy!

"Your subject Xu Mo swears!"

Xu Mo suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot—a sign of extreme excitement. "This matter will rot in my stomach; not half a word will ever leak! If a third person knows, I will bring my head to see you!"

Pei Fei, however, looked at him with the gaze one reserves for an idiot.

"Rot in your stomach?" Pei Fei raised an eyebrow. "Why else would I give you this thing? To enshrine it as a family heirloom?"

"Ah?" Xu Mo froze. This turn of events completely baffled him.

"The core 'Spirit Seizing Technique' indeed requires the waist plaque to use; others cannot learn it." Pei Fei pointed at the bamboo scroll. "But the basic breathing exercises, body tempering techniques, and the methods for dealing with ghosts and drawing talismans... you take those back to the mortal world."

Pei Fei paused, his tone casually frightening:

"You can teach them. Anyone who is upright, honest, and trustworthy among the Dragon Country people can be taught."

Rumble— —!

There was clearly no thunder outside the window, but a deafening thunderclap exploded in Xu Mo's mind.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes behind his lenses instantly bloodshot from excessive shock, his jaw nearly dislocating.

This... this was not a private reward.

This was a spark!

Xu Mo was a smart man, and smart people often understood things instantly.

Pei Fei's move was not about cultivating two bodyguards. He intended to use them to cast a vast net in the mortal world, planting a seed named 'Supernatural' in the Dragon Country!

As long as they operated properly, with official cooperation, this system would spread like a virus among the Dragon Country's elite and military.

At that time, the Dragon Country would no longer be a passive victim of the Thriller Game, but a terrifying war machine capable of mass-producing 'Ghost Exorcists'!

"Gulp."

Xu Mo swallowed hard. Looking at the young man before him, he felt the figure infinitely rising, so high that he dared not look directly at him.

"Your... Your Majesty..." Xu Mo's voice trembled. "If this gets out, the balance of the Thriller Game..."

"Balance?"

Pei Fei walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the churning sea of netherworld clouds below, his robes billowing loudly.

"Those old fogeys in the West are still congratulating themselves for granting believers a bottle of holy water or a cross, thinking it's a divine gift, treating humans like dogs."

Pei Fei let out a cold laugh, his tone arrogant, exuding an air of eternal dominance:

"I [Zhen, the royal 'I'] just wants to tell the whole world."

"In the face of Huaxia mythology, their little trinkets aren't even fit to polish my shoes."

Pei Fei suddenly turned back to look at Xu Mo, his eyes burning with a fierce wildfire:

"If the Thriller Game wants to treat humanity as leeks to be harvested, then I will turn it into a training ground for the people of the Dragon Country!"

"Xu Mo, I give you this knife."

"Whether you can use it to pierce a hole in the heavens forI [Zhen, the royal 'I'] depends on your ability."

Thud!

Xu Mo knelt down on the ground again.

This time, there was no fear, no calculation—only a fervor and worship surging from the depths of his soul that made his whole body tremble.

He realized that what he was accepting was not just two waist plaques.

It was the destiny of the Dragon Country.

It was the beginning of a new era.

"Your subject... accepts the decree!!"