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Chapter 1670 Five Levels in a Row? (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Willens

He Ao opened the silver briefcase, looked at the five test tubes inside, and took a deep breath.

He picked up the one with the faintest glow in the bottom left corner.

Talent Sequence 7: Spectator

Without hesitation, he drank it all in one gulp.

With a series of crackling sounds, the power of the secret medicine rapidly dissolved and was digested within his body.

[He Ao (Loren)]

[Privilege Level: Advanced Player]

Physical fitness: 1761562 (9703)

[Skills: Talent Sequence 272: Hypermemory (A-level) (Abnormal), Basic Firearms Mastery (Soul Part), Talent Sequence 144: Miracle Scholar (B-level) (Rejection) (Unusable), Mystic Academic Introduction]

Mechanical modification: None

[Martial Arts: Qi Refining to Spirit Transformation (Rank B) (Partial Usability)]

[Character Skill: Qi Refining to Spirit Transformation (Rank B), Talent Sequence 7: Spectator (Rank F)]

He Ao didn't even glance at the changes in his personal attribute panel. He picked up the second test tube and drank it all in one gulp.

Talent Sequence 29: Mercenary
With a series of sounds as the secret medicine melted in his body, his hand touched the third test tube.

Talent Sequence 56: Assassin

He removed the cap from the third test tube and drank it all in one gulp.

Bump, bang, bang—

With a loud bang, a faint green light flowed rapidly through his body, and under the guidance of his divine sense, it flowed through his body and quickly melted into him.

Siwei, who was squatting down beside him, looked at the test tube that He Ao had quickly finished drinking from with a puzzled expression. "Big guy, is this a beverage?"

"Almost," He Ao glanced at her slightly brightening eyes and asked with a smile, "Would you like some?"

Siwei poked her little head out, glanced at the green test tubes in the box, hesitated briefly, and then shook her head. "No, it doesn't look good."

He smiled, his gaze falling on the two test tubes remaining in the box, placed on the second row.

Both test tubes shimmered with a bright green glow, each one more intense than the last.
He slowly reached out and took out the test tube on the left, which had a dimmer light.

Talent Sequence 117: Player

He has been promoted more than once from 'spectator' to 'assassin', and has rich experience that he can basically master quickly and easily.

However, 'Player' was the first talent sequence he encountered.

He stared at the test tube in his hand, removed the cork, and drank the liquid inside in one gulp.

[Talent Sequence 117: Player]

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[Ritual: By fully immersing oneself as a player in a specific event or region, one sets a mission objective that is difficult even to achieve at a C-rank level. In the process of successfully completing the mission, one gains significant growth in power or status.]

A player's ritual, simply put, is to completely identify with a certain kind of 'player', complete a task, and gain a level or reward in the process.

Of course, He Ao doesn't need to think about all that, because he is a 'player' after all.

Moreover, the player's ritual was completed more than once.

This talent sequence is one that is naturally suited to him.

Accompanied by a series of crackling sounds like thunder, the green light completely merged into He Ao's body and seeped into his skin.

He not only successfully advanced to become a 'player', but also immediately gained control of all the players' power.

Just as he expected.

He can directly rely on his past experience to advance from F to D, and he can even use a bug to advance to C level.

It was from the mind of that Bishop of Willens that he obtained this information, which is why he asked Denon to help him extract these talent sequences.

His gaze fell on the last test tube in the box.

[Talent Sequence 189: Designer]

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[Ritual: To orchestrate a dramatic or theatrical performance so that, without anyone realizing it, a perfect curtain call is achieved.]

To reach Level B through this route, the only ritual he needs to complete is the ritual performed by this planner.

This is also why we chose this route.

He took the test tube off and put it on his body.

Drama or performance.

The core of this ceremony should be...
"Big guy, where are we going?" Siwei asked, looking at He Ao as he slowly stood up.

“Let’s find some ‘audience’ who can be ‘witnesses’,” Heo said, lifting her up and placing her on his shoulder. He smiled. “But we need to change our clothes first.”

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Golden Phoenix Avenue

In the narrow alley, a group of disheveled people stopped and crowded at the edge of the alley.

The leader was a man dressed casually with a fierce look in his eyes. He leaned against the outside of the alley and carefully looked around.

“Damn it, those people from the Abnormal Association are going too far. We’re already in this state, and they’re still arresting us everywhere. We can’t even contact the bishop. We’ve been following him for so many years, working for him ever since the Future Building incident, and now we haven’t even heard a word from him.”

Behind him, a lean man wearing a simple yellow jacket and with a sinister face was looking down and growling hoarsely.

"How much louder are you going to shout?" The man in casual clothes in front turned around and looked at the lean man behind him. "Are you going to call everyone from the Abnormal Association over here?"

The lean man hesitated, choked up, and dared not utter a sound.

“Steward, things have come to this,” a voice slowly spoke from the crowd behind us. “The entire Willenth is now under lockdown, and we can’t go back to the Twilight Wasteland. The Anomaly Association and the FBI are still searching for us everywhere. If this drags on, we will be discovered sooner or later.”

"It's all those idiots at headquarters' fault," one person couldn't help but curse. "If they hadn't leaked our information, we wouldn't be being chased around like dogs."

“It’s no use saying all this now. You should be grateful that the bishop didn’t betray us, otherwise we would probably already be being hunted down,” a voice chimed in. “We have to find a way to escape, even if it’s to the wilderness, at least to continue the faith of our sect, otherwise we will all have to commit suicide and return to the abnormal.”

The scene fell silent immediately, and everyone looked up at the man in casual clothes who was at the head of the group.

“We need someone powerful to help us. As long as someone helps us, we can still leave the city,” the man in casual clothes frowned slightly as he looked around at the surrounding streets. “The sect’s old contacts are definitely unusable, but this Golden Phoenix Avenue is a villa district where the upper echelons of Willens live.”

His gaze swept upwards, across the billboards on the street.

The advertisement is currently showing news about the young hero 'Loren' saving the city of Silo.

"That guy is also an enemy of the cult. Ever since he appeared in Xiluo City, the cult seems to have been attacked." The lean man behind him also saw the advertisement and couldn't help but spit. "Little hero? Ha, just a propped-up vase. At this age, once we find a way to leave, I will definitely go to Xiluo City, drain his blood, and offer it as a sacrifice to the great anomaly."

"Don't think that far ahead." The man in casual clothes snorted coldly, his gaze quickly sweeping over the villas along the street.

Most villas have screens built in front of them with evergreen trees or low trees, enclosing the entire courtyard in front of the villa to prevent other people on the street from spying on them.

Only a few luxury cars could be vaguely seen going in and out through the open iron gate.

"Butler, all these buildings look the same. How do we determine which people are important figures who can help us? And how do we persuade them to help us?" a figure in the crowd whispered.

"Persuade?" The man in casual clothes pulled a curved knife from his waist. "We don't need to persuade them, we just need them to help us, even to be our hostages. As for those who resist,"

He placed his hand on his neck, making a slashing motion, then quickly scanned the entire street, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Generally speaking, those families that have been powerful and influential for generations tend to have older buildings, and of course, their defenses are also stronger. Contact all the church members we can reach and ask them if they want to fight for a chance to live."

As he spoke, his gaze paused slightly, landing on the sign hanging in front of a secluded green forest.

No. 136, Jinwutong Street.

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"How is the situation?" A middle-aged man with a few wrinkles on his face sat quietly in the guardhouse, gazing at the lush green leaves outside.

"What else could happen?" The young man, who had returned to the guardhouse, sat down next to the man and took a bottle of water from the guardhouse's refrigerator. "Everything is fine."

He unscrewed the water bottle, gulped down a mouthful, and looked at the lush green trees in front of the door. "Does Miss go out often? I haven't seen Miss since I came here."

“Not often,” the middle-aged man said slowly.

"How often is it if it's not frequent?" the young man asked curiously.

"It's been over twenty years since I started working here?" The middle-aged man pondered for a moment. "This is the first time I've seen her go out."

"Wait, wait," the young man raised his hand, somewhat bewildered, "How long did you say, twenty years? Our young lady? She only goes out once every twenty years?"

“Everyone who works here signs a confidentiality agreement,” the middle-aged man looked up and glanced at the young man. “There are some things you should know, don’t be so surprised.”

He paused slightly and said slowly, "And it's not that she goes out once every twenty years; this is the first time in over twenty years that I've seen her go out."

His gaze swept over the young man's slightly surprised face, then looked at the lush green trees beside him. "When I first came here, I was about your age. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years have passed. Staying here, life feels like a fleeting moment."

"Ahem," the young man waved his hand, "Alright, stop reminiscing. Speaking of which, do you have a daughter?"

"What are you going to do?" The middle-aged man immediately became alert.

"No," the young man quickly waved his hand, then said with a hint of gossip, "I heard you're not married?"

"You don't seem to think you're being offensive? Aren't you afraid I'll make things difficult for you later?" The middle-aged man shook his head and asked with a smile.

"Boss, you seem like a magnanimous person," the young man quickly said with a smile.

“Don’t listen to their nonsense,” the middle-aged man said, turning his gaze away. “I was married, but my wife died young. My daughter is indeed not my biological child. My wife was infertile. We found her on the roadside. We were going to send her to an orphanage, but we ended up raising her ourselves.”

"So she should be an adult by now?" the young man continued gossiping. "Does she know about her background?"

"Perhaps she knows a little?" Upon hearing this question, the middle-aged man sighed and said, "She has already graduated from university and is now working in another city."

At this point, he shook his head and looked at the young man, "Alright, the patrol is coming back, get ready to change shifts."

"Hey, boss, there's no rush," the young man scratched his head and took another sip of water. "You've been here for decades, and nothing's ever happened here, has it? This young lady's courtyard is so secluded, who would dare to attack it for no reason?"

boom--

The moment he finished speaking, a huge explosion rang out in the front yard.

The two men in the guard booth exchanged a glance, stood up simultaneously, and pressed the alarm button beside them. "Attack! Attack!"

The setting sun casts bright sunlight, filtering through the emerald leaves and illuminating the dappled grass.

The entire courtyard was filled with the sounds of violent explosions and shouts of killing.

Everyone started to rush.

At that moment, three figures emerged from the neatly trimmed bushes at the side and rear of the courtyard.

The figure in casual clothes looked up, glanced at the area where explosions were constantly coming from not far away, and then turned his gaze to the other side.

Passing through quiet, ancient trees, what came into their view was not a luxurious villa, but a somewhat secluded and complex wooden building.

The wooden house has an old architectural style, and some parts are even reinforced with rubble, making it look more like a building in the wilderness than in the center of the city.

"Steward, holy crap," the lean man slowly stepped forward, looking at the tree standing in front of him, which was as thick as two people could hug. He swallowed hard. "How old is this tree? It must be at least several hundred years old, right?"

He looked around and thought, "The trees around here all seem to be these big trees. Who exactly is this family? Is it an ancient family that existed when Willens first started building the city?"

“It could also have been transplanted from somewhere else,” a bespectacled young man at the back said slowly.

“Never mind that for now,” the man in casual clothes took a deep breath and looked at the wooden courtyard ahead. “While the others are drawing our fire, let’s sneak over and see if we can catch some big shot.”

His gaze swept over the thick trees and ancient buildings, and he felt a vague sense of unease.

But now that things have come to this, there are no other options.

His troubled mind calmed down imperceptibly, and he led the two people beside him quickly through the dark forest to the wooden house.

"Isn't there a housekeeper or servants in this house?" The lean man looked at the quiet wooden house in front of him and said hesitantly, "It's so quiet."

He looked at the man in casual clothes, took a deep breath, and said, "Butler, have we come to the wrong place? Is this place uninhabited?"

“Since things have come to this,” the man in casual clothes shook his head, looking at the quiet wooden house in front of him. “Let’s go in and take a look. Remember what I said: only arrest those who are dressed in fine clothes. Children are best. If you can catch their heads, that would be even better. Kill the servants and butlers as soon as you see them.”

"Okay," the two people behind him replied quickly.

After saying that, the group quickly entered the wooden building.

Behind them, amidst the dappled shadows of the trees, a figure slowly emerged, watching their departing backs.