Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

"Yes, the key."

Qiao Xi nodded, her tone tinged with helplessness. "But how to use this 'key'? What can it unlock? Where does it lead? They haven't mentioned any of these things. For many years, it has been regarded as a top secret, personally kept by the most trusted and powerful leader of each generation."

It remained exactly as it was, just as you see: a black notebook with a blurred cover, nothing unusual, and no one could decipher any information from it.

Qiao Xi's gaze fell on the notebook in Xu Hao's hand, with a hint of reminiscence: "Until many years later, when it was your sister's turn to take up the banner of this resistance, according to the rules, this mysterious notebook was handed to me."

She paused, as if recalling her feelings at the time, "At first, just like in the legends, it was an inanimate object. No matter what method I used to investigate it, whether it was injecting energy, dripping blood to bind it to its owner, or even trying to communicate with it using my mental power, it didn't react at all. It was like a stubborn stone."

“However,” Qiao Xi’s tone shifted, her eyes sharpening, “I am a patient person, and I am not lacking in resilience.”

On the continent of Fama, we were constantly being chased and dodged by that fried chicken, yet we persevered in exploring every inch of its land.

During countless explorations, I stumbled upon some fragmented, almost forgotten records. These records vaguely mentioned that the operation of the continent of Fama seemed to follow some underlying rules, and that there existed a magical artifact that could 'edit' or 'view' these rules.

Combining the prophecy of the 'key' left behind by the Holy War and the God of Magic, I boldly speculate that this notebook might be the legendary artifact, or at least its core component.

She organized her thoughts, trying to make it easier for Xu Hao to understand: "You can think of it as... well, the 'back-end management manual' for the entire Fama continent world, or a 'developer key' with extremely high privileges."

The problem is that the manual is incomplete, and most of the key's functionality is locked. It's not complete in itself and needs to be pieced together by finding scattered 'fragments of information' or 'permission modules' around the world.

Qiao Xi looked at Xu Hao with a knowing look in her eyes: "Do you remember when the guests from Bai Ri Men and I asked you to collect those five sacred artifacts of the sect leader?"

The Woma Horn, the Zuma Head, the Staff of the Underworld, the Rainbow Eye, and that thing left behind by the Demon Dragon Lord... In short, those five items are not merely powerful equipment or tokens. Based on my research and speculation, they contain some kind of primordial power that constitutes the basic rules of this world, or rather, a kind of 'manifestation of authority signature'.

Guiding and sacrificing their power to this notebook is, in effect, the first attempt at 'completion'.

At this point, he chuckled and said, "So, completing the information elements is the key. As for what to call the thing you collected, it doesn't matter. You can call it 'Swallow of the Demon Dragon Cult Master,' it's fine. Anyway, that guy from Bai Ri Men gave it the name."

She let out a soft sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted: "It turns out my guess was right. It was precisely because I gathered the five sacred artifacts of the five great masters and used their power to initially activate some of the notebook's permissions that I was able to break through some of the rules and restrictions."

Let us, these old coffin-like beings trapped outside the rules, be able to intervene in reality again and appear before you, as your personal grandfather, Vice President Xu.

This is the first manifestation of 'system permissions' that you experience with a laptop.

Upon hearing this, Xu Hao felt a sudden sense of clarity. He looked down at the black notebook in his hand, feeling its weighty and antique texture even in its stillness.

Many past doubts came together at this moment: Qiao Xi and the others' almost demanding request to collect the five sacred artifacts was actually just to...feed this thing... nothing more.

It turns out that the root of everything lies in this unassuming notebook, this incomplete "world key." And the old page that just flew out from the Dark Twin-Headed King Kong was clearly the "information fragment" or "permission module" that Qiao Xi mentioned, used to "complete" the notebook.

"After that..." Qiao Xi's voice lowered, her eyes wandering as if she were recalling a less-than-pleasant past.

"We were chased like rabbits by those 'Thursday' bastards again. And, carelessly, we lost this thing."

"Lost it? Such an important thing just disappeared like that? Who did it?! Who is so unreliable?"

"Oh!" Qiao Xi's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, like a little girl who had been publicly exposed for an embarrassing moment. She raised her voice sharply, trying to use her imposing manner to cover up her embarrassment.

"What do you mean 'unreliable'! That fried chicken guy went crazy, he even created a spatial rift!!"

A spatial rift of immense power, capable of tearing everything apart! Do you understand?!

The situation was so chaotic, explosions were happening everywhere, it was like the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. In the blink of an eye, who could guarantee that nothing would go wrong?! She waved her fist, seemingly trying to emphasize the danger at the time, but quickly lowered it again as if deflated, her eyes darting around, muttering,

"Oh well... anyway... anyway, the final result was good! It found the right person in you!! That's the most important thing! If it weren't for me, no, if it weren't for you, how could it have ended up in your hands!"

Don't worry about the details of the process... just ignore them!

After saying that, Qiao Xi's cheeks, which were flushed with embarrassment, had not completely faded. She tried to calm herself down, but couldn't help but glare at Xu Hao with a hint of shame and anger.

"What's wrong? Can't important people make mistakes?"

She cleared her throat, crossed her arms, and slightly raised her chin, trying to regain some ground, but her tone involuntarily carried a hint of unnatural emphasis:

"Hmph, we've been keeping an eye on you for a while now, okay!"

"We've been observing from the shadows the whole time. Until later, you got this notebook from that girl Miaoyu," she pointed to the notebook in Xu Hao's hand, emphasizing her words.

"Only then did we finally realize that you—Xu Hao, Chairman Xu—were the true chosen one! That's why we old guys rushed over to you, willingly and tirelessly serving as your 'white-bearded old man'!"

Xu Hao looked at Qiao Xi, who was clearly guilty but insisted on putting on a righteous act, and his lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

He lowered his head, his fingers tracing the rough cover of the notebook, muttering to himself:

If you're unreliable, just admit it. When it comes to being sarcastic and unpredictable, older women are just as good as anyone else.

Sister, stop playing a mage and try playing an Onmyoji in another game. You'll definitely become a great Onmyoji.