Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

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"It's not difficult. You are only one step away."

Yu Man could hear Xiaolu's frustration, so her tone was very gentle.

"Equipment should be an average of tier seven, and the main hand should be tier eight. Max out weapon specialization, then open a secondary class you like to expand your combat style."

"Gear is a little hard to come by... but I should be able to accumulate it slowly by grinding dungeons. As for weapon specialization... I'm almost maxing out the Bloodless Longsword series. Secondary class?... Hmm, does that mean I can choose a second specialization, like becoming a magician like you?"

"Well, just follow your heart. There's no need to pursue anything utilitarian. It's all useful anyway. Also—your Traveler level is a bit low, so this bonus is huge."

"Wow—there's so much to do..."

Xiaolu inserted the sword into the ceremony, counting Yu Man's words on his fingers, feeling extremely anxious.

Seeing her anxiety, Yu Man moved his fingers and signaled to the Ice Prison Dragon behind him——

Soon, the cool, big, gentle dragon tongue "slurped" and licked the deer several meters away.

"Except for me, you are already the fastest and strongest person in the world. I can guarantee that... What's the rush?"

"I'm that strong?" Xiaolu didn't believe it at all. He just stared at the source of his anxiety. "That eel... after you graduate, are you going to quit?"

"Ah? What graduation?" Yu Man was confused.

"Aren't you almost reaching the highest level, and then becoming invincible? And then leaving the old world in loneliness..."

Xiaolu has spent most of her life playing games, so she knows this feeling.

Her progress was so exaggerated that she could never catch up. And then—she would experience everything and quickly give up.

Before leaving, he will leave everything to the deer, but to her, it is already worthless.

Yes - heritage.

By then, having lost the object of pursuit and the meaning of self, the entire old world will become boring to me.

There is only a friend list that is always gray, and an island territory that was once bustling but is now lonely and dead.

And - Yu Man's Ice Prison Dragon and Xiang Xiang will never be seen again.

The little deer had already felt all of this from the battle just now.

But Yu Man's embarrassed voice shattered the stained glass depicting these scenes.

"No, Boss... I'm at the peak of the Kindergarten Realm. I haven't even reached the Ninth Stage yet. I'm just in elementary school and haven't graduated yet."

"...So exaggerated?"

"Yes, and then maxing out two classes is the junior high level. Then maxing out the adventurer class is the official entry into the tenth level. This is considered the college entrance examination level. Where you can study after that depends on your luck and accumulation... Believe me, these things are clearly stated on the official website."

As for what happened next? Yu Man didn't say anything, nor was she willing to tell it.

Stories that are equivalent to the mysteries of the world, told through the mouths of others, are meaningless.

"...So what kind of education do you...Eel plan to achieve?" asked the deer nervously and expectantly.

"At least I'm an associate professor." Otherwise, I won't be able to compete with the "Three Secretaries", let alone my regrets, my wishes, and the mistake I want to correct.

"Okay! Then I'll be your full professor!"

"Just don't let yourself get away with not finishing junior high school..."

At this time-

"Ah, so Uncle Eel is an associate professor?"

From the mud, out emerged the girl Yago had been hiding.

Of course she couldn't survive the massive battle, but no one would worry about a player with infinite life.

She was affected, died, and resurrected - and the cycle continues to this day.

It just so happened that I heard them talking about real-life topics. Although I didn't hear everything, Yu Man revealed her career information.

"My father and I both respect educators and those who work seriously in academics. When your niece gets admitted to university this year, if it's convenient for you, please give me some advice on my university studies, Uncle Eel—Wow! Dragon?! That's so cold…"

The harsh reality and the fantasy of the old world are intertwined before our eyes.

Yu Man sighed, lamenting that the misunderstandings in the world were always becoming more and more outrageous, while Xiaolu held his stomach and laughed non-stop, and it took him a long time to calm down.

So much so that——

Recruit all the pirates, take 70 and two pirate ships, and sail back to Himlabakken to report to Yago.

That was a whole day later.

……

The main city island - Sanlai.

Cross the rich nature, cross the crowded main city, and hundreds of thousands of players.

And then through the bloodstained wall—

A being, through the "underworld", arrived at the very center of the branch.

An ordinary square room with a table, a scale, a pen and a piece of paper.

Also, a bonfire.

The dull subhuman servants threw their souls into the bonfire, burning out dim flames to continue a certain ritual.

That is the core of the entire branch.

Normally, the owner of this place, the "Pricer", would sit by the campfire and review the various businesses in this sea area.

But now, only its corpse has been sent back.

It was placed on the table, alongside the items that symbolized the transaction.

"Have any relics been lost outside and taken away by greedy strangers?" asked a snake man who appeared quietly.

"No, I checked carefully."

A fly man standing by the campfire from who knows when - could not answer this question helplessly.

"Half an hour after it was pinned to the wall, the spear disintegrated. We immediately recovered its body... Before that, strangers couldn't get close and would be killed by the ice spear."

"That gun—was thrown from a small node in the ritual... We've divined it." The person who spoke was crawling on the ceiling, matching his bat-man posture.

These are the three branch chiefs, all ninth-rank "Pricers."

Together with the rat-man corpse on the table, these four controlled a great deal of trade.

Or rather—once dominated.

Now, unprecedented changes are taking place.

The three of them had no choice but to give up their respective businesses in the sea area.

I was summoned here with distress, worry, helplessness, nostalgia, secret joy, and annoyance.

Summoned by Him.

"There's not much time left, so there's no need to dwell on the dead."

He is also here and now.

Half of the body is immersed in the death of the underworld, and the other half is floating in reality.

He is the president of the "Underworld Chamber of Commerce," a symbol of "fairness," and a being who has attained the godhood of a trader.

Thirty-two years ago, he had already reached the tenth level, took over the "Underworld Chamber of Commerce" and expanded it.

"Then, President, are we going to give up on rebuilding this branch?"

"This time, it would be better to choose an uninhabited island, right? Or maybe a hidden island."

"According to our branch's style, it would be better to establish it in the form of a ship."

All the "pricers" were very familiar with the president, and their tone only maintained a minimum of respect.

That hateful ice spear not only killed the ratmen, but also shattered the hiding place here.

Without its last protection, this branch would soon be crushed by outsiders.

Before then, they planned to transfer their assets, abandon this branch, and rebuild. This was the best option, and while the cost was heavy, it was not unacceptable. As for revenge... they had already forgotten it.

Now, everyone looked at the president, waiting for his nod.

"I didn't invite you here to discuss stop-loss," the president's words were erratic. "I wanted to take you to meet that person... He agreed."

Suddenly, the three "pricers" talked among themselves, but they were all terrified.

"...the one...from the Council?"

"Don't say this word carelessly, it will bring bad luck."

"Wait, President, why did you let us go together?"

The Guild Master looked at them indifferently, but explained calmly, "The stranger who gave me a suggestion that allowed us to resolve this troublesome situation without abandoning this place. Furthermore, this can lead to revenge against the Ice Prison Dragon... and the owner of the Ice Spear."

Intermission: Parliament

Including the rat man hanging on the table, the "pricers" are all experienced businessmen.

Their intuition told them that something was wrong and that something was not right.

One of them couldn't help but speak.

"President, with all due respect, we are not strong enough. No one can withstand this blow. You are godlike beings, but we are still mortals and cannot participate on this level."

Someone took the lead, and the other two immediately followed suit.

"Indeed, we would be happy to maintain everything, continue trade, send you money, harm mortal souls, or share the vacancies of this sea. But participating in a battle of the tenth level means certain death for us."

"President—we also have no desire to have anything to do with the Council... In comparison, we envy a peaceful death."

The president was not displeased, he just thought it was natural.

He explained again, "You don't have to face the master of the ice spear or the young dragon. You only have to face the strangers. Moreover, their numbers will be small, and they won't be an endless enemy... I promise you can handle them."

Hearing this, they looked at each other.

In any case, the president's promise is still powerful.

"Come with me—otherwise, the time will come."

The guild leader reached out his hand—and from the bonfire, he pulled out a handful of dark ashes that had been burned into souls.

The ashes were lifted high and gently scattered.

The Guild Master reached down his throat and drilled deep, deep into him.

A sound of pain—accompanied by the groaning of internal organs.

The hand searched inside his body, crushing every organ along the way.

Then, I finally found the right angle.

"Snapped--"

He broke and pulled out his own spine.

The fresh broken bone stained with dark blood was spat out from the mouth along with the hand.