CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 53: FROM THE NEW WORLD

After having a late-night snack, Zhu Zhengwei got busy with serious matters.

Around ten o’clock, several people in the dormitory simply turned off the lights and put on helmets to "play games."

It must be said, ever since the advent of this new wallpaper game, they have become much more disciplined and no longer stay up all night playing games.

Although they think they are "playing games" after putting on the helmets, in essence, they are actually sleeping.

"They are too young!"

Many times, Zhu Zhengwei feels that he has really suffered a lot.

Not only does he not charge them, but he also helps them train their brains for free and makes them stop staying up late, fostering habits of going to bed early and getting up early, cultivating a good lifestyle for them.

Ding!

"Welcome to ’The World’"

"Beta Version 0.3"

"Current version expansion pack: Growth of Leeks."

"Current online login number: 2557 people."

...

The familiar opening game screen as usual, and as miner players enter the Mobile Dream Net’s dream anchor point.

The place is overcrowded.

Except for a few who might have matters requiring them to stay up all night, almost everyone is logged in.

Zhu Zhengwei stood on the small island and glanced at the Immortal Herb outside, "Those guys are still enjoying the scenery, really patient.... but it is understandable, while sleeping, the sense of time is very confused."

After confirming that the miners were working diligently, mining and maintaining the Spiritual Qi output of the entire four-dimensional world, Zhu Zhengwei thought for a moment and directly stepped into the underground prehistoric city shelter.

Soon, Zhu Zhengwei felt he understood the situation’s cause and effect.

That ship was one from the fleet of the Seaside Ghost Kingdom, led by a fourth-tier Great Witch, yet unfortunately, they couldn’t withstand the cannons and were forcefully struck down.

The Great Witch is the top combat force in the country, under the Sovereign.

But still, they were defeated.

"They are already being interrogated with severe punishment."

Zhu Zhengwei’s expression was calm and thoughtful, "The one responsible for interrogation is actually called Du Jingsheng?"

The name sounds somewhat familiar.

Sure enough, the dream’s background changed.

Resulting in names, experiences, and lives altering to match the era.

This was originally a legendary figure in modern history during the Republic era in Old Shanghai. His life was thrilling, known as "The first man of the underworld in 300 years," and "God," which shows his rampant behavior at Shanghai Beach. Many modern films have modeled after him.

To appear here naturally piqued Zhu Zhengwei’s curiosity.

Historically, at this time, he was only in his twenties, just a minor head of the Qing Bang, but now he’s already the helm of the Qing Bang and has become the Chairman of the French Concession Chamber of Commerce.

"A dream is ultimately a dream, characters from his birthplace’s dream realm, not real people, though still worth some expectation." Zhu Zhengwei shook his head, his expression indifferent.

What Zhu Zhengwei was more focused on was the dream’s master, that famous biological giant.

....

At this moment, in an open-air square.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

An old Witch, with an immortal aura, dressed in a peculiar black-gray robe, was tied to an iron rod and whipped, his skin split open, blood flowing.

"Hurry and speak, where are you from? If you want to survive!"

A few fully armed, helmeted, bullet-proof vest-wearing tough men, wrapped so tight not a sliver of space exposed, interrogated the old man, but fear constantly flickered in their eyes during the interrogation.

They had no choice but to arm themselves completely!

He was simply a monster, whose brain could emit all sorts of invisible wind blades, dismembering them!

Even so, they couldn’t guarantee their safety, as countless times the opponent tried to cut their bulletproof vests with wind blades, but evidently, he didn’t know what a bulletproof vest was, rendered helpless...

Even Du Jingsheng, commanding them, along with various gang leaders, blond-haired blue-eyed controllers of the Foreigner’s Concession, were frightened, standing a hundred meters away, directing the interrogation with binoculars.

Putting down the binoculars, Du Jingsheng looked at everyone beside him, couldn’t help but exclaim, "What on earth is the new world outside the shelter... Is this an Immortal?"

"Don’t know."

"In the era our shelter was built, we’re already unclear about how glorious our past civilization was, we just know our ancestors were refrigerated until awakening for the era of Qi resurgence, perhaps just in front of us!"

Soon, news from the interrogation arrived.

"Suicide?"

"How was it done?" Du Jingsheng was utterly enraged, slamming the old-style rotary phone in his hand.

Interrogation, they were experts at it.

The kind of suicide where one bites their tongue is absolutely not going to appear here.

"Boss, it’s really not our problem. The other side has mastered strange Immortal Techniques, possibly using Magic Skills beyond our comprehension to commit suicide." Across from him, the interrogating man showed a look of fear.

He felt that these past few days were too outrageous.

He witnessed firsthand the ancient medieval sail ship, seeing a group of ancients disembark.

Originally assuming it was a group of local natives from a feudal society of this era, among them was a powerful elder clad in a magic robe, wielding a crystal skull staff, using strange Magic Skills to resist bullets, killing many of their people with Air Bullets. It was only after exhausting their opponent’s strength and bombarding them with cannons that they were able to capture them.

Yet even so, during the journey of escorting them here, the opposite party escaped twice.

Yes.

A whole two times!!

The first time, after knocking out their opponent, they were tied up tightly with ropes.

The result was a bizarre occurrence.

Upon waking, the opponent’s brain instantly shot out layers of invisible blades, slicing the throats of the surrounding brothers, then cutting the ropes, causing chaos in the outer district, and it took half a day to recapture them.

This frightened them to the point of directly putting handcuffs and foot shackles, then locking them in an iron cage. After several layers of precaution, they began transporting them to the Ten-Mile Foreign Field.

But what happened?

In the midst of things, they escaped again!

The opponent, despite seeing modern handcuffs and locks for the first time and these intricate modern structures, rapidly imitated the shape of a key, secretly used Spiritual Power to pick locks, opened the handcuffs and foot shackles, and once again fought fiercely, staining an entire block with blood.

These mysterious humans, their brain realms are not just developed enough to use mystical forces but also highly developed brains with terrifying learning and imitation abilities!

This is already too frightening.

How can one possibly keep them detained?

They are not human; they are superhuman!

Unless they’re killed, there’s simply no way to capture them alive for imprisonment!

Until a little brother who managed a nightclub for Qing Bang suggested:

"If he can pick locks, he’s surely unable to cut through metal. Directly call in a few welders to weld all the handcuffs shut without leaving any keyholes, then he won’t be able to escape!"

Thus, after the third time they subdued him, they finally managed to send him here.

But suddenly, he committed suicide???

"Even like this, he died? Just interrogate the remaining ordinary crew, torture them brutally, and learn something from them." Du Jingsheng was furious.

Soon, after several days, they obtained some information about this world.

Shiguang Zhen Emperor.

Slave Dynasty.

New Era.

The descent of gods, supplementing the classics of humanity.

A vast Mythical World seemed to be unfolding, leaving them trembling with fear.

How could this world be so terrifying?

Soon, in the elders’ cabins aboard the ship, they found various private Witch books of his, and the remaining copy of the Sutra of All Living Creatures.

They began attempting to learn it but were unable to grasp it.

One needs "Immortal Herb" to cultivate.

But where is the Immortal Herb?

As mere mortals, they cannot sense where the Immortal Herb is located.

However, at this moment, Du Jingsheng, looking at reports, stood up overlooking the entire shabby street district of Old Shanghai, "The Immortal Herb, it must be growing on our island. That old man sailed here, perhaps he sensed something, but where exactly is it?"

The flowers and plants on the island are countless; it’s impossible to call upon tens of thousands of residents to taste them one by one, right?

After all, the Immortal Herb is incredibly precious. If there’s only one plant on the island and it’s consumed by a lucky person, wouldn’t they be losing everything?

Yet it’s unrealistic to personally attempt them all, too numerous.

"Difficult."

Du Jingsheng took a deep breath.

"Keep the news contained. Let the hospital begin dissecting the Witch’s remains. Have Professor Minina at the hospital look for unusual body structures and study Witchcraft. If we can’t keep up with the times, we will surely be destroyed."

Du Jingsheng flipped through the book, reading the preface’s general outline and seeing an illustration on it.

On a massive stone city under the evening sun, a powerful aged emperor conversing with a deity with tear moles under the tea canopy.

"Did the god also come from the Old Days, are they related to us? Are they of our era?"

"Their eye corners always have a tear, an ever-weeping deity. Is this prophesying, lamenting the passing of our once-great Old Era?"

He closed the book page, feeling somewhat lost.

"The existence of Immortal Gods is actually real? That’s truly interesting."

"But regardless, we remnants of the Old Era must live on leaving this wasteland of Old Days and survive in this new world!"