Weaver

Seeing that the illusion Rules of the False Angel could completely resolve these strange occurrences, Lin Nieran looked towards the location of the Black-Line Weird.

The black lines covered the area with extraordinary speed, completely encroaching on the cemetery entrance in the blink of an eye. At first glance, all that could be seen were countless writhing lines in the darkness.

The moment Modian charged into the black lines carrying the silver Cross, his form changed, and his body lengthened once more!

He held a huge Weaving Hammer, was covered in a patched leather robe, was thin and hunched over, with his hands hanging down to the ground, and his skin covered in black cracks.

His face was obscured by one eye by long hair, while the other eye, exposed to the air, had a wild, beast-like yellow pupil.

This is a new form of Weaver form.

The Weaver stretched out his withered hand and grabbed the swirling black threads in front of him. Energy flashed through the air like sharp blades, and the writhing black threads broke and fell to the ground.

He looked at the black threads he held in his palm, and a smile slowly crept onto his right lip, which was stitched together by the fine threads.

The writhing black threads struggled to pierce the Weaver's body, but were firmly prevented from entering by the thick, sturdy fabric on his arms.

"Hehehe... Excellent textile materials."

Modian chuckled softly, looking at the black lines as if he had seen something wonderful. The voice squeezing out from the gaps was hoarse, like a leaky bellows, filled with a strong sense of gloom and eeriness.

He coiled the long black thread together and roughly wrapped it around the tip of the Weaving Hammer. The Weaving Hammer firmly held onto the black thread, which Modian easily gathered.

The weaver spun and spun, a happy smile playing on his lips. He used the Weaving Hammer as a tool and Black-Line Weird, while a hoarse, off-key song escaped from his half-open mouth.

Black Cat and Flower Language were also nearby helping to clean up the Black-Line Weird. These things covered a distance of a hundred meters and were still spreading around them. They also threw all the cut black lines to Modian Textile.

The Weaving Hammer accepts all kinds of black thread; no matter how much black thread is fed to it, it can spin it all, and gradually a tight and smooth piece of black cloth appears behind the Weaver.

Lin Nieran turned his gaze away from the weaver and looked at the newly popped-up introduction page on the System Interface.

[The Black-Insect Weird:]

Rules 1: Surveillance. Those identified as orphans are subject to supervision Rules, and those who violate the rules can be taken to the Punishment Room for punishment.

Rules Two: Limb Regeneration. Severed black worms can regenerate indefinitely until their energy is depleted.

Rules 3: Parasitism, current host: Disciplinarian Director

Rules Four: A change of attitude – bad students are punished, good students are tolerated.

Current state: panic, fear, anger, helplessness

Looking at the Black-Insect Weird woven from black threads, Lin Nieran felt a wave of nausea.

These things are thin and long, clump together and keep wriggling. Just looking at them, let alone killing them, gives you goosebumps. They are extremely contaminated.

Lin Nieran quickly looked away from the sculpture, but this time he didn't find any information.

007 [Host, you're too far away from them, you can't scan them]

The Cemetery was huge, and the two people were hiding far away. It's already amazing that 007 was able to scan two people who were close by.

Lin Nieran with some regret, "Alright, let's watch first, or wait and see if one or two run over."

Compared to Lin Nieran's composure, Qin Rang was much more afraid.

Although he had seen some incredible things at such a young age, he had never seen three such powerful beings come at once tonight.

"Shall we go find the Orphanage Director now?" Qin Rang whispered, his head pressed against the tombstone. "These things have all come out; only the Orphanage Director can save us!"

Lin Nieran followed suit, placing his head behind the tombstone. "What are you looking for? You know perfectly well that if Mr. Xie and the others find out we're wandering around here instead of sleeping, we'll be in the Punishment Room for at least ten days to half a month, even if we don't die."

"Besides, the Orphanage Director is never in Orphanage Director office; where are we supposed to find him?"

Thinking back to the feeling of being pierced through the body by the black thread and frozen in place, unable to move, Qin Rang shuddered. "No, I still can't tell the Orphanage Director."

But can they solve these problems?

"They definitely can, you have to believe them!" Lin Nieran reassured him.

Despite their formidable strength, his Vest are sure to prevail.

The Calamity Crossing Squad is not weak to begin with, and with the help of Flower Language and Wu Liang, they should be fine, though they might get injured.

But this was not the effect Lin Nieran wanted.

Because he went missing after entering the Instance, tonight's scene can be said to be a self-directed and self-acted performance, or it can be said to be a "scene" that the Vest accounts fought for themselves.

After all, once he leaves here, he'll start upgrading everyone's cards, unlocking backgrounds, and boosting their strength.

The beach Instance is tough; leveling up is essential.

He wasn't comfortable with the cards themselves not having enough combat power.

If the cards want to level up and gain enough Performance Points, they need to do something big in the live stream.

Before entering, he bought and used the Weird Object in the store to expand his live stream room, also in order to gain more Fame and Performance Points.

He was plotting something big, bringing three kinds of supernatural entities together, choosing Cemetery as the location, and luring the Calamity Crossing Squad there—what was his motive?

It's definitely not as simple as just waiting for them to dawdle and struggle to resolve these issues.

So how can we leverage this opportunity to gain more Fame and enhance our Performance Points?

Lin Nieran, feeling quite troubled, so he poked the little fox. "007, could you exchange my remaining three Limited-Time Persona for one? I want a higher-level one."

007 hung his head dejectedly and said, "[Host, if the shop were still there, we could exchange for items at a discount, but I don't have the item teleportation function anymore...]"

Lin Nieran wasn't surprised. "Alright, I'll just ask."

The several Vest he changed to were all low-level, and the only S-Rank Seamstress he had wasn't very useful now. Besides, he still had a use for the Seamstress card, so it wasn't appropriate to use it now.

Let's not even talk about the other lower-level cards. Although using them will definitely increase your Fame, now is not the best time to use them, and the increase in popularity won't be significant.

Organizations now generate their own discussion and attention, raising people's threshold for such organizations to be very high, making it even more difficult to gain Fame.

It seems that in order to prevent this situation from happening again, we should prepare several more temporary high-level identity cards.

Lin Nieran carefully browsed through his personal space again. Most of the Weird Object he traded with the Authorities had been exchanged for Points, and what remained in his space were the numerous Weird Object given to him by his various Vest when they went out "hunting".

Although he sold some useless items, he still accumulated quite a bit. He didn't usually have a chance to use them, and using them as weapons would be too conspicuous, so he simply put them away.

As he flipped through the pages, he suddenly discovered a Weird Object that he had almost forgotten about.

It was a white porcelain mask, the right half of which was covered with black cracks and was shattered beyond recognition.

The only facial feature on the mask is an upturned corner of the mouth, and the lips are completely bloodless.