"Ah!"
Bu Lige, dead.
She did not choose to revive, instead exiting the virtual world directly.
"That was brutal."
Bu Lige removed her helmet, her expression still carrying lingering fear.
All she had seen at the end was blinding lightning.
Then she was dead.
"Didn't you say I shouldn't hold back?" Bu Shiyi said with a smile. "Besides, dying in the virtual world isn't real death."
"I'm just worried you'll start treating reality like the virtual world in the future."
"That is indeed possible." Bu Shiyi nodded in agreement. "Though the chances are low."
"Let's go, let's go. I spent the whole morning staring at that Magic Formation, and I'm starving already. It's even harder than learning swordsmanship," Bu Lige said.
Compared with this sort of knowledge-based learning, she still preferred practical techniques.
Actually fighting with real blades and real weapons—that was what felt satisfying.
Of course, when mages rained down all kinds of forbidden spells that covered the sky and blotted out the sun, their destructive power could not be underestimated either.
That was assuming they could learn things like those Magic Runes.
Thus, Transcendents who achieved anything in this field were basically top students. Poor students had to stand aside.
They could not even squeeze into the circle to join the fun.
"Why is it just the boss?" Bu Lige noticed Luo Chuan behind the counter.
Bu Shiyi said nothing.
"Boss, time really flies." Bu Lige walked over and greeted him with a smile.
Luo Chuan, who had been looking at his Magic Phone, raised his head and glanced at her upon hearing her voice.
He felt as though he had heard those words just now.
Not only had he heard them, he seemed to have said them himself too.
"Mm, it's noon." Luo Chuan nodded and gave