Sunshine Fruit Basket, Unafraid of Hardship!

Determined to integrate into the new world, the Tiger Demon moved his limbs, then sprang to his feet and tried to shut down the Boss Template, returning to human form.

The entire process was extraordinarily easy and simple. He only needed to confirm it in his mind, then he could control his consciousness and shut down a certain region deep within his soul.

That was where the Aberrant Spiritual Root resided, and it had already fused with his soul.

In Yuan Zhu's perception, the Aberrant Spiritual Root was like a human brainstem, extending a dense network of autonomic plant-like nerves—self-regulating spiritual-root tendrils—that covered every inch of his soul and could not be separated from it.

When he shut down the Boss Template, those spreading, stretching, relaxing soul tendrils curled up and contracted one after another. Carrying the Shadow Power that filled his body, sank deep into his soul, and permeated the space around him, they receded like the tide into the depths of his soul, into the datafied space opened up by the Boss Template.

At the same time, the Tiger Demon's enormous body slowly shrank. His black fur collapsed into specks of pitch-black smoke, drilling back into the shadow beneath his feet, flowing into his body, and vanishing into the Datafied Soul space.

In the Skeleton Snake's reluctant sigh, the fur dispersed, the claws and fangs regressed, and his posture returned from that of a crouching feline to that of an upright primate.

Snap! The Boss Template locked the Little Black Room from within and hid itself away.

Yuan Zhu became a human of spotless origins once more.

Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture: Supreme VIP Deluxe Upgrade Edition, at your service once again! Cultivate to the utmost, live a second life, and fulfill your dream of ascension!

The Little Elf's voice rang out in his mind again. This time, she had taken on the image of a bright, energetic young girl and appeared within Yuan Zhu's consciousness.

The moment he saw her, Yuan Zhu found himself uncontrollably drawn to her. That face, that figure, that image—it had been molded entirely according to his personal preferences.

In truth, the Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture would search through a user's memories and create a one-of-a-kind soul companion from the other party's subconscious according to their tastes. Through the Game Sprite's built-in appearance-based affection and mind-reading-like spiritual compatibility, it subtly influenced and guided users, conditioning them into completing one designated task after another without realizing it, while they believed everything had been their own choice.

Compared to her initial mechanical stiffness, the Little Elf now clearly carried the delight of seeing an old acquaintance. She shouted excitedly, "Aha, I'm out again! Even the Little Black Room can't hold me! Immortal Scripture Old Geezer, I want the heavens to no longer block my eyes; I want the earth to no longer bury my heart. I want to climb step by step to the very top and stand above the high heavens!"

Yuan Zhu had already grown somewhat accustomed to the Little Elf's intermittent fits of madness. Ignoring her grand declaration, he asked directly, "How does your Supreme VIP Deluxe Upgrade Edition compare to my Boss Template?"

The Little Elf gave a haughty snort. "They're as far apart as heaven and earth. Translated, it's just an utterly trashy Whiteboard Client. I made up the name myself—it sounded lucky and nice, right? Isn't it especially bold? An ordinary client has no hidden spiritual roots, no skills, no starting resources—nothing but a pure whiteboard. It only provides the most basic soul protection, physical health monitoring, and learning assistance."

"You need to personally integrate into the new world, explore it alone, gather resources and intelligence, come into contact with and learn the local special Strength System, then independently synthesize an Ordinary Spirit Root according to the templates provided by the Immortal Scripture. But now that the world itself has changed and the Cosmic Laws are completely unknown, this Whiteboard Client is obviously out of its element. The Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture is playing dead and lying flat, so for now, just treat this Whiteboard Client as a protective suit. It can help your human body resist the corrosive pollution of the external environment."

He had even experienced the Boss Template, so he naturally had no resistance to a mere ordinary client. It was just that after feasting on mountain delicacies and seafood, looking back at the ordinary version of the Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture made it seem like a value instant noodle cup with an extra egg for losers who had upgraded their lot in life—tasteless and disposable.

Hiss...!

Once Yuan Zhu had regained his footing and his double vision returned to one, he finally recovered that familiar sense of security. So this was what it felt like to be human. It was so comforting.

He looked around the gloomy hall, mottled with bloodstains, and inexplicably felt a chill. Yet he could not say what was different. Were there too many dead people, their resentment too heavy to dissipate, all of them cursing him? But he was the king of beasts who enslaved Chang Ghosts. Wasn't that like an old birthday star hanging himself—courting death? Or had the multiple Evil God pollutions not fully dispersed? Perhaps his human form lacked the Tiger Demon's powerful resistance to pollution, which was why he felt that bone-deep chill? "Neither! You feel cold—shouldn't that be common sense? Look down. Mind your image, Sunshine Fruit Basket big brother. A friendly reminder: your clothes are dead."

Hm? What?!

Yuan Zhu looked down, and his heart lurched. Good heavens! He could only call it truly good heavens!

He hurriedly crossed his hands over his vital parts, inwardly embarrassed. Fortunately, the hall was empty. He looked around, trying to find something to cover himself with.

The Tiger Demon transformation was powerful, but the change in size was far too extreme. He had gone from a 187-centimeter human to a gigantic ferocious tiger four meters long—not counting the tail. His bloodstained clothes had long since been burst apart, and who knew where they had been lost during the melee.

Before long, Yuan Zhu found a relatively intact and clean cloak in a pool of blood. He hurriedly draped it over himself, finally relaxing. Then he continued examining the murder scene, hoping to find something useful, or crucial evidence that could prove his innocence.

Even with the Little Elf providing psychological counseling, he still had to face this world's police and legal authorities.

He could not exactly rely on the Boss Template to run away, abandon his home and livelihood, carry the label of a wanted criminal, and take all the blame for this bunch of cultists, could he?

But as for clearing his name...

He looked at the empty hall, at the severed fingers, chunks of flesh, and fragments of organs stuck to the walls, ceiling, tables, and chairs, constantly falling off...

He truly did not think he could be acquitted. The scene was simply too misleading, and he was the only survivor. Even with a hundred mouths, he would not be able to explain himself.

"Why not give up trying to prove my innocence and just run?" Yuan Zhu asked the Game Sprite in his mind.

The Little Elf opposed the idea. "If you run, that means you have a guilty conscience. They won't care whether you're innocent or not—they'll directly pin the crime on you. If you don't run, you can still struggle a little. Even if proving your innocence fails, we can always break out of prison."

"Break out of prison?"

The Little Elf nodded. "What do you think the Boss Template is? You killed dozens of Demonic Beasts descended by Evil Gods. Could a mere prison meant to hold ordinary people possibly stop you? Don't think like a weakling. Be confident. You have cheats—we're strong! Besides, if you really end up in prison, everyone in there is talented, each with their own special skill, and they speak so nicely. You can better uncover this world's secrets, learn hidden information, and acquire useful knowledge."

"What ordinary people can access is only the surface of society. The big shots in prison, however, can reach deeper levels and may even know the secrets of the Extraordinary System. All of that is important intelligence. It can help the Immortal Scripture adapt to the local environment and make you stronger. Besides, I don't recommend exposing the Boss Template rashly. It's your trump card for self-preservation. Once it is exposed, you will very likely be labeled an Evil God believer."

Yuan Zhu nodded in understanding. The Tiger Demon's demonic aura—or rather, its mana bar—was extracted directly from Pollution Energy. Shadow Power was unquestionably the product of an evil ritual. Though he had tamed the Shadow Power through the Aberrant Spiritual Root and achieved coexistence with it, in the eyes of the locals, he was undoubtedly a Demonic Path player, someone everyone would want to kill.

So he had the ability to protect himself and the confidence to face any unfavorable situation, but he would not rashly reveal himself. Instead, he chose to hide. He would lie low first, steady himself, and watch which way the wind blew. Even suffering a little grievance would not matter.

Still, he had to try to clear his name and prove his innocence. So Yuan Zhu suppressed his discomfort and remained at the blood-and-flesh-splattered crime scene, searching for anything of value.

"Eh, there's a wallet soaking in blood over there. Pick it up, quick."

"There! There! Over there! Behind that overturned cabinet, there's a finger wearing a gold ring. Trust me, it's pure gold!"

"And over there, half an ear with a pretty pearl earring. Too bad only half the ear is left, so it can't make a pair."

"Genuine leather ladies' handbag!" "Is this a money pouch? There are so many coins inside." "A necklace!" "This box of cigarettes has been contaminated by slime—trash. But this brass lighter has quite a sense of age. Maybe it's an antique?" "There's a pair of leather shoes here. Hurry and pull your feet out and put them on. Walking barefoot on the floor makes it easy to catch a chill."

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