Big Shot (Part 1)

Ronan seriously considered how to approach this new subject.

Based on the requirements he had thought of so far, the Configuration itself was not particularly difficult, but it was highly comprehensive. It involved multiple angles and levels: guidance, transformation, matter, spirit, the Abyss Zone, the Turbid Spiritual Stream, and more. Every angle and level required a specific Configuration, and they also had to be properly linked together...

Well, creating it from scratch would be troublesome, but he had a ready-made reference at hand—the Blood Soul Temple seemed to be precisely this sort of multilayered, multi-angle composite structure. A high-fidelity imitation, or even borrowing it outright, would do just fine.

Of course, simply thinking it through in his head would never be thorough enough. In the end, he would have to put it on paper. Later, he would first lay out a logical framework, then use the materials and examples at hand to fill it in, tackling each hurdle one by one.

The faster, the better...

As he pondered, uninhibited laughter drifted over from the other end of the passageway. A group of men and women were walking against the flow. Some had clearly just finished performing and had yet to remove their makeup; others were plainly the sort who controlled and consumed.

As they passed each other in this private passageway, both sides essentially ignored one another, maintaining the composed air of people who were "quite experienced."

Yet for Ronan, that was only on the surface.

The passageway connecting the clubhouse and the theater backstage made it clear that the event organizers had truly exhausted every possible means to make things convenient for these so-called wealthy elites and celebrities, allowing them to seek out and capture "prey."

Those entering and leaving this passageway could basically be categorized at a glance.