Yuan Grotto-heaven

Yuan Grotto-heaven.

Zhong Shenxiu gazed at wave after wave of spies from various countries coming and going outside the villa, and found it utterly hilarious.

The villa where he lived was indeed where the game's official website's server was located. However... in outsiders' eyes, it was still just an empty lot—the sort where they could dig three feet into the ground and still find nothing unusual.

He had previously lifted the information interference on the game, but he had never intended to expose his residence to outsiders.

Faced with this kind of dimensionality reduction attack, even the most capable undercover agents and spies were little better than idiots.

Not only that, but with a thought, he could also sense the movements of a large number of players.

Most players were risking their lives in the game, trying to accumulate enough experience to spend money and obtain superpowers in reality.

A tiny number of elite players, meanwhile, had begun stirring up trouble in the real world.

Of course... since their strength was still low, their current impact was limited, and quite a few had already crashed and burned.

Of the two most troublesome ones, Lin Fan's fame was growing by the day. The title of "the number one martial artist in Daxia" had even begun to circulate.

As for He Zudao—he had already knelt.

"I knew this Spiritual Qi Revival movie project was unreliable."

Zhong Shenxiu grumbled.

This world's history naturally contained no supernatural power. To fabricate stories and graft myths onto it, there were simply too many contradictions from beginning to end.

Trying to make everyone believe it felt like calling a deer a horse—an outright insult to everyone's intelligence.

Of course, an insult was still an insult, but if supernatural powers truly appeared, quite a few people might still