Sing a Song?

Looking at the pitch-black Forest, Bince deeply regretted it.

He regretted his recklessness;

And regretted his arrogance and overconfidence even more!

Ever since he had encountered Magic and Battle Qi on the Internet, his confidence had been steadily swelling.

Meditation had made his focus and powers of observation increasingly keen;

Battle Qi had endowed him with greater endurance and explosive strength;

The "Ice Blade" and "Ice Fist" techniques he had learned from Online Courses had given him the courage to fight wild beasts barehanded.

All of it had made him bolder and bolder, and more and more conceited.

He had gathered the village youths together to raid birds' nests, catch fish, fly hawks, and chase game with hounds.

At first, they had merely hunted rabbits and birds nearby, practicing Magic and footwork.

As their success rate climbed, they were no longer satisfied with such small prey and began setting their sights on the depths of the Forest.

At first, they had gained little. But as they summarized their experiences—especially through discussing and sharing them with a group of like-minded people on the Internet—Bince and the others' success rate soared.

They had even successfully hunted a black bear, causing a sensation throughout the village.

The countryside had always been rough and hardy, and spurred on by the game they brought back, the village naturally stopped restraining them.

Who could have imagined that an accident would strike just when they were at their most triumphant?

Perhaps because winter was approaching, animals that could hibernate had begun to do so, while those that could not had started moving deeper into the warmer parts of the Forest.

Bince and the others had been out all day without finding any worthwhile prey, leaving them unwilling to return empty-handed.

So when they spotted an elk, they naturally chased after it in wild delight.

Only after they killed it did they realize they were lost.

They had entered depths of the Forest that even the village's Old Hunters had never set foot in!

When night fell, the faint cries of beasts echoing through the woods finally awakened the fear rooted deep within their souls.

But it was too late.

Even though they had the Internet and could contact the village at any time, it was of no use.

With no landmarks, unable to see their own hands before their faces, and dense trees everywhere, they did not even dare activate the Internet's Lighting Function, afraid of attracting even fiercer magical beasts.

Some of them even spoke with tears in their voices.

"Bince, do you think we'll die here?"

Amid another faint, indistinct beastly howl, a trembling youth asked, hoping to draw even the slightest shred of confidence from Bince.

"We won't. We won't die."

"But how do we get out of here?"

"It's all your fault. You insisted on chasing that elk."

The voices of his companions—some fearful, some complaining, some despairing—made Bince feel ever more guilty and panicked.

Just then, the sound of a voice call request rang out in the depths of his soul.

He instinctively opened the Internet and saw a voice message from Grandpa Hal. "Bince, climb to the top of a tree and look around. Find where there's light!"

Bince froze, then gritted his teeth and climbed the nearest large tree.

Before long, he reached the treetop. The slender branches swayed beneath him, rocking his body as well. He looked around and quickly spotted a faint glow amid the endless black expanse.

"I see a light!"

"That's the village. Don't stop—hurry! We can't keep this up for much longer."

"Got it."

Bince did not dare ask more. He jumped from the tree, called to his companions, and led them in a mad dash toward the light.

The mountain paths were rugged, forcing them to detour, leap over ravines, and circle around obstacles again and again.

Bince could only climb trees from time to time to look toward the light source and confirm their direction.

Slowly, the beasts' roars grew fainter, and the scenery around them became increasingly familiar.

They had finally found the road home.

When they burst out of the Forest, they saw from afar that the village had lit up like a sun, casting blazing light into the darkness.

As they drew closer, Bince's vision suddenly blurred.

Countless villagers, young and old, clung to treetops or stood on rooftops. They were all doing the same thing: activating the Internet's Lighting Function.

Countless Inch Lights formed a Light Burst, illuminating the road home for them.

"Wonderful! Bince and the others are back!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

The villagers cheered. Quite a few of them, their Soul Power exhausted from maintaining the Lighting Function for so long, collapsed unconscious on the spot.

Some women, upon seeing their children safely returned, were so overwhelmed that they beat and scolded them.

After scolding them, they suddenly fell to their knees and offered devout thanks to the unseen God of the Internet!

Old Farmer Hal looked at the chaotic scene before him and could not help wiping the corner of his eye.

If there had been an Internet when he was young, would his older brother have survived until now?

Old Farmer Hal did not know, but he knew that life had truly gotten better.

Thank you, Lord Asheff!

Thank you, God of the Internet!

Yu Sheng'an, spending the night at the border of the Kevil Empire, watched the Old Farmer villagers who had survived the ordeal through Divine Perspective, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

He had never expected that checking in on the Old Farmer he had happened to encounter would lead him to witness such a scene.

It suddenly gave him a wild idea—if his Internet had map positioning, would everyone's lives become more convenient?

The answer was obvious.

Thinking more deeply, if he could truly develop such a function, it would not only benefit the people's livelihoods but also aid military development.

At the thought, Yu Sheng'an felt a faint thrill of excitement.

But when he thought carefully about how to implement the function, his head immediately began to ache again.

It was too difficult!

I'm a god in charge of language and writing—how am I supposed to make maps? How am I supposed to do positioning?

I haven't even figured out image functions yet, have I?

Yu Sheng'an scratched his head, thinking that when he had the chance, he should investigate what gods existed in this world and which Godhead authorities could solve these technical problems.

If he got the chance, he would seize their Godheads.

Otherwise, with his academic failure of a brain, how long would he have to wait if he relied on Magic to solve it?

There was no sense of time in Magic cultivation.

A week later, the delegation finally arrived in Vias, the Earthly Divine Kingdom of Aphnora, the Goddess of Music.

It was a city built in the Lanlun Mountain Basin.

From afar, a structure resembling a patchwork of countless pillars of varying lengths rose into the sky.

Strange ripples of energy spread outward from the top of the structure, encompassing the entire basin.

Yu Sheng'an pulled open the carriage window and gazed at the distant City, an unusual gleam in his eyes.

Since coming to this world, he was finally coming into contact with the power of another Godhead in the truest sense!

If Magic was a science governed by rules,

Then Godheads were an unconstrained art—a completely unreasonable, lawless, indescribable power.

Yu Sheng'an had used a single Contract Godhead to construct the vast Internet system. How mysterious, then, was the Music Godhead?

Was its power truly as limited as the rumors claimed?

Yu Sheng'an felt faintly excited.

The delegation stopped before the city gates. To Yu Sheng'an's surprise, a group of young women streamed out of the city, surrounded the delegation, and began dancing gracefully.

They danced as they sang sweet, melodious songs. It seemed to be some sort of welcoming ceremony.

The dance ended, and the song fell silent.

Meg walked up to the carriage with a smile. "Mr. Asheff, sing a song?"

"Huh?" Yu Sheng'an was dumbfounded.