The Number of People Who Want the Money Printer Has Increased

Not long after leaving the addict's tent, Feng Xue realized that continuing like this was definitely not going to work. The city's sewer system had numerous branching passages, making it almost like a maze. Of course, Feng Xue wasn't worried about not finding the exit, but he was worried that if he pushed open a manhole cover, he would find himself in Jeston's backyard.

Just then, a faint light appeared in his field of vision. He followed the light and soon saw a somewhat dilapidated tent.

A dirty-looking Black man was sitting in front of the tent. He was wearing worn-out but not filthy clothes. When he saw Feng Xue coming, he even waved and greeted her.

Having encountered this situation more than once on her journey, Feng Xue finally gritted her teeth, forcing herself to forget that she was wearing an evening gown, and stepped forward, casually uttering a fluent Colombia -accented Victorian:

"Hey buddy, where's the exit around here?"

When the Black man heard Feng Xue's question, he didn't find it strange that Feng Xue was wearing an evening gown in the sewer. He just grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and pointed in a direction as if it were commonplace:

"Go straight ahead, turn left at the first intersection, and you'll see it."

"Thank you." Although she felt a little strange, Feng Xue still thanked him and ran along the path he pointed out. After a few steps, a series of ladders made of steel bars appeared on the wall—in the dark environment of the sewer, they would be completely unnoticeable if one did not look carefully.

"Luckily I asked for directions." Feng Xue shook his head, looking at the ladder that looked rusty red but seemed to have a layer of patina. He looked down at his hands, and thankfully, the Phantom of the Phantom of the Opera's tuxedo came with a pair of white gloves, which helped him quickly overcome his psychological burden.

The ladder wasn't too high. After climbing more than ten meters past the sewer dome, he reached the manhole cover. Feng Xue listened intently and could faintly hear the sounds of car engines and the noise of the street. After thinking for a moment, he freed his left hand to tug at the shadowy cloak behind him before forcefully pushing open the manhole cover.

Call!

A refreshing breeze, carrying the smell of gasoline, brushed past Feng Xue's face. This place was a narrow alleyway located at a street corner, sandwiched between two buildings.

He twisted his head and looked around. He could even see wet "balloons" in the corner and hand and footprints that he could imagine from their positions.

He quickly crawled out of the well, and following the basic moral principle of closing the door behind him, he put the well cover back in place. Then he clapped his hands and waited until the dirt on the soles of his shoes gradually disappeared before walking out of the alley.

Then, Feng Xue finally realized the difference between "integrating into the environment" and "reducing one's presence".

If reducing one's presence directly makes one difficult to notice, which can be seen as a form of invisibility, then blending into the environment makes one feel "naturally present."

Just as you wouldn't notice the birds flying in the branches in the forest, you wouldn't pay attention to the yellow sand under your feet in the desert, and you wouldn't count every drop of water in the ocean, Feng Xue is like something that should naturally exist in this environment, and she wouldn't be out of place no matter where she is.

If he were wearing his old Assassin Set, no one would have noticed his presence. But now, dressed in a gorgeous, almost conspicuous, classical suit, he didn't attract any strange looks, whether walking through the filthy sewers or the modern streets of Saint Lotan City. On the contrary, he would occasionally see one or two passersby habitually raising their hands to greet him—of course, this was probably also influenced by the [Treasure] element provided by the [Money Printer] Tag.

"Overall, it has its advantages and disadvantages, both of which reduce presence." Feng Xue adjusted her collar slightly to make the silk scarf less cumbersome. Although it was less effective at blending into the environment, for Feng Xue, who already possessed the ability to "Breath Concealment," the ability to overlap was not as significant as the improvement from filling in the gaps.

However, compared to the boost brought by the new equipment, Feng Xue was more concerned about something else—

The growth of the "[Money Printer] "Tag, which had stabilized, seems to be picking up again!

Although it's still a long way from replenishing his daily consumption, the feeling of fresh [consciousness] flowing in every moment is undeniable.

"Is it because I escaped from prison that people who originally couldn't take him from Jeston, but now know of my existence, have started to have designs on me?"

Feng Xue's lips curled up slightly. He was not surprised but rather pleased by this situation. He wished there were more people who wanted to benefit from him. If there were a thousand or eight hundred people, he wouldn't have to worry about returning to Infinite City at all. He could just find a way to smuggle himself to Yan Country.

Unfortunately, there aren't that many people like that.

Based on his current level of understanding, it would take him about ten days to condense enough [consciousness] to survive in reality for one day. It doesn't sound like much, but that's equivalent to 10,000 towers a day!

However, the thought that the high-end resources of Infinite City were basically monopolized by Residential Area, so even if she had money, there was nowhere to spend it, dampened Feng Xue's excitement about this income.

"At most, I can only survive for a little over five more days in reality."

Feng Xue sensed the speed at which his [consciousness] was dwindling and unconsciously quickened his pace. In five days, he either had to find a way to return to that door and re-enter the Infinite City to accumulate strength, or he had to create more big news in this short period of time and make more people remember him.

At this moment, Feng Xue suddenly felt that he could understand those who were violent towards Real Worlder. In the end, the creation of Tag required an extremely high level of cognitive ability. Chen Xiyao had only given him the Tag "chef" in a moment of emotional outburst, and now he was certain that there were no fewer than three digits of people looking for him, but none of them had offered him even a new Tag.

Therefore, the creation of Tag is probably relatively independent for each person who perceives them. If there were a progress bar for the formation of Tag, then even if hundreds of millions of people reached 99%, no Tag would be provided unless someone reached 100%.

When does a person develop a sufficiently strong understanding?

It must have been at least during a time of heightened emotion, right?

When is a person's emotion most intense?

Being on the verge of death, despair and pain, extreme sadness... Of course, being extremely happy should also work, but the problem is that creating pain is obviously much faster and easier than making people happy and excited to the point of being Tag.

By relentlessly torturing a Real Worlder, one can most likely acquire Tag such as "perpetrator" or "enemy." Returning that person to the modern world will then reinforce this Tag through the perception of many others like them. Isn't that incredibly profitable?

Conversely, even if she raises the favorability rating of Real Worlder to the point of undying devotion, and she is deeply etched in their hearts, even generating the [Beloved] Tag, then the only one who can provide the recognition for this Tag is this beloved person.

Ultimately, it's easy for people to regard their friends' and family's enemies as enemies, even if they've never met them. Conversely, it's difficult for people to regard someone they've never met as a friend, even if that person is loyal to their friends and family until death.

"It's hard to be a good person, especially for someone like Wu." Having grasped the contagious mechanism of [Tag], Feng Xue couldn't help but sigh, then began looking around, searching for the ubiquitous ATM that every urban fantasy protagonist needs...