"Props" Come Alive...

Yang Qizhou never expected such a coincidence; the player who had nearly swindled the Garment of the Hidden World from him last night turned out to be a member of the Secret Cultivator Society.

Don't let Yang Qizhou's analytical, well-reasoned demeanor when facing problems fool you; he is prone to acting on impulse when things get heated.

If you die, you die; if you don't, you live for ten thousand years.

Everyone is living their first life, so why should he, this humble one, swallow such an insult?

It was just that World of Weirdness was a text-based game with severe limitations; players couldn't even engage in normal typed communication, let alone track each other down in reality for a real-life brawl.

No matter how indignant he felt, there was nothing he could do.

Now, however, things were different. Since they were both members of the Secret Cultivator Society, there would be plenty of opportunities for interaction in the future.

Once he found a reason to lure the guy out, he would settle the score... Yang Qizhou smiled quite cruelly.

Fox's cry for help stirred many members in the group chat.

[Rabbit (Member): "Primal Darkness" item? Never heard of it, what is that?]

[Fox (Member): I don't know either, but it's something incredible. Even gods of high standing cannot ignore it. Whoever possesses a "Primal Darkness" item must be a super big shot. It's over, I'm dead for sure this time.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Leader): Please read the group guidelines. The Secret Cultivator Society is merely a platform for exchange; we have no obligation to protect the safety of our members.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Leader): However, if you are willing to do me a favor, I can provide some assistance to make it difficult for the other party to track you down.]

The little fatty's expression shifted between pale and dark.

In truth, he had considered seeking help from the Secret Cultivator Society last night. The Secret Cultivator could bypass investigations by relevant departments and possessed knowledge of many secrets; perhaps they had a way to escape the pursuit of a super big shot.

But he also knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Seeking the Secret Cultivator's help would require paying an equivalent price.

The thought of the reward he would have to pay made the little fatty's heart ache, and he had delayed making a decision until now.

Yet, a "Primal Darkness" item was a treasure that even high-level gods would glance at, and the Angel of Rest had explicitly stated they were not qualified to get involved.

As the holder of a "Primal Darkness" item, that player was undoubtedly terrifying, and he likely had the means to track him down in reality.

The more the little fatty thought, the more afraid he became, which is why he finally made up his mind to ask the Secret Cultivator Society for help.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the holder of that "Primal Darkness" item was watching silently in the group.

[Fox (Member): Leader, can you guarantee that I definitely won't be found by that super big shot?]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Leader): No. Although various abilities exist in mutual restraint, level, standing, and symbolism are equally important.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Leader): Of course, you may also choose to refuse.]

The little fatty gritted his teeth.

He had already prepared to bleed heavily for this request, and he trusted the Secret Cultivator's abilities, so naturally, he wouldn't refuse.

[Fox (Member): Fine, I agree.]

The two did not continue the topic, clearly moving to a private chat.

Yang Qizhou, however, did not intend to let the matter go so easily. He was still fuming over the Garment of the Hidden World almost being stolen, and now that he had found the culprit, he naturally wanted to fish for more information.

[Honey Pot (Member): A newbie offering tea to the big shot.]

[Honey Pot (Member): Big shot, big shot, could you tell me how you offended that super big shot with the "Primal Darkness" item?]

[Fox (Member): Sigh, it was all greed. I wasted a special item for nothing. In short, it's a long story.]

[Fox (Member): As someone who has been through it, this senior wants to give you a warning: never easily offend a player you aren't familiar with, because you never know if they are a sheep or a wolf in sheep's clothing.]

[Honey Pot (Member): Thank you for the lesson, big shot.]

[Honey Pot (Member): Big shot, I live in Magic City. If you have a chance to visit, I'll treat you to a full service of sauna, bath, and massage.]

[Fox (Member): Magic City? That's quite close. I'm in Hangzhou. But let's skip the face-to-face meeting; it's inconvenient. Besides, the Leader has given me a task, and I have to go to Kyoto soon.]

The little fatty was so flattered by the "big shot" flattery that he lost his bearings, though he maintained basic caution and didn't agree to meet in Magic City, failing to notice he had revealed his city.

Yang Qizhou, who loved to analyze, began to think carefully.

Hangzhou was a bit far, and he was already short on cash; traveling eight hundred miles to seek revenge wasn't realistic... but judging by what the guy said, he might be coming to Kyoto soon.

Yang Qizhou smiled even more brightly. He was already in Kyoto, so he just had to wait for this bastard to walk right into his trap.

[Honey Pot (Member): Alright then, big shot, maybe next time.]

[Fox (Member): 1]

What a pretentious guy; he really wanted to punch him.

Still, this probe had yielded good results. He had managed to fish out the city this person was in. That was secondary, though; more importantly, he had gained a rough guess of the Secret Cultivator Society's bottom line. Clearly, the Secret Cultivator didn't mind members meeting in private. As for the reason, he would have to ask her himself.

As Yang Qizhou was pondering, his chat pinged—it was a private message from the Secret Cultivator...

[Secret Cultivator: As a benefit for new members, I can answer one question related to World of Weirdness for free.]

Getting something for nothing always made one happy, and Yang Qizhou certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity, but the problem now was what to ask.

He had too many questions in his heart right now.

What exactly did a "Primal Darkness" item refer to?

What exactly is the "Old Offering" mentioned in the newcomer guidelines?

What are the consequences of chanting the full honorifics of hidden existences on the Ancient Earth in reality?

What is meant by the warning that frequent use of items in reality will lead to bad things happening?

Yang Qizhou pondered for a moment, reached a decision in his heart, and his fingertips danced rapidly across the phone screen.

[Honey Pot: Group Owner, I would like to know, when using items in reality, what does it mean that they will release something bad?]

Choosing this question was something Yang Qizhou had carefully considered. He had been playing World of Weirdness for too short a time and did not want to interact with other players, but when a conflict truly occurred, using items was inevitable, just like the time the Bureau of Occult Investigation members surrounded and captured Wang Chuang.

Yang Qizhou did not mind bearing the consequences, but he had to be mentally prepared.

The message received a reply very quickly.

[Secret Cultivator: "Items" will come to life. They might become "Old Day Items," or they might turn into something even more terrifying. It is equivalent to opening Pandora's Box and unleashing a terrible calamity. As for the specific reason, I am not sure either.]

"Items" will come to life?

Yang Qizhou suddenly felt a sense of horror. He had quite a few items in his possession: the Ancient God Fire Lamp, the Stone of Truth, the Key to the Shepherd's Field, the Garment of the Hidden World, and so on...

On the other side, at the very top floor of a luxurious skyscraper.

Secret Cultivator was lying lazily on a rocking chair. Her long legs were supple and fair, her waist as slender as a willow, and the gemstones on her earrings and necklace shone like stars. Her features were exquisite and her eyes clear, as if she were a combination of an angel and a devil.

At this moment, she was fiddling with a tablet, a faint, elusive smile playing on her lips.

"Heh, this new member is interesting. While others are more concerned with how to gain as many benefits as possible in the game, he actually asks about the consequences of frequently using items in reality."

"Let's check his identity."

Secret Cultivator took out a mirror from somewhere. The frame was cyan and carved with angels. As time passed, the surface of the mirror rippled like water.

A moment later, The mirror reflected Secret Cultivator's beautiful face, but other than that... there was nothing.

Secret Cultivator sat up abruptly.

"What? The Mirror of Attilus has actually failed? How is this possible?"