When Should We Meet Offline?

Late at night, in a certain apocalyptic world, a young man in his twenties stared uneasily ahead.

In his eyes was a virtual panel that only he could see in this world.

At the very top of the panel was a large line of text: Multiverse Chat Group. This young man was none other than All-Knowing and All-Powerful Immortal, who had used his administrator privileges to mute Bai Ye in the group.

Just moments ago, having gained administrator privileges, he received a message.

There are now 3 Level 1 members in the chat group. Upgrade requirements have been met. Would you like to upgrade the Chat Group and expand its capacity to 20 members?

The young man's face lit up at the message. The levels within the group were tied to the members' strength.

Reaching Level 1 meant surpassing the limits of the human body in destructive power, or at least in some aspect of physical ability.

Before this, the only people in the entire group who had reached Level 1 were the young man himself and Gentleman Sword Yue Buqun. The worlds the others lived in were mostly ordinary and unremarkable. He was truly curious about who had reached Level 1.

He opened the Chat Group member list and looked at the row of names. The next second, his face darkened, because a huge number 1 was displayed beside Deep Blue's name.

"How could it be him? How could it possibly be him?" the young man muttered, unable to accept it. "Didn't I mute him? How could he reach Level 1 so quickly? Could the world he transmigrated into be some kind of high-level world?"

Suddenly, the young man thought of something. He immediately began checking the file directory, then saw that the download count for Purple Mist Divine Skill had risen from five to six. His eyes narrowed at once, and he thought, No wonder. Looks like this fellow countryman is a martial arts prodigy.

"Looks like I'll have to think of another way. I need to get rid of this unstable factor as soon as possible."

The young man muttered to himself. After glancing at the Chat Group's upgrade option, he chose to decline the upgrade, deciding to reconsider after getting rid of Deep Blue.

Before waving his hand to hide the group from view, the young man caught sight of something in the corner of his vision: the group level description in front of his name, All-Knowing and All-Powerful Immortal—???.

After taking a leisurely walk and turning down five or six men and women who approached him seeking a mate, Bai Ye finally arrived at the classroom before class began.

As the classroom bell rang, Bai Ye saw Teacher James, the biology teacher, walk in from outside. After sweeping his gaze over the class, he said, "One more reminder before class begins: tomorrow's Osborn visit slots are extremely valuable. I hope you'll take them seriously. No one is allowed to be absent."

When he said the word "absent," James deliberately glanced at Bai Ye in the back row. Seeing that Bai Ye looked distracted from beginning to end, he sighed helplessly, dropped the subject, and continued teaching.

At that moment, Bai Ye was lying facedown on his desk with a backpack on his back for added weight. His butt appeared to be resting on the chair, but there was actually a two-to-three-millimeter gap between them. His legs were firmly held in a horse stance.

Inside his abdomen, waves of churning pain surged through him. After settling for some time, the diluted Sulfuric Acid was taking effect inside his stomach and intestines, corroding them.

Even with a physique of 1.4, he had not yet transcended the limits of the human body. Even diluted Sulfuric Acid was something his fragile internal organs could not withstand. Experiencing the agony of his guts being torn apart, Bai Ye's lips had turned somewhat pale from the pain.

To ease the suffering, he split his attention between listening to the teacher's lecture and opening the Chat Group to see what the others were discussing. Then he discovered that a new member called Deep Red Eye had joined the group.

After reading Deep Red Eye's introduction, Bai Ye found that this person was actually Level 4.

From days of lurking and reading the group files, he had learned that levels represented strength. Aside from All-Knowing and All-Powerful Immortal, whose level could not be seen, this was undoubtedly the strongest person in the group.

Yet at that moment, this person called Deep Red Eye did not put on any airs. Instead, he warmly and amicably conversed with every member in the group. Both his tone and attitude made people feel very comfortable.

But the more Bai Ye watched, the more something felt off, because he realized this person's conversations were highly leading.

Everything he asked concerned how everyone had arrived in their respective worlds, and he repeatedly hinted, both openly and subtly, that they should meet up in order to verify the differences between their worlds.

Deep Red Eye: I just asked All-Knowing and All-Powerful Immortal. He said that as long as members agree, they can travel to each other's worlds. Everyone in the group seems quite friendly, so why don't we meet offline?

Group member Deep Red Eye has sent a cross-world travel request to the group members.

Looking at the request Deep Red Eye had sent, Bai Ye checked it and found that even muted members could travel to that world if they accepted the invitation.

Faced with such a powerful person's request, most people chose to accept. Only All-Knowing and All-Powerful Immortal and Bai Ye had not clicked agree.

Isn't this fishing? Bai Ye was filled with suspicion. Deep Red Lord's actions were far too strange. He could not help being suspicious.

Whether it was a trap or not, Bai Ye rejected the invitation without hesitation. After he did so, the young man in the apocalyptic world stiffened slightly before quickly returning to normal.

Looking at the group members curiously examining their surroundings, the young man knew that his plan had failed once again.

At school, Bai Ye spent the day quietly. When evening came, he greeted Peter as usual before running toward the gym.

By the time he arrived at the gym, Coach Smith had already been waiting for quite a while. Seeing Bai Ye approach, he waved and asked, "You didn't come at all yesterday. Did something happen?"

"Nothing much. Just a minor matter that held me up." Bai Ye did not want to say more. Was he supposed to tell Smith that he had gone to rob a bank yesterday?

Having wasted a day, Bai Ye was already growing impatient. "Let's get started. We'll begin with barbell lifts. Add the plates up to 200 jin first."

200 jin? Smith's expression froze. Looking at the young man before him, who was likely a mutant, he could hardly believe it. Just one day had passed, and Bai Ye had already improved this much. Did he not have a limit?

But he said nothing. After witnessing Bai Ye's unusual abilities, he had never asked unnecessary questions.

The topics they usually discussed were only how to better train each individual muscle group. Smith never said a word too much about mutants, Superman, or anything of that sort.

Bai Ye was satisfied with that attitude. He no longer suppressed how different he was, and within the private gym, he became increasingly unconcerned about hiding his actions.

When he had first begun practicing Purple Mist Divine Skill, he had kept it hidden from Smith. But after seeing how sensible Smith was, he stopped concealing it and began circulating his internal energy to practice Purple Mist Divine Skill right in front of him.