A Game Like This Could Not Possibly Exist in the World

Blue Star, Huxin City.

The sun had only just risen, morning light spilling down. Before a building over a hundred stories tall, more than ten thousand people streamed in from all directions like busy ants.

They all wore matching blue-and-white tracksuits. Most were under twenty-five, their faces carrying confidence and a hint of superiority. Even office workers passing by on the street and people out for morning exercise looked at these young people with envy in their eyes.

Heavenly Might!

One of the five major guilds in Pilgrimage, the virtual wuxia game, and also the company Huxin City was proudest of.

On the top floor of Heavenly Might Tower, within a magnificent conference room, sixteen chairs made from different weapons were arranged around an enormous round table over ten meters in radius. The sight was solemn and imposing, enough to make any newcomer feel reverence from the bottom of their heart.

"Take your seats." The white-haired middle-aged man sitting at the very center spoke casually. "Qing Wei should have already sent everyone the contents of today's meeting. I assume you have all read them, so let us proceed to a vote."

"Of these four new games, which one will Heavenly Might invest in with all its strength? One vote per person."

As the white-haired middle-aged man spoke, the fifteen others exchanged glances. One of them was a resolute man over two meters tall. His blue-and-white tracksuit clung to him like skintight clothing. With one hand supporting his cheek and the other tapping the round table, his gaze suddenly fixed on the valiant-looking woman seated opposite him.

"President, I have no objections to the other three new games, but what the hell is this fourth one, High Martial Descent?"

"As its recommender, Vice President Luo Wu Shang's summary is a little ridiculous, isn't it? What does she mean by saying this game will explode? And what the hell does 100% virtuality mean? Does she think Zhao Hu never went to school?"

The burly man's words instantly drew everyone's attention to Luo Wu Shang. Even the white-haired man seated at the head of the table looked at her with considerable confusion.

"Wu Shang, this game report of yours really is too bare-bones. It does not even have basic video footage. It is all talk about explosions and sweeping through the entire virtual gaming world. That makes it difficult for the others to judge."

"The president is right. Little Wu, you have been a vice president for over a year now, yet every report you give is this simple. It is either awesome or amazing, and this time it is explosive. Could you use some descriptions that are more subtle and direct?"

"That is right, that is right. Wu Shang, you are already part of the guild's core leadership. At least set an example for those below."

"Fine, then I will describe it in detail."

Faced with the president's and the others' questions, Luo Wu Shang nodded helplessly and gathered her thoughts.

"If I had to describe High Martial Descent, then it would be... fortress-level awesome!"

"..."

"To borrow the words of a player in the game, every frame is art. The realism of the physics engine when digging holes, and the sense of controlling your body, are completely beyond words. Pilgrimage simply cannot compare. Especially the combat system—it is something never seen before. The impact behind every move could be felt clearly even from over a hundred meters away. It was as if the two people were really fighting. Calling it 100% virtuality is not an exaggeration at all."

"Very good! We understand."

Seeing Luo Wu Shang still searching for more adjectives, the white-haired man realized he was making things too difficult for her.

"Based on Wu Shang's description, High Martial Descent has considerable potential. Its virtuality should far surpass Pilgrimage." The white-haired man summed it up. "However, we still know too little about the detailed information of High Martial Descent. Everyone should know Pilgrimage's current situation, so we must remain cautious."

"I suggest we temporarily suspend the vote and include High Martial Descent in our investigation. Like the other three new games, we should establish a dedicated department to conduct a detailed investigation."

"Since Wu Shang recommended High Martial Descent, Wu Shang will manage the new department. At the next general assembly, we will review all four games again."

Everyone present nodded. Pilgrimage was already beginning to decline, with more and more players leaving. Heavenly Might truly needed to prepare early, but they could not make a decision lightly.

Now that they had another option, they naturally had to investigate it thoroughly before making the final decision.

"President, I object!" Zhao Hu, who stood over two meters tall, rose directly to his feet. "I have always been primarily responsible for exploring the new-game market, yet I have never even heard of this supposedly 100% virtual High Martial Descent. Everything we have heard has come from Vice President Luo alone."

"Heavenly Might has already invested too much manpower and resources into those three new games in order to explore them. If we establish another department, the development of the other three new games may become a problem."

"That is true." The white-haired young man fell silent before looking at Zhao Hu. "What is your proposal?"

Though Heavenly Might had great wealth and power, Pilgrimage was no longer what it once was. If Heavenly Might wanted to remain standing, it had to secure its footing before a successor masterpiece exploded onto the scene. That was why it had invested so heavily in those three new games.

Today had originally been the final vote for the three new games. Unexpectedly, Luo Wu Shang had suddenly strongly recommended High Martial Descent, even claiming it had reached 100% virtuality. As president, he had no choice but to be cautious.

"A game with 100% virtuality simply cannot exist in this world. I do not recommend spending vast manpower and resources to establish a new department for investigation and development." Zhao Hu shot a disdainful glance at Luo Wu Shang beside him. "Since our vice president is already in High Martial Descent, I will go there as well. With the strength of the two of us, I believe we can perform exceptionally in High Martial Descent."

"Of course, that is only if it truly can replace Pilgrimage and possesses 100% virtuality, as Vice President Luo claims."

"Wu Shang, what do you think?" The white-haired middle-aged man did not immediately agree. Instead, he turned to Luo Wu Shang. "You proposed this new game, and you have played it. What do you think?"

"Me?" Luo Wu Shang lowered her head in thought before saying, "My recommendation is that we invest fully in High Martial Descent now. Only then will we have a chance to seize an advantage in High Martial Descent before the other guilds."

"Hahaha, Vice President Luo, do you think the two of us cannot secure a foothold in High Martial Descent?" Zhao Hu laughed at once.

Heavenly Might had sixteen Saint-ranked experts in Pilgrimage. Luo Wu Shang had become a Sword Saint within the past two years, while Zhao Hu had earned his title three years ago.

Before the fist arrived, the soul had already shattered!

Invincible Iron Fist, Zhao Tianhu!

In terms of individual strength in Pilgrimage, Zhao Hu ranked above Luo Wu Shang. If High Martial Descent truly was a combat game, then unless Pilgrimage's other guilds dispatched Saint-ranked experts, the two Saint-ranked masters would practically sweep through it.

"That is not it." Luo Wu Shang shook her head slightly and said very seriously, "It is simply that getting into this game is extremely, extremely difficult. Recently, it is even about to begin a test assessment. Only those who pass the assessment will have a better chance of entering the game. If we do not commit a large number of experts, I fear it will be difficult to get in."

"Extremely difficult?" Zhao Hu could not help laughing. "How difficult could it be? Tonight, we will meet in High Martial Descent."

High Martial World, Obsidian Martial Arts Hall.

"This screening setting for entering the game is really troublesome." Looking at the test-difficulty setting permissions in the system, Lin Qi could not help feeling a headache. "I cannot rank entry based on player potential, nor can I set age restrictions. I can only set one opponent, and it has to be someone I have touched. How am I supposed to do this?"

Of the people he had touched, the strongest was probably Luo Qi. Just imagining Luo Qi testing people was terrifying enough.

Sitting at his desk, Lin Qi looked at Fang Zhen, who had just emerged from the warehouse cave. He discovered that after last night's battle, Fang Zhen seemed even more enthusiastic about digging holes.

He had died three times in one night, yet his physical qualities had improved again. His strength had increased by 1.6 kilograms, while his speed had increased by another 0.1 meters per second. His strength had reached 79 kilograms and his speed 7.5 meters per second. He was getting closer and closer to becoming a Quasi-Apprentice.

"Hall Master, I want to rent that wooden bed for a day." Fang Zhen spoke with exhaustion and excitement.

After spending an entire night at it, perhaps because his physical qualities had grown stronger, he had actually opened up twelve square meters of planting land in one night. He had earned twelve points in one go. After deducting the rental fee, he had made ten points, a full four more than yesterday.

"Alright. Go ahead."

Lin Qi nodded and directly deducted two points from Fang Zhen. Fang Zhen happily went over to the wooden bed to sleep.

"That is right! Do I not have a suitable opponent already?" Lin Qi suddenly thought of Qin Mu, who had come over and touched him last night.

Touching was mutual. Qin Mu had touched him, which was equivalent to him touching Qin Mu. There was nothing wrong with that.

Lin Qi immediately opened the system panel excitedly and tried to select a test opponent.