Once again, it was as though a curtain had been drawn aside. In a daze, Cheng Yu found himself brought by Nyarlathotep to the entrance of a rather old Taoist temple.
Nyarlathotep pointed at the temple.
"Your next character is inside. Go on, Young Man!"
Remembering what the great deity had said about an ordinary person, Cheng Yu still found it hard to believe. In the Mythic Great World, babies practically reached Black Iron One-Star by the time they were a month old. Even unremarkable adults had Black Iron Five-Star strength. The only reason they could not reach Silver was insufficient soul aptitude. A completely ordinary person?
To put it bluntly, a completely ordinary person in the Mythic Great World was like someone in a normal world born without legs or feet.
But this was the next character he had to play. Fortunately, he could still use his equipment.
With that thought, Cheng Yu walked up to the temple gates and furtively peered through the crack to see what was inside.
Seeing Cheng Yu skulking about, Nyarlathotep kicked him straight in the backside, sending him flying into the temple, and made sure to add,
"Look at you, you coward! Get your ass in there!"
After tumbling several times, Cheng Yu rolled into the temple. Inside the main hall, he saw the back of a young man sitting cross-legged on a somewhat shabby meditation cushion, dressed in a blue-gray Taoist robe covered in patches.
Remembering that the other party was an ordinary person, Cheng Yu dubiously circled around to face the young man in the Taoist robe. Well, calling him a young man was a stretch. He looked younger than eighteen, perhaps only fifteen or sixteen.
How could he describe his looks? Utterly unremarkable in every way, without a single feature