A few days later.
Snow City in the Northern Territory.
A tavern on the street.
A burly man wearing a black cotton hood walked into the tavern.
A strong wind, carrying snowflakes the size of a baby's palm, poured into the house through the cracks in the door.
The hooded man quickly closed the door.
The sudden change from hot to cold made him shiver comfortably.
"Bring me a pitcher of beer, and a plate of meat and vegetables."
The man sat down in the chair with a bold and decisive motion.
He took off his hood, and wisps of white steam rose from his head.
Taverns have always been gathering places for all sorts of people.
Especially in a Northern Territory with its unique geographical location.
Assassins, mercenaries, wanted criminals...
You wouldn't dare enter if you didn't have some status.
The waiter served the man a mug of beer first.
The man took a big gulp and let out a satisfied burp.
The tavern was doing brisk business, almost always packed.
The sounds of rude conversation, laughter, and harassment of the waitresses filled the air.
"Judging by your outfit, brother, you've just arrived in the Northern Territory?"
A middle-aged man at the same table struck up a conversation with the man out of curiosity.
The man nodded. "Forced by life's circumstances."
The middle-aged man wore a knowing smile.
"Everyone who comes here is driven by necessity."
"Since you're all alone, how about we team up and head to the Abyss together tomorrow?"
The man shook his head. "Let's talk about it in a couple of days."
Men tend to talk about only a few topics when they sit together.
After drinking horse urine, he acted like he was number one in the world and number two in the world.
The young man and the middle-aged man soon started talking about the Fairness Society.
"In my opinion, Fairness Society a load of Fairness!"
"A hypocrite who wants to have his cake and eat it too."
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the man suddenly felt they sounded very familiar.
"A friend of mine said the same thing."
He said the world is rotten to the core.
What's needed isn't Fairness, but a new order.
The middle-aged man grinned. "The New Order?"
"This is the first time I've heard of this. It's interesting."
"Is your friend with you now? I'd really like to meet him."
The man shook his head. "Have you ever heard of the Hater Circus?"
The middle-aged man was completely bewildered. "What era are we living in? Who still watches traditional circuses?"
The man took a sip of his drink and smiled. "An organization similar to the Fairness Society; they're the ones who came up with the idea of reshaping order."
"I'll introduce you to them when they arrive in the Northern Territory."
The middle-aged man nodded. "Sure! Come on, let's have a drink!"
As night deepened, the atmosphere in the tavern became increasingly lively.
Several men dressed as merchants walked in.
The Northern Territory is covered in snow all year round, making it impossible to grow food; all food and drink must be transported from outside.
In addition, the high demand led to the emergence of a large number of martial artists who specialized in trading.
Has anything interesting happened outside lately?
At the bar, a bald man, completely drunk, asked.
The merchant leader, a Big Beard, chuckled and replied, "You know what, there really is."
Because they rarely left the Northern Territory, they were kept out of touch with the outside world.
Everyone became interested and looked at the Big Beard.
The owner handed me a beer. "It's on me."
The Big Beard drank his wine with relish as he began his story.
"Didn't a new artistic concept emerge in Jiang City recently? It caught the attention of the Fairness Society."
"The day the Maka Race delegation entered the city, the Fairness Society pulled off a major operation!"
The others couldn't wait.
"Quickly, tell me, what kind of work is it?"
"This Fairness Society is like a dog, running off wherever Otherworld opens."
"Rather than giving the Otherworld to the Maka Race, it's better to give it to the Fairness Society; at least we're all human."
"Are you out of your mind? Why are you spouting such blunt truths!"
"..."
The Big Beard paused for a moment, then continued, "At the welcoming banquet of the Maka Race, Pisces, one of the Twelve Zodiac Signs, appeared and caused a ruckus."
"Then a mysterious woman in a red dress appeared, and the two of them together almost brought down the alien delegation."
"They can only blame their bad luck; the executive officer present that day was Yao Yuan."
Upon hearing this name, the alcoholics instantly sobered up.
"Holy crap? Sword Immortal Yao Yuan?"
" Pisces didn't lose unjustly."
What is Yao Yuan doing in Jiang City?
"Who knows?"
The Big Beard thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.
" Pisces and that woman in the red dress ran away together later."
"It is said that Wang Biao, the Shame of the Human Race, was also present that day, but he died by self-destruction while being pursued by Law Enforcement."
The atmosphere at the scene grew even more enthusiastic.
The Big Beard was surrounded by a large group of people.
The man initially listened with great interest.
But when he heard that " Wang Biao died by suicide," his expression turned extremely strange, as if he had seen a ghost.
The middle-aged man opposite him noticed his unusual behavior. "What's wrong with you?"
The man forced a smile, "Would you believe me if I said my Wang Biao?"
The middle-aged man nodded. "I believe you, of course I believe you."
"The name Wang Biao is like Zhang Wei; at least three out of ten people have it."
Man: "Hehe..."
Damn it!
Who is spreading rumors that I'm dead?
These past few days, Qin Ze's life has consisted of going back and forth between home and school.
All he did every day was eat, sleep, cultivate, and fight Qin Yu.
It was quite fulfilling.
He had intended to find an opportunity to enter the Otherworld.
However, they discovered that the Otherworld was extremely well-sealed.
Without a permit from the Law Enforcement Department, you can't get in at all.
Just when Qin Ze was racking his brains over how to enter the Otherworld, things suddenly took a turn for the better.
Through monitoring on the administrator's terminal, he discovered that, for some unknown reason, a large group of advanced Mutated Ones had appeared in the shelter.
Advanced Mutated Ones possess astonishing combat power.
Furthermore, the martial artists deployed in the Otherworld were all worthless scoundrels.
In less than half a day, the martial artists were utterly defeated and fled the Otherworld.
The Otherworld is now completely occupied by the Mutated Ones, and all the City Defense Bureau personnel have been wiped out.
A stagnant pool will never be able to make any progress.
For Qin Ze, the more chaotic the better.
Through his observations over the past few days, Qin Ze discovered that the group of advanced Mutated Ones seemed to be searching for something in the shelter.
They rampaged and crashed everywhere.
There were even more than twenty Mutated Ones rushing into the poisonous gas one after another every day.
The end result was that they all died halfway through.
After that day, the Mutated Ones became much more cautious.
They did not attempt to brave the poisonous gas.
What on earth has driven these Mutated Ones crazy?
Qin Ze was completely confused.
The objectives are clear, and the style of action is consistent.
I have a feeling that the Mutated Ones are being controlled by a unified system.
"Will they share a CPU like us?"
"Together they're a pile of shit, scattered they're a sky full of dung."
" Brother Devour and the Dharma King have broken through to level two; it's time to go for it."
"Just do it, why think so much?"
"..."
After listening to the clones chatter on for a while, Qin Yu Qin Ze cooking.
Qin Yu now takes the initiative to cook all three meals a day, afraid that her little brother will be left behind as his second mother when he ascends to heaven.
Qin Yu turned on the TV to watch a variety show, but Qin Ze habitually switched to the evening news.
In response, Qin Yu simply pouted in Soundlessness protest.
However, his younger brother ignored him.
On television, the presenter is reading tonight's news report.
" The City Defense Bureau is now issuing a recruitment notice to freelance warriors to enter the Otherworld and exterminate the monstrous beasts. Generous rewards will be offered..."
Qin Ze's eyes lit up when he saw the news.
The opportunity has arrived!
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