'Secret Cultivator' had a solemn expression, mixed with alarm over things slipping out of control.
She pondered for a mont, copied down the account information of the new mber 'Honey Jar', and dialed a phone number.
"Co in for a mont."
Soon, a woman entered the room, dressed in business attire and wearing glasses. She approached the 'Secret Cultivator' with a respectful deanor, "Miss, you were looking for ?"
'Secret Cultivator' nodded and handed over the number. "Go to the operator and get all his information within half an hour."
"Understood..."
As the assistant of the lady, the woman was clever enough to know what questions were appropriate and what not to ask. She accepted the slip of paper and left the room with deference.
The room was enormous, with the living room alone covering over 100 square ters. The balcony featured an expansive glass window, offering an unimpeded view of the city's nightscape from a position over a hundred ters above the ground—on the tallest floor of a high-rise.
'Secret Cultivator' gazed at the neon lights and streetlamps below, her eyes suddenly becoming sharp.
"Even the 'Attilus Realm' cannot glimpse Honey Jar's identity. This isn't sothing an ordinary 'Deceit World' player could pull off. Such individuals wouldn't be nurous even within the Deceit Bureau,"
"Did he join the 'Secret Cultivation Society' by chance, or does he have so deeper motive?"
The icy beauty of 'Secret Cultivator's' face shifted into a sneering smile tinged with mockery. "Interesting. What a pity, Honey Jar, you're still too naïve. The power you've gained in the 'Deceit World' doesn't represent everything. We aren't on ancient lands anymore. Even if you obtained an artifact capable of blocking the 'Attilus Mirror's' abilities, I just need one phone call to extract your information from the grand database."
With ti still left before the half-hour mark, 'Secret Cultivator' stepped away from the window and reclined back in her rocking chair.
Keeping Honey Jar around might prove more valuable. 'Secret Cultivator' gazed at the screen, contemplating for a long ti before abandoning the idea of eliminating him.
The reason was simple.
Honey Jar didn't know his own identity. On the contrary, once his information was uncovered, it would be possible to maintain rigorous surveillance over him—perhaps useful at certain monts.
'Honey Jar' was rely a tool.
Every mber of the 'Secret Cultivation Society' was just a tool.
This was 'Secret Cultivator's' perspective.
Soon, thirty minutes passed. 'Secret Cultivator' frowned, displeased. Although she had given her assistant half an hour, typically, the results should co back within ten minutes.
At that mont, the door swung open, and the assistant hurried in, her face still marked with shock that hadn't had ti to fade.
"Miss..."
"What did the investigation reveal?"
Seeing the assistant behaving this way, 'Secret Cultivator's' instincts sounded an alarm. The assistant had followed her for several years—her skills, thods, and temperant were well understood. If the assistant wore such an expression, it ant the matter was more serious than expected.
The assistant took a deep breath. "Miss, it's too strange. I sent the account information you provided to the software operator, the big data company, and every other investigative channel available. They indeed located the person, but the data cannot be extracted from the database. When entered into a computer docunt, it is automatically deleted after a second or two. When recorded by hand onto paper, the text inexplicably vanishes. Even information about that person stored in one's mind starts fading rapidly, until it's completely forgotten, as if so invisible force is actively preventing us from finding them."
"Miss,"
"This situation is far too strange. I've never encountered anything like it."
'Secret Cultivator' struggled to maintain her composure, yet her curvaceous figure trembled involuntarily.
She had not anticipated that Honey Jar's abilities went far beyond simply concealing his identity, avoiding scrutiny from strange techniques. Instead, he was exerting influence on a national—even global—scale to achieve the result of 'being completely untraceable by anyone.'
This was no longer just raw ability.
It was the rudintary manifestation of the power of 'Authority.'
'Secret Cultivator' waved her assistant away. Though she tried to maintain her poise, her hand trembled as she picked up a glass of red wine.
What she had initially believed to be a new mber, 'Honey Jar,' no different from the other lambs kept in the fold, had turned out to be a ravenous wolf that barged in. Terrifying, enigmatic, unknowable, and unpredictable...
"From now on, the attitude towards 'Honey Jar' must be more cautious—there must at least be a clear distinction from how we treat other mbers."
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anwhile, at ho.
Yang Qizhou had no idea that simply joining a group had caused such an upheaval over on 'Secret Cultivator's' end.
After exchanging a few polite words with the group admin, 'Secret Cultivator,' in private chat, he ended the conversation. Noticing that no one else in the group was talking, he closed the interface.
So that's how it is: using [Deceit World] tools frequently in reality may bring them to life, potentially transforming them into ancient objects, or leading to even more terrifying consequences.
How did 'Secret Cultivator' figure this out?
There were too many thoughts swirling around, overloading Yang Qizhou's brain. He couldn't untangle them for now, deciding to stop thinking about it for the mont. First, he needed to demolish his duck dishes and five-liter soda to fill his stomach.
"Wait... where's my duck dishes?"
Yang Qizhou stared at the coffee table with wide eyes. He distinctly rembered putting the soda and duck dishes on it. While chatting, he had even glanced at them several tis. Yet in the space between those glances, they had disappeared.
Could it have been a ghost?
"Wait, the ghost might be... right next to ..." Yang Qizhou suddenly thought of sothing. He reached out and retrieved a garnt as thin as sheer silk.
The Hidden God's Clothes...
Side effect: Randomly 'erase' objects around the holder. The erased object's value increases over ti; if nothing worthy of erasure exists near the holder, the holder themselves will be erased.
"So it's you causing trouble... my dinner..."
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