Compared to the chaos within the Secret Realm, the first stop of this operation, right outside the Teleportation Gate to the Secret Realm, was unexpectedly... peaceful.
The guild mbers staying behind were in small groups, either drinking and gambling or chatting and gossiping. So even brought out a duel disk with 3D projection features, playing a local network card ga battle with other players.
"My turn, draw a card! Haha, seems like Lady Luck is on my side. First, I’ll normally summon a Hajimi, and activate its sacrifice effect to summon a cat lover, Wu Song. Then equip Wu Song with items—Poseidon Trident, Locked Golden Armor, Vulture Infantry Tank."
"Attacking and defending at 3000 points in one round? Interesting, I activate the Magic Card Xibixibi Bitter Fall Tower, ritual summoning the Korean Army Ninth Division White Horse Division, chain summoning BTS, then chain summoning Ti Teenage Group. Using the field magic "Lemon" Chinese version to inflict psychological damage..."
Players spend their days wandering the edge of life and death, generally experiencing high ntal stress. If they don’t want to resort to drugs, they can only relieve pressure through other ans of entertainnt, like playing cards.
This "Killing Field Card" not only integrates characters across heaven and earth, but also includes so well-known skills and items from the Killing Field System.
Newbies below Level 5 can quickly learn about Life Potion, Spiritual Power Value, Sanity Value, and other settings of the Killing Field through card playing. It really is educational entertainnt.
Two people were playing cards, surrounded by a crowd watching. Just as they were excitedly watching Wu Song fight the Ti Teenage Group, space suddenly tore apart, and a figure in a yellow robe stepped forth from the rift.
The air was filled with an ionized scent, making the passionate card-playing mber of the Evil Science Alliance shiver and instinctively stand at attention, "Guild President."
"Seems like sothing went wrong within the Teleportation Gate,"
Side of Truth casually pointed at the Teleportation Gate, "Mind if I temporarily borrow your body? Don’t worry, it won’t harm you."
"Be my guest."
The Level 25 mber nad "Hawking Epstein" was quite excited.
Unlike other large guilds with clear hierarchical relationships between mbers, the Evil Science Alliance is more like a club or fellowship of evil scientists. At most there’s a ntorship relationship.
The only way for outsiders to join the Evil Science Alliance is to publish a master’s dissertation and pass a committee defense.
Similarly, peripheral mbers must publish a doctoral dissertation to beco regular mbers,
such as "Biological Dissection of the Great Black Buddha Mother: Pathological Evolution in Various Stages after Six Months Lacking Mountain Evil God Faith."
Or "Cellular and Molecular Basis of Enchanting Demon Charms: Cross-species Regulation chanism from Oral Mucosal Cell Secreted Active Molecule to Target Neurotransmitter Receptor."
The saying goes, "Without research, you see as a frog in a well gazing at the moon above. With research, you view as a tiny Pifu seeing the vast sky."
Side of Truth’s esteed status within the Evil Science Alliance not only cos from personally founding the guild but also from his hundreds of highly cited papers across various disciplines.
Fields like Necromancy, Demon Summoning, Biological Alchemy, Corruption Intelligent chanism, Ancient Godology, all were founded by him.
"Hawking Epstein" acted like a fan eting their idol, allowing Side of Truth to hold his hand, then...
Whoosh—
The yellow robe extended along the hand, covering Epstein’s entire body, hiding his face beneath the hood, transforming him into another Side of Truth.
The two exchanged glances and nodded at each other, with the new Side of Truth, now Level 25, directly stepping into the Teleportation Gate, arriving at the crumbling urban building complex.
He took in his surroundings and casually tore open a rift, instantly traversing the whole city and appearing beside Pidgeot.
"?!"
Fuding Hualong felt as if thunder roared in his heart, exclaiming internally, "Wasn’t it agreed that nobody above Level 30 could enter the Secret Realm?"
The Red Driver was equally astounded, internally shouting, "Isn’t that Side of Truth? Why are you coming out now, oh my, sobody co over quickly or we’ll be in big trouble!"
It took him a while to react, realizing he had confused Side of Truth with the infamous leader of the Wild Laughter Troupe, "Laughing God."
"Good afternoon."
Side of Truth chuckled lightly. Although he had never displayed the Evil God Chessboard to the outside world, Li Cheng knew that praying could summon him.
This could only prove one thing: Li Cheng must have had so encounter within the Secret Realm that enabled him to foresee the real world.
This is what’s great about communicating with smart people, no need for extensive explanations. Side of Truth quickly glanced around and roughly guessed what had happened, then without a word, floated forward, examining the cardboard box.
"Interesting, shattered soul occupying the Half-hidden room, obviously possess Strength of Level 35 or stronger, comparable to a demigod, yet doesn’t want to live, splitting into seven personalities?"
Side of Truth weighed the cardboard box, turned to Li Cheng, casually asking, "How do you want to handle this?"
With nothing better to do, Side of Truth, having been idle enough to use the Evil God Chessboard to resurrect a parallel world’s big yellow dog, didn’t mind giving Li Cheng a hand, either eliminating or brainwashing the shattered soul inside the box.
Li Cheng took a deep breath, "First resurrect her completely."
"Got it."
Side of Truth snapped his fingers, the knowledge and skills of Level 40, driving this Level 25 body to exert powers far beyond that of the typical player.
The ground shattered further, at Mountain L, Horse-headed Man S, and Suits Baby E, buried under tons of rubble, were pulled out, screaming as they flew upwards.
While flying, they shrank rapidly, vanishing into the cardboard box.
Not only these three abnormal entities but also Dean T blasted away by the Electromagnetic Gun, along with the clothes-remains of Black-clothed Woman H, the bloody fragnts of Hooded Man F, and even the already turned-to-dust Gray Green Giant A, were retrieved, shrunk, and blended into the box.
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