Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple Chapter 330 Chapter329-Amelia's Call

330 Chapter329-Alia's Call

As John severed his psychic connection and returned to the real world, daylight was already streaming in through the windows.

He rose from the VR ga chamber, stretching lazily.

Another night without sleep had passed.

Indeed, since the advent of VR ga chambers, many gaming enthusiasts have treated these devices like their own beds, imrsing themselves in them at night.

They'd work in the real world by day and journey into the gaming realm by night.

Entering the ga world through a ntal link allows the body to fall into a deep sleep, without affecting rest.

John had long grown accustod to this lifestyle.

Even after experiencing so much in the ga this ti, he felt no exhaustion.

On the contrary, he was exhilaratingly invigorated.

After a quick al, John was preparing to dive back into the world of Godslayer when his phone suddenly rang.

At first, he thought it might be Emma, the ever-restless girl seeking his company, but a glance at the phone screen displayed "Alia."

Sowhat puzzled, John answered the call. Alia's icy voice ca through, "Mr. Foster, what have you been up to?"

John hesitated briefly before answering with a light chuckle, "Ah, Miss Alia. I've just exited the ga, had sothing to eat, and now I'm gearing up for the grind of life!"

Alia's crisp and lodious laughter echoed on the line, "Mr. Foster, always the jester. For soone of your stature to say such things, isn't that a bit much? I've taken the liberty of researching this 'Galewind' persona of yours over the past couple of days. And, to my surprise, the reputation attached to the na was staggering..."

"It turns out Mr. Foster has quite the reputation in Godslayer. You've intrigued enough to consider giving the ga a shot!"

The corners of John's lips curled slightly upward as he responded nonchalantly, "If Miss Alia is curious, I would recomnd giving it a try... Believe , the pleasure of that ga will certainly exceed your expectations."

Alia's voice took on a playful tone, "It's settled then. Once I'm done shooting this film, I'll purchase a ga chamber. And when that ti cos, Mr. Foster, you better guide through it!"

John's smile remained unchanged as he replied softly, "Of course. Just send the ga details when you're ready..."

There was a brief pause before Alia suddenly remarked, "Mr. Foster, have you perhaps forgotten sothing?"

John was montarily stunned but soon rembered the invitation Alia had extended during their last conversation.

He glanced at the electronic invitation on his phone.

The concert was, in fact, scheduled for tonight.

Maintaining a composed facade, John replied, "How could I? Your invitation has always been on my mind. Rest assured, I will definitely not be absent tonight..."

Alia seed quite pleased with John's answer. "That's good to hear. I'll eagerly await Mr. Foster's arrival this evening..."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two ended the call.

With a touch of resignation, John shook his head, absentmindedly fidgeting with his phone.

Truth be told, he held little interest in concerts.

In John's rugged perception, such events were rely gatherings where people watched stars engage in tedious performances.

Many claim music has the power to cleanse the soul.

Yet, John had never felt such an effect.

On regular days, he scarcely listened to music, only indulging occasionally during monts of sheer boredom.

After Alia sent him that electronic invitation, John had taken the initiative to search online for her tracks.

Lately, his playlist primarily consisted of Alia's original compositions and covers.

But having made a commitnt, it would be discourteous to break it.

Thus, John chose to put his in-ga activities on hold, diligently preparing for the evening's engagent.

...

As night fell, the sky sparkled with stars.

John stepped out of his ho.

Walking along bustling streets, his hands clasped behind his back, he resembled a leisurely tourist.

Admittedly, despite having lived in the city for such a long ti, John seldom ventured out at this hour.

As a top-tier gar, this ti was usually dedicated to intense gaming sessions.

Observing the young n and won passing by, a faint smile graced John's face.

He suddenly realized he had beco entirely disconnected from their world.

While they shared similar age brackets, John couldn't fathom the source of the younger generation's happiness.

The streets were alive with vehicles and pedestrians—so laughing heartily, others cloaked in sorrow.

Such is the tapestry of life.

Now, John felt like a re passerby, playing the role of an observer, quietly studying the expressions of each individual, dissecting their emotional state.

This was an activity John had always relished.

By analyzing the psyche of various people and tracing their actions back to their origins, he could often discern the short-term trajectory of their lives.

The city's main hues were the bustling sounds of peace and the stillness of contented life.

Taking a deep breath, a hint of contentnt appeared on John's face.

Perhaps he truly should spend more ti savoring the beauty of the real world.

Imrsing himself day in and day out in the Godslayer virtual realm wasn't always the most comforting choice.

Yet, with the impending invasion of the parallel world, the beauty and prosperity he witnessed now might evaporate with the onset of war, casting a shadow over his heart.

No one currently knew the precise mont the real world and the Godslayer realm would rge.

This ant the invasion from the parallel world could occur at any ti.

While the present appeared peaceful, who knew how many were secretly preparing for the imminent war?

Recalling the weary expression on Elder Anderson's face during their discussions on these matters, John forced himself to push away any complacency.

Now wasn't the ti...

To preserve the beauty he saw before him, the calamity of the parallel world's invasion had to be addressed.

The very reason these young people around him could afford such nonchalance was rely due to their ignorance of the truth.

But John was acutely aware: the crisis of the parallel world's invasion could erupt at any mont.

Remaining vigilant and striving to save the world was the heaviest responsibility he bore.

Following the address on the electronic invitation, John traversed several streets until he finally reached the venue of the concert.

Glancing upward, he realized his previous assumptions were utterly mistaken.

This concert was not as simple as he had imagined.

It was hosted in an opulent building, with the word "Opera House" prominently displayed above.

John had initially assud the concert would resemble those music festivals on television: perhaps held in a stadium where fans could buy tickets, wave their glow sticks, hold banners, and sing along, house, all eyes turned to him in bewildernt.

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It couldn't be helped; amidst a crowd dressed to perfection, John's distinct appearance was bound to expressing their adoration for their idols.

But he quickly realized he had been mistaken.

An opera house, at full capacity, could only accommodate a few thousand.

This ant that this concert wasn't for the average person.

Without substantial financial ans or the right connections, one would not gain entry.

Observing the attendees at the opera house's entrance and then glancing down at his attire, a peculiar expression crossed John's face.

The audience was dressed to the nines: n in tailored suits or elegant tuxedos and won adorned in heavy makeup, their exquisite evening gowns shimring alluringly under the lights.

In contrast, John's outfit was decidedly casual, only missing flip-flops and shorts.

Scratching his head in slight distress, he wondered if the security at the entrance would even permit him inside with his current get-up.

Yet, having co all this way, it was too late to return and change.

Thus, with a bold face, John headed toward the entrance of the opera house.

Passing by the line of luxury cars parked outside, when John stood at the entrance of the opera house, all eyes turned to him in bewildernt.

It couldn't be helped; amidst a crowd dressed to perfection, John's distinct appearance was bound to attract attention.

Many of the elite ladies initially showed disdain upon catching sight of John's casual attire.

Yet, the mont they glimpsed his face, all aversion seed to vanish in a puff of smoke.

A middle-aged woman, her face heavily made up, swayed her slender waist as she approached him.

"My, such a unique outfit for a concert," she cooed. "I quite fancy a young man with your sort of character. Would you perhaps share your contact information with ?"

The scent of her perfu, while not unpleasant, was overpoweringly strong, making John slightly uncomfortable.

He replied impassively, "Ma'am, you've misunderstood. I'm not here for the concert; I'm rely the parking attendant outside..."

The flirtatious smile on the woman's face froze instantly.

With a dismissive wave of her hand, she scoffed, "I see. What a waste of a handso face on such a nial job..."

Without waiting for John's response, she strutted haughtily into the opera house.

John, slightly bemused, touched his nose.

He hadn't expected to be approached in such a forward manner by a woman like her.

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