"Yes, Master Lor." Kateya responded, and after turning to leave the accommodation area, she directly used the Earth Vein Traveling Technique, heading to the forty-fifth floor of the Cooper Wizard Tower.
She needed to find the duty wizard on the forty-fifth floor to and the task requirents, allowing wizards from other continents to send the task items to the central wizard tower on their continent.
Lor closed the door again, walked into the bedroom, sat on the bed, and took out items containing energy one by one, trying to charge the Sequence Panel.
The first item he took out was a pitch-black shriveled fruit.
"Charge the Sequence Panel," Lor muttered to himself.
...
After waiting for two seconds, seeing that the Sequence Panel still didn’t respond, he imdiately put the black fruit back into the Space Ring, and then took out a green stone.
"Charge."
Still ineffective.
...
One hundred items...
One thousand items...
Before long, Lor had tried more than 1,300 substances containing various energies.
The result was unsurprising, nothing happened.
"It really doesn’t work," Lor sighed in his heart, "There are so other energy materials from other continents, I’ll have to try those. If they don’t work either, I’ll give up."
Although he had anticipated this scene long ago, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed when the situation beca a reality.
anwhile, he had to try the energy materials from other continents; otherwise, he couldn’t rest easy.
No longer paying attention to the various energy materials piled in a corner of the Space Ring, Lor reopened the ga forum and glanced at the top page.
This ti, a new post had quietly appeared on the top page.
The title of the post was the second act of "Light of Truth: Battle of the Abyss."
Lor did not hesitate and directly clicked into it.
The second act: "Battle of the Abyss" appeared in large letters before his eyes.
Before the screen turned black, a barrage of comnts appeared.
’Looking forward to it.’
’First.’
’11111.’
’The second act is finally open.’
...
The barrage, apart from vying for ’first’, was mostly about anticipation and not much else, so Lor skimd through it, waiting quietly for the second act to officially start.
Soon, the screen dimd and then brightened again.
"Knock knock knock—"
"Is Master Rox here?"
A small, middle-aged man dressed as a fisherman, with a harpoon in hand, stood outside a small yard, knocking on the door with a voice that was thick and coarse, mixed with irrepressible excitent and frenzy.
"Barber, it’s been a long ti." Seeing Barber appear, Lor’s heart was calm, with a trace of reminiscence flashing through his mind.
There was a ti when he felt a lethal threat from Barber.
If he hadn’t been so cautious back then, he might not have survived his initial crossing, right?
This sequence embroidered by that unknown sequencer was sowhat beyond his expectations.
After all, it’s just a trifling matter among mortals, hardly worth ntioning compared to the other scenes of the first act.
’This person is holding a harpoon, should be a fisherman, right? Why do I feel sothing’s off with him?’
’Do you guys rember the end of the first act? The deity took away many worshippers’ souls, causing an outbreak, so chaos is inevitable, and among the chaos, it’s normal for so people to exploit the situation.’
’Hiss~, could that little handso guy get killed by this fisherman?’
’Highly possible, it’s a ga of extraordinaries, the notable figures appeared in previous gas, now it’s likely they want to portray events among the lesser folk, depicting the cruelty of the mortal world.’
’No, little handso guy, run, sister feels for you, sob sob sob, I still want to tie xxxxxxx.’
...
As Lor looked at the barrage, especially at a certain sob sob sob comnt, he couldn’t help but twitch his mouth.
The one who posted that comnt was undoubtedly the famous blogger ’Xiao Qiu Loves Eating Fish.’
Right now, he wanted to block all these chaotic barrages, but unfortunately, he couldn’t find any button to block them, so he had to endure them.
On the forum, the only thing he could do was click through various posts, unable to do anything else.
In the CG, the scene changed again.
The young Lor walking out of the room sighed softly and decisively went into the kitchen, grabbed a hatchet, and entered the warehouse, hiding behind the warehouse door motionlessly.
’Eh?! So decisive?’
’Good, good, good, deserves to be the protagonist; I said he’s so handso, how could he die easily? Wouldn’t that waste the model?’
’Little guy, go for it, kill that fisherman!’
’Actually, the situation is still dire. The fisherman has a harpoon, and as long as he’s a bit cautious when entering the warehouse, spotting the little guy is not difficult, then the situation could be grave.’
’I also think the little guy has a hard ti fighting back.’
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’ 1.’
When players saw this scene, many were supporting Lor, but more thought his situation was grim.
Until in the CG, Lor slashed a big gash across Barber’s throat with a knife and then swiftly dashed out of the warehouse, forcibly pulling the warehouse door shut.
The dense barrage abruptly stopped for a mont, only to be followed by a flood of ’666.’
Without a doubt, it was an impressive reverse kill.
Had Lor made a single wrong choice, the situation could have worsened.
In these circumstances, recklessness or cowardice was unacceptable.
Lor, however, demonstrated through his actions what it ant to possess both decisiveness and caution.
Watching the screen full of 666, Lor couldn’t help but slightly smile.
Achieving unanimous praise from this group wasn’t easy, yet he managed to do so when he was still just a mortal.
As for what lay ahead, if the CG perspective continued to focus on him, he believed he would surely astonish these people even more.
In the CG, the scene shifted once more.
A fifty-ter-long and fifteen-ter-wide black spaceship halted amidst a cloud.
A mont later, a wizard clad in a crimson robe flew out of it.
The red-robed wizard glanced down a thousand ters below at the small town center, where a grandiose temple stood over ten ters tall, covering more than an acre.
At this mont, the temple was very quiet, though the square around it bustled with people going to and fro.
Occasionally, so townspeople would stand across the square, offering sincere prayers toward the temple.
The red-robed wizard raised his right hand slightly, and a fireball with a diater of a mile appeared from his palm, plumting straight down toward the temple below.
And it didn’t stop there. A second, third fireball continuously erged from his palm, forming a barrage that bombarded the temple.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
In an instant, three fireballs consecutively fell onto the temple.
"Boom—boom—boom—"
With three successive explosions, the magnificent temple was instantaneously reduced to ruins, leaving the townspeople outside the square utterly shocked.
Just then, a cold and indifferent voice echoed from the sky above: "Listen up, everyone in the town, gather at the Temple Square imdiately, or face death if you flee!"
Hearing these words, the townspeople snapped back to their senses, frantically running towards their hos.
They completely misunderstood the ssage, or rather their minds couldn’t process it at all under the circumstances.
Watching the townspeople rushing ho, Mala was not surprised; he was used to it.
If there was a gentler way to pull an entry, maybe these mortals wouldn’t be so horrified.
But why should he cater to these mortals?
Once he dragged the lord out from the local lord’s mansion, they would naturally co out again.
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