??62: Chapter 26: Becoming Subli
62: Chapter 26: Becoming Subli
World Forum—
A na both familiar and strange.
In the two to three years before the major districts were established during the ghost wave that swept the world, the society of Curse Forbidden Masters was in a state of chaos and confusion.
Organizations and groups fought each other, contending for control over territories and resources, while many more people struggled desperately for survival and strength.
In those days, the World Forum was renowned across the land, known by everyone.
Curse Forbidden Masters could hide their identities or recruit companions openly on it, sharing information, posting commissions, and organizing regular gatherings…
During the first wave, the World Forum was the most important online platform, until the Ancestors began dividing their spheres of influence and setting up their own information network channels, after which it gradually declined.
At least in Cen Dongsheng’s ti, although conspiracy theories always circulated, most believed the World Forum was jointly established by a group of early awakened Curse Forbidden Masters, thus maintaining neutrality—this “neutrality” was precisely its appeal.
He had t many predecessors who reminisced about that dangerous, chaotic, yet opportunity-and-challenge-filled wilderness era, with the World Forum being one of the symbols of that ti.
Now, the true answer lay before him.
It turned out that the so-called neutral organization, the “World Forum,” from the very beginning, was the property of Philosopher King An Zhizhen.
This information was not made public afterward, probably because Sister Zhi Zhen had sealed the related intelligence.
This would have been quite simple for the Heavenly Leader.
…
The sun was at its peak.
The window was clear and clean, in the spacious and bright office; the gradually intense sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting light-and-shadow-divided bars on the red wooden floor.
The sumr breeze, weaving through the city skyscrapers, lifted the curtains and gently swayed the woman’s long hair.
An Zhizhen sat on the sofa chair, holding a cup of black tea with both hands, her posture upright, as elegantly as ever.
She watched the young man sitting at the computer with a smile, capturing every subtle aspect of his gaze, expressions, and subconscious reactions.
An Zhizhen squinted thoughtfully, then she spoke:
“You seem to be entranced by what you’re seeing.
Is it really that fascinating?”
“Yes, because I’m a user of this forum.”
Cen Dongsheng’s eyes never left the webpage, scrolling down with the mouse.
He wasn’t lying, although that was “eight years later.”
By then, tis had changed, and the World Forum had long since declined, no longer the largest online gathering place for Curse Forbidden Masters.
He had logged in out of curiosity and frequently saw predecessors on the forum reminiscing about the past.
Such changes brought by the passage of ti could easily evoke nostalgia…
especially since he had been reborn at the point where it all began.
“…Is that so?
What a coincidence.”
An Zhizhen took a sip of black tea.
“Yes, quite a coincidence.”
“Then I might as well help the product manager with so research.
As a university student, which section do you like to read the most?”
Cen Dongsheng finally looked away from the computer screen, replying sowhat helplessly.
“I think you can probably guess, Sister Zhi Zhen.
Incidentally, it has nothing to do with being a university student.”
“Oh?”
“Of course, it’s ‘You Mountain Strange Tales.'”
He opened one of the sub-sections.
Judging by the number of online users, it was also one of the most popular channels on the World Forum.
The first content that entered the eyes of Curse Forbidden Masters in the World Forum was the You Mountain Strange Tales section.
As the na suggests, it was a place dedicated to telling ghost stories.
Not uncommon in itself, but with the arrival of the “First Wave,” weird occurrences around the world erged like mushrooms after rain, and so forum users began sharing their ghost encounters here, forming a trend.
In this era, where the truth had not yet surfaced and everything remained in the “undercurrent” stage, the subtle changes in the world could be vaguely glimpsed from the corners of the internet.
Cen Dongsheng glanced at the posts on the forum.
From his experience, most of the content was fictitious, but among dozens of posts, there were always one or two suspicious entries, especially those asking for help, which might be the “real deal.”
The “You Mountain Strange Tales” channel would beco a source of copious firsthand information in the coming days.
Ordinary people needed to avoid the suspicious locations ntioned above;
Whereas so ambitious Curse Forbidden Masters, wanting to conquer ghost houses and kill ghosts to beco stronger, would have to venture through these tiger mountains.
“Do you like ghost stories?
Or are you collecting information on it?”
“That’s right.
By the way, Sister Zhi Zhen, is the purpose of setting up the forum any different from mine?”
“Well…” An Zhizhen tapped her lips, “To be precise, it’s just one of the reasons.”
As they were talking, a knock ca from the office door.
“Co in.”
A young woman wearing a suit and a ponytail walked in, holding a tray of teapot and cups, which she placed on the coffee table.
“Please have so tea.”
Cen Dongsheng observed her expression, seeing genuine respect and admiration toward An Zhizhen, not feigned, suggesting that the company had excellent treatnt.
“Xiao Min, how is your father’s health lately?
The post-surgery recovery is going well, I hope?”
“Yes…
yes!
Thank you for recomnding the hospital to us, boss!
And for letting
stay at the company…
Without you, I really wouldn’t have known what to do back then…”
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