NOVPUBEntering the restroom’s booth, the surroundings instantly blurred into countless colorful pixel blocks rushing toward him.
Because Xia Feng had been killed once by Number 11, the identity transmission marker on the Forest Wand was still there, but the game mechanics had judged him dead and kicked him out of the game. Identity Number 10 could no longer be transmitted.
However, he could enter the game with ID Number 11.
The dazzling light brought on a momentary dizziness. When it faded, Xia Feng looked around; it was his second time in this damned place, and he was much more familiar with it.
On the right, although the Number 10 platform was lit up, no one appeared in front of the console—it was empty.
He shifted his gaze back to the Number 11 console facing him.
The console was embedded in the center with a faintly glowing panel, simple and straightforward, with a dark red ◬ symbol rotating clockwise in the middle.
Xia Feng tapped on it, and the panel flashed.
[Serial Number: 11]
[Identity: Red Bull]
[Game Stage: Third Round Evolution Stage]
[Remaining Cards: 30]
[Remaining Life Points: 26]
"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, now entering the Third Round Evolution Stage."
In a world as dark as the abyss, the lights of thirty-seven columns shone dimly, arranged in a circle, centered by a spotlight that glared down.
The referee, still wearing a high top hat and a pitch-black mask, flashed a dark red ◬ symbol:
"This round’s game skill cards include Cerberus... Reality skill cards include D-grade Spiritual Clothes Thorn Aura, C-grade Spiritual Clothes Mysterious Ice Domain, C-grade Secret Essence Art, C-grade Spiritual Clothes..."
Xia Feng frowned and listened for a while but didn’t hear any information about B-grade Spiritual Clothes.
Honestly, he wasn’t too interested in C-grade; what he needed was a B-grade Spiritual Clothes with offensive capabilities.
Although activating B-grade Spiritual Clothes would consume a massive amount of Spiritual Pressure, in a Third Rank Spiritual Pressure state, after releasing two to three B-grade Spiritual Clothes, the Spiritual Pressure would be nearly depleted.
But having a powerful B-grade Spiritual Clothes would significantly increase his combat power.
Indeed Xia Feng already had a B-grade Spiritual Clothes on hand—the Six-tails acquired from the Six-tailed Society.
But the Six-tails was mainly defensive and agile, capable of forming a defensive net with its tails, which lacked powerful offensive capabilities; Mu Qingtong seemed uninterested in learning it and had stopped at the Two-tailed stage.
Xia Feng now wanted an offensive B-grade Spiritual Clothes.
"Congratulations to player Number 29, spent 5 Life Points to acquire D-grade Spiritual Clothes Thorn Aura."
"Congratulations to player Number 34, spent 14 Life Points to acquire C-grade Spiritual Clothes Mysterious Ice Domain."
The competition was fierce; each C-grade Spiritual Clothes was called at least to 14 points, and one after another, three C-grade Spiritual Clothes were taken, the speakers’ voices trembling with excitement.
Xia Feng quietly watched, unmoved.
26 Life Points were enough for him to acquire two quality C-grade Spiritual Clothes, but after checking the game rules and thinking over it, he ultimately decided not to buy anything this round.
According to the rules, the fourth round would feature the B-grade Spiritual Clothes "Command of Rectification."
An extremely powerful offensive Spiritual Clothes, and from its description, it seemed to be a rare B-grade.
The grading of Spiritual Clothes was based on the amount of Spiritual Pressure required; N~S. Some Spiritual Clothes indeed consumed a lot of Spiritual Pressure and met the B-grade standard, but their effectiveness was poor.
Therefore, even within the same grade, there were distinctions in quality: garbage, common, rare, legend.
Like the Six-tails, its quality was common, like most Spiritual Clothes.
The rare B-grade "Command of Rectification" was not seen often, and the fourth round would definitely have many competitors, with bidding starting at least at 40 points.
Also, because of this, many would likely start hunting in reality next, since the gains from a real hunt were almost three times those of a regular hunt.
Very tempting.
Xia Feng lowered his head to flip through the Number 11 notes, which contained little information, just three lines:
[17th: Red Rat, can prey on me, code-named Octopus, haven’t met, not trustworthy yet]
[29th: Red Tiger: can be preyed on by me, has been preyed on by me three times]
[10th: identity unknown, but can be preyed on by me]
Based on the order of the zodiac, rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake... the previous one restrains the next. Xia Feng looked up towards the Number 17 platform not far away.
"Number 17’s identity is Red Rat, it restrains me, but what does ’code-named Octopus’ mean?" Xia Feng wondered.
"The evolution stage is over; we are now entering the trade stage, please note, everyone has only thirty minutes of free trading time~"
As the referee finished speaking, Xia Feng received a trade request.
[Player Number 17 has sent you a conversation trade, do you accept?]
Xia Feng was somewhat surprised, yet he didn’t hesitate, "Accept."
The surrounding environment turned into mottled pixels, rushing toward him.
The Number 17 platform appeared directly in front of him, the figure at the console wearing a blood-red mask numbered 17 spoke first:
"Owl, the orders are from above, Prince has fallen, the ’Garden’ big shots said those noble girls we talked about can be dealt with now."
So they knew each other, and it was a secret organization... Xia Feng concluded internally while deliberately expressing confusion, "Prince has fallen? Is he dead?"
"Where have you been, in some mountain ditch? You’re so out of the loop."
Number 17 laughed lightly, "Liszt has been too arrogant these last few years. He finally capsized in the gutter, and I heard it was a Venerable who did it, died a glorious death at least."
"Tsk, I’ve digressed, back to business."
Number 17 said solemnly, "With the fall of Prince, the large nobles related to him are still untouchable, but some of the smaller nobles’ daughters have been specified by the big shots; we have one month to capture them."
Xia Feng frowned tightly, realizing this might be a Cult? And targeting noble daughters, not fearing the ire of all nobles...
Clearly, there was more depth here.
"Eight noble girls, including Qi Menglu, Luo Na, Zi Yunshu..."
Number 17 listed eight names, "And the last one, Mu Qingtong, a noble girl from Taicang Mu’s. Two people are responsible for each, and we are in charge of capturing Mu Qingtong."
Number 17 laughed strangely, looking at Xia Feng, "How about it, Owl, I remember this little beauty is also in the top ten of the Spirit Song Competition, her fans nearly breaking a billion by now, tsk tsk, and she’s a noble girl, we’re in luck~ hehe~"
Xia Feng, with a dead fish eye, stared coldly at Number 17, his voice flat: "Let’s hear the detailed plan."
