The Monster is Coming

Chapter 410 The Game of Higher-Dimensional Gods

The Primordial Altar.

Qi Sheng withdrew his gaze from the Azure Star Sea.

He followed the entire three-way battle between the Shuyan Clan, the Mingwu Clan, and the Feisheng Clan.

Just as he had initially predicted, Shuyan possessed the strongest growth potential and could rise rapidly if given the opportunity.

This war became the opportunity for Shuyan's rise to power.

This allowed it to stand out and officially become the overlord controlling the two major sea areas.

But besides Shuyan, there was another creature in this war that he admired: Yeming.

Qi Sheng recounted the relatively short history of the rise of the Mingwu Clan.

It can be seen that Ye Ming, with his outstanding talent and willpower, has led the Mingwu Clan to fight their way out of the encirclement of powerful enemies, seize resources, and constantly break through the established ceiling of the clan.

It was also this that elevated the Mist Clan to a height that they could never have reached before.

last moment.

Its determination and sense of responsibility to sacrifice itself for its people, even to the point of shedding its last drop of blood, also demonstrates the responsibilities that a commander should have.

Qi Sheng admired those who, despite being destined for tragedy, were able to bring their talents to their fullest potential.

So he chose to recruit.

This is different from recruiting regular players.

Ye Ming is a top commander who has proven his worth over a long period of time.

Before becoming players, ordinary Earth creatures, whether seasoned veterans or complete novices, need to learn the power system and combat methods of this world from scratch after entering the monster world.

Based on modern skills and experience, the advantages that can be gained over the long years of player faction development are negligible.

New players can easily bridge this gap.

If you bring a player who has been fighting intensely in the Ale Training Camp for months back to reality to challenge a ten-year veteran, the outcome is obvious.

This is also why he has no requirements regarding the type of players he recruits.

The growth of the monster world will quickly make up for this gap.

But Ye Ming is different.

He is a mature commander who has grown up in the blood and fire of civilized wars.

They possess a strategic vision that has been repeatedly tested in practice and is sufficient to influence the course of large-scale battles.

This talent, honed over many years, is unmatched by any novice.

Recruiting him is not about bringing in a potential talent that needs to be cultivated from scratch; it's about directly acquiring a ready-made leader who can stand alone.

Another similar example is the Fate/Graves' Throat.

His joining indirectly accelerated the development of the player faction.

Many areas that players cannot currently access are reached by using teleportation arrays built by Lifethirst.

The launch of Destiny Casino also provided him with additional tax collection channels.

In the future, there will not be enough living beings on Earth.

The intensity of the war will increase exponentially as the area of ​​territory the player expands increases.

There are many forces similar to Shuyan, or even more promising than Shuyan, that are growing rapidly.

This also includes established top-tier races such as the Black Tide and the Zerg, who dominate their respective regions.

The brutal competition among billions to reach the pinnacle has only just begun, and it needs even more manpower.

The Mist Clan is a good choice.

As for whether Ye Ming will have a standout performance after becoming a player, Qi Sheng will wait and see.

He gave Ye Ming a special opportunity.

Whether he can seize this opportunity depends on his performance in the future.

……

The medical room was bathed in cold white light and filled with the smell of disinfectant.

The body's original owner's fragmented memories surged in his mind.

Bai Xing, or rather, Ye Ming, who occupies this boy's body, is sitting silently on the edge of the examination bed.

He allowed the doctors in white coats to operate various instruments on him and record data.

"A miracle, a medical miracle!"

An elderly doctor looked at the newly released physiological data report, his voice trembling with excitement:
"All vital signs have fully returned to normal, even exceeding health standards. This is simply inexplicable by science, considering that all indicators were normal yesterday..."

Ye Ming didn't listen to anything the doctor said afterward.

His attention was focused on the heavy body.

To him, this body was like a heavy, rusty shackle filled with lead.

Every breath required deliberate effort, every heartbeat felt so heavy, and raising an arm felt like fighting against the resistance of the entire world.

He couldn't feel any active energy in the air; every breath he took brought a feeling of suffocation.

The thought of falling from the realm of a demigod, who wielded the rules and whose life was immortal, to this frail, mortal body, which he considered utterly absurd, seemed utterly ridiculous.

The surrounding instruments ticked away, and the doctors and nurses beamed with excitement at discovering a miracle.

But only Ye Ming himself knew the truth.

He seemed to have experienced an incomprehensible dimensional leap in the explosion of the origin of life.

My soul has been transported to a swampy world where spiritual energy may not exist.

Recalling the great battle in the Azure Star Sea, his fists clenched unconsciously.

lost.

Completely defeated.

Thinking of the glory that the Mingwu Clan had inherited for tens of thousands of years, which was ultimately destroyed by his own hands.

The thought that his people, who trusted him and placed their strength in his hands, might all eventually become nourishment for Shuyan's growth... overwhelmed him with a strong sense of powerlessness and guilt.

He burned himself, but still could not save the Mingwu Clan from its doom.

This burden was far more suffocating to him than the shackles of his physical body.

The surrounding noise seemed to come from another world.

The examination finally ended, and amidst the murmurs of "medical miracle" and "close observation," he was taken away by those around him.

Ye Ming did not refuse.

Outside the car window, unfamiliar cities, filled with steel and neon lights, sped by at high speed.

But in such a world, there is no hope.

Perhaps he will be trapped here for the rest of his life until his short life after being transmigrated comes to an end.

Finally, the vehicle stopped in front of a building that looked quite old: Night City, Sunshine Orphanage.

Based on their conversations along the way, he had come to understand his own identity.

She is a staff member here and also grew up here.

Those who took him back were all relatives who had grown up together in this orphanage and were not related by blood.

After getting out of the car, the elderly dean's face showed concern, but he could not hide his fear of being "brought back to life".

"Xiao Bai...you...you're really alright?" The older young man beside the dean asked cautiously, trying to help him up, but Ye Ming subconsciously avoided him.

The young man's hand froze in mid-air, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

The old dean sighed and gently patted his shoulder with his wrinkled hand:

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back... Don't think about anything else, just get some rest."

Ye Ming's gaze swept over these so-called "relatives".

They are fragile, fleeting, and trapped in this energy-depleted cage without even realizing it.

Their concern, to him, felt weightless and insignificant, more like an irony.

He was once a general of the Mist Clan, but now he has to accept the pity of such a group of insignificant creatures.

sad.

He remained silent, offering no response to any concern, only nodding slightly.

Under the watchful eyes of many, he walked step by step toward his room.

Closing the door shuts out everything from the outside world.

He leaned against the door and slowly closed his eyes.

Outside the window is the clamor of an unfamiliar world; inside, I am bound by the shackles of weakness; in my heart, I feel the heaviness and loneliness of a civilization's collapse.

The shadow of failure, intertwined with the reality of this humble body, forms the deepest torment.

He began to think about where he should go from here.

If we can return to the monster world, then anything is possible.

He once revived the Mist Clan from desolation.

Perhaps we can do it again.

Even though the chances of success were almost nonexistent, he still wanted to give it a try.

Perhaps the monster world has such rules, allowing one to defy fate and regain everything lost.

This is not fantasy, but the infinite possibilities offered by the monster world.

But he also realized the harsh environment he was in and that breaking free would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

The world of swamps is called swamp because of its barrenness and solidification.

In this world, there are no spiritual materials or precious medicines containing active energy, nor are there any spiritual energies of heaven and earth to absorb and refine. Every breath cannot bring any increase in power.

Living beings, confined within their fragile flesh and blood bodies, are destined to perish over time.

He had many powerful body tempering techniques in his memory, but here they were all useless fantasies.

Without energy, it is impossible to draw qi into the body.

Without spiritual materials, one cannot temper one's physique.

If one cannot grow, how can one break through the barriers of life and leap to other, more hopeful worlds?

This is the horror of the swamp world, a world from which the creatures are destined to never escape and see a higher level of existence.

Unless there is an external force injected into it.

The body he transmigrated into was also made of ordinary matter from this world, and its growth and existence had insurmountable physiological limits.

Even if he could train this mortal body to its physical limits, it would only be the pinnacle of the mortal realm, and it would be impossible for it to develop any extraordinary characteristics.

A barren world is a curse on the evolution of living beings.

He now wears the same shackles as the creatures of this barren world.

Thinking of this, a sharp glint flashed in Ye Ming's eyes.

Being content with the status quo is not his style; analyzing the current situation and finding a breakthrough is his goal.

It is too early to draw conclusions about a barren world.

Perhaps not all areas of this world are swamps; it's just that the area he's in happens to be a region where spiritual energy is depleted.

Resource-rich land exists in other areas.

We cannot draw conclusions based solely on the body's initial perceptions and fragmented memories.

He needs information now, to understand the situation in this world in detail.

Using the fragmented memories of "White Star" in his mind, he pushed open the door, ignoring the concerned and curious gazes in the corridor, and walked straight to the dusty library in the orphanage.

He needs to consult materials—history, geography, and anything else that can help him understand the world.

Ye Ming's movements were somewhat slow due to the frailty of her body, but each step was purposeful.

His first task for himself was to scout the environment.

Enter the library.

pat!

The lights come on.

The lights in the library seemed to have been out of use for a long time, making it somewhat dim, and the bookshelves inside were old.

Ye Ming walked through fairy tales and novels, and found dusty encyclopedias and geography atlases, as well as some basic science books.

I unfolded a thick world atlas and quickly scanned the outlines of continents and oceans, as well as the divisions of races and regions.

However, what truly made him focus his attention was the clearly marked racial distribution areas on the map.

His brows furrowed slightly.

This world, from a global perspective, has been fully explored and developed.

Strangely, the map shows a large number of different races.

This is extremely unusual.

A swampy world with such scarce energy should, in theory, be a wasteland of civilization.

Any race with even a modicum of potential would avoid settling there for long, and would even consider it a place of exile.

Why did it attract so many different ethnic groups to settle here, even forming a sizable settlement?

Did these races come from across space simply to struggle for survival in this swampy world?
This contradicts his basic understanding of the development of civilization and the struggle for resources.

Unless there exists some special value in this world that he has not yet discovered, which is extremely attractive to these alien races.

Or perhaps they didn't come voluntarily, but were forced to stay.

He immediately put down the atlas and quickly flipped through the history books and yearbooks next to him.

They wanted to know how these races arrived, what their living conditions were like here, and whether they carried any spiritual resources.

According to the records in the book, Ye Ming learned that...

It is regarded by all living beings in this world as the starting point of a new era.

It did not originate from a breakthrough in some key technology or an internal revolution, but rather from the outside: the arrival of the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

The arrival of the Lunar Eclipse Clan brought an end to an era of utter chaos.

They did not appear as conquerors; although they possessed technology and power far exceeding those of Earth's civilization, they actively advocated for peace and order.

They ended the long-standing chaos and conflict on Earth, facilitated the union of the major races, and jointly established the "Earth Alliance".

As a result, various ethnic groups began to engage in cultural exchanges, technological exchanges, and other forms of contact.

It is within the framework of the Earth Alliance that the new generation of all races has been assimilated and identifies themselves as Earth beings.

What Ye Ming was interested in was the subsequent records.

History books mention that many of the alien races that subsequently descended upon Earth had similar backgrounds.

They did not come from prosperous and powerful civilizations, but from civilizations that were suffering from foreign invasion, whose worlds were on the verge of destruction, or whose homes had been torn apart by war.

The Lunar Eclipse Clan provided refuge for these exiled races within the framework of the Earth Alliance.

Earth, a "swamp world" with scarce energy in Ye Ming's eyes, became a precious haven for these exiles who had lost their homes.

They don't care about the barrenness of this world; they just want to survive.

I'm staying here not because this world has any special value, but simply because... I have nowhere else to go.

The shelter and order provided by the Lunar Eclipse Clan are the only lifeline they can grasp.

Therefore, the structure of this world is more like a refugee camp.

The world's barren nature remains unchanged; it is small in area.

The situation he initially envisioned, where "certain areas may be energy-rich," does not exist.

Like a stagnant pool of water, no matter which corner you scoop up, it will be bland and tasteless.

Of all this information, Ye Ming was most concerned about the fact that the Lunar Eclipse Clan brought with them a considerable amount of spiritual resources when they first arrived.

They also possess the technology to cultivate plants with a faint spiritual quality in such barren environments.

Although, in Ye Ming's eyes, the energy contained in these so-called spiritual plants was probably so weak that it was less than that of the most ordinary weeds in the monster world, for him, who was in this absolute energy desert, any trace of extraordinary energy was extremely precious.

A spark of hope has been rekindled, though faint, it has pointed the way.

He immediately began to focus his search on all information related to the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

However, the records about the Lunar Eclipse Clan in this dusty orphanage library are not detailed. The main records are about the development of the human race and many fairy tales.

Information is very limited.

After reviewing the limited information, Ye Ming, based on the scattered memories of "Bai Xing" remaining in his mind, sat down in front of an old, dusty computer in the corner of the library.

Press the power button, and the machine emits a dull hum, the screen lights up with a dim light.

In this information age, the true treasure trove of knowledge exists on the internet.

He needs to directly access the information source for review.

With unfamiliarity, Ye Ming manipulated the mouse and keyboard, his cold eyes reflecting the flashing cursor on the screen, as he began searching for clues about "spiritual resources" related to the Lunar Eclipse Clan in the vast ocean of online information.

But during his research, a frequently appearing related term caught his attention: Monster World.

I initially thought it was just a coincidence of having the same name and didn't pay much attention to it.

However, this word appears so frequently that it is present in almost all information channels.

With a question in mind, he clicked on a forum post that was generating a lot of buzz.

In an instant, a flood of familiar words came into view: Gold Coin Merchant Guild, Latest Battle Situation Sharing in the Azure Star Sea, The Ascended Clan is Really Dead, The Great Demon King Shuyan is Terrifying...

Among these messages, there is another word that is mentioned frequently: player.

Those two words exploded in his mind.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of horror appeared on Ye Ming's indifferent expression.

He sat up abruptly, his fingers trembling slightly as he rapidly clicked on links and browsed the discussion threads.

The information he saw next perfectly matched his understanding of the monster world.

But how could a creature from a swampy world possibly know what's happening in a monster world?

More importantly, the monster world is vast and boundless, so why are Earth's creatures focusing their attention on the Azure Star Sea?

So many coincidences prove that this is not a coincidence at all.

Combined with the living beings of this world, they possess a life structure resembling a humanoid form.

An absurd yet uniquely reasonable explanation flashed through my mind like lightning cleaving through the fog.

The creatures of Earth are the mysterious player race, whose bizarre, incomprehensible, and inexhaustible behavior in the monster world, and who, to some extent, hastened the demise of the Mist Clan.

They are not the native race of the monster world, but come from this swampy world called "Earth". They descended into the monster world as "players" through some unknown means.

During the great battle between the Mist Clan and Shuyan, a large number of player race members were active on the outskirts of the battlefield.

When it destroyed the demigod's original self-destruction, some incomprehensible spatial disorder may have occurred, causing it to connect with the player race watching from the outside.

And due to some unknown variable, it appeared in the small world where the player race lived.

He suppressed the raging storm in his heart and, following the instructions on the forum, clicked on the official Monster World website that had been shared countless times.

As Ye Ming learned more, he was completely dumbfounded.

The information recorded on the Monster World website is beyond its comprehension.

He saw a familiar organization here: the Gold Coin Merchants Guild.

The organization that he feared actually came from Earth.

The "President Alan" he respected was the very member of the Lunar Eclipse Clan he had just wanted to investigate.

He saw too many unbelievable truths in the official database and player forum posts.

A one-hour solitary confinement in a dark room (resurrection mechanism), the Soul Treasury (rule library), the Intimidation System... Ye Ming felt that he was probably dead, and his dissipating consciousness entered an absurd illusion.

Every piece of information from the official Monster World website overturned his worldview.

The rules that the Mist Clan pursues throughout their lives can be mass-produced by the Player Clan, with a first-generation Soul only requiring 500 points of sacrificial power.

Compared to the price of exchanging sacrificial power for resources described in the post, this price is simply an insult to the rules.

Even more terrifying is that every member of the player race possesses the characteristic of being immortal.

You can revive without loss by dying in any way, even if you are killed by the rules. You only need to wait for 1 hour.

While checking the prices of various resources and rules for exchanging sacrificial power, Ye Ming suddenly thought of the various potions from the Gold Coin Merchant Guild that were so expensive they made his heart ache.

He inexplicably typed the names of several of the medicines into the search box.

The result of the explosion almost suffocated him.

The lowest version of the recovery potion sold in the player shop only costs 10 points of sacrificial power.

Compared to the "friendship price" he purchased from Chairman Alan, the difference is more than ten thousand times.

Before he transmigrated, he exchanged it for Ghost Crystals at a resource price of 10:1.

A single Ghost Crystal can buy a box of the lowest-grade recovery potions, or even a large quantity of premium recovery potions.

Profiteer!

Even Ye Ming, who was usually calm and collected, couldn't help but curse inwardly at this moment.

He felt that he, and the entire Mingwu Clan, were like fat sheep placed on a chopping board, being gently butchered again and again by the seemingly elegant and gentle Guild Master Alan.

This business is more than just extremely profitable; it's practically treating the Mingwu tribe like pigs to be slaughtered.

But even bigger shocks were yet to come.

He continued to delve deeper, trying to understand the true nature of players.

I originally thought that those players who were frantically "stealing knives" on the outskirts of the battlefield and behaving in a chaotic and disorderly manner were beasts banished by the mainstream player society.

This is also what Chairman Alan said.

But the reality is that the wild player clan members he couldn't understand were simply different from the players in the Gold Coin Merchant Guild in terms of gameplay.

The ultimate goal of all players is to earn a currency called "Sacrifice Power".

Time flew by as I continued to look through the information.

The intense hunger burned like fire in his stomach, but the physical discomfort caused by his weak body was nothing compared to the shock Ye Ming was experiencing.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the constantly scrolling information on the screen.

The mouse moved faster and faster, as if trying to etch every word into my mind.

The truth about the player race was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

President Alan did indeed deceive him, constantly extracting resources from the Mingwu Clan at exorbitant prices.

But that unscrupulous merchant was right about one thing: the Player race is fearless against the Mist race.

It's not that the individual players are particularly powerful, but rather that the player race's mode of existence is fundamentally invincible.

Immortal and indestructible, with endless resurrection, they regard the Mist Clan as a "monster world" where they must gamble everything to create a future, and as a game where they can keep trying and making mistakes.

This characteristic is an unsolvable nightmare for any civilization.

If the Mist Clan were to become enemies with the player race, they would not be facing an enemy, but rather a terrifying wave that could not be exhausted, could grow and learn rapidly, and could regard war as a pleasure.

Once this war begins, the Mist Clan is destined to lose.

Secondly, there are many records about the Mist Clan on player forums.

The growth potential of the Mist Clan is ranked at the bottom in the eyes of players and in the analysis posts of forum enthusiasts.

Only two factions are truly seen as a challenge by players: the Dark Tide and the Zerg.

If we have to include them, the Blue Lantern Clan, who also govern many rules, would also be one.

Players approach these top-tier forces with the same mindset as playing a game.

While researching, Ye Ming clicked on a post about the Fate Clan, where he saw a familiar figure who had been tricked by a player.

He is none other than the leader of the Dragon Sparrow lineage of the Destiny Clan: Destiny Throat.

Even this destined master is helpless against ordinary players.

This is clearly the starting point for the Fate race to connect with the Player race.

He didn't know what happened during that time, and he couldn't find any relevant information on the forum.

However, it is certain that the Fate race seems to have developed within the player faction in a way that is dependent on the player race.

This can be seen in the Destiny Casino, which was established in association with the Gold Coin Merchants Guild.

Thinking of this, an idea flashed through his mind like lightning.

Player!

He is currently at the player's base.

This is the source of all miracles and wonders.

If... if he could also become a member of the player race, would that mean he could also obtain that immortality and have the potential for unlimited growth?

Reviving his people... this dream, which he had thought was an insurmountable luxury, suddenly became within reach at this moment.

Players often discuss all sorts of strange and unusual Soul effects on forums.

There is healing, there is enhancement, there is destruction... Perhaps, one day in the future, we will contain souls that can reshape the past, or even reverse life and death.

This is not wishful thinking.

Once he becomes a player, he has unlimited opportunities to try and fail and time to grow, so he can pursue all possibilities.

Each soul in the Soul Treasury represents a power of rules.

You can purchase inlays simply by consuming sacrificial power, and you can also combine and use rule characteristics.

Each player's starting point is a height that even the Mist Clan could never reach in their entire lives.

A burning hope, almost scorching his soul, suddenly burst forth from the depths of his heart, instantly dispelling the sense of powerlessness in Ye Ming's heart.

He could barely contain his excitement; his fingers trembled with elation as he rapidly typed keywords into the search bar: how to become a player, obtaining Monster World qualification, recruitment requirements…

He stared intently at the screen, greedily absorbing every piece of relevant information, his heart pounding wildly.

During his research, one question troubled him.

Why would creatures from the swamp world have the chance to rise to the top and become players?

What we know is that every soul in the Soul Treasury is a source of power within the framework of the monster world, that is, a primordial monster.

However, the power of the Primordial Monster cannot be used by any faction, nor can it be truly killed.

He had also asked the Fate Clan about this issue, and their answer was: to control the Primordial Monsters, one must completely control the Monster World; otherwise, it is absolutely impossible.

Why are players able to do this?
This question points to a truth that left him speechless.

The forum has been mentioned many times, and he is jokingly referred to by players as "Brother Di Zhao".

Ye Ming's fingers froze on the mouse, a chill from the depths of his soul sweeping through his body, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The title "Emperor's Omen" does not represent any god in the player faction at all.

That was the supreme creator god who created all the rules of the monster world, gave rise to countless primordial souls, and stood above all living beings and rules.

The rules that countless civilizations spend their entire lives pursuing can be generated by Emperor Zhao with a mere flick of his wrist.

The pinnacle of the monster world, where billions of races vie for supremacy, was created by Him.

The Mist Clan, the Ascended Clan, the Book-Speaking Clan, the Ancient God Clan... all the civilizations and individuals struggling to survive and fighting endlessly in the monster world, in that person's eyes, might not even be ants.

And the players were actually granted special privileges by this creator god.

The shock of this realization was far more intense than the discovery of the truth about the player race.

No wonder players can resurrect infinitely and wield primordial monster-level power.

He had thought he had found a path to hope.

But he suddenly discovered that at the end of this road was a supreme being that he could neither understand nor fathom.

Perhaps the existence of the player race is also a game in the eyes of higher-dimensional gods.

Having already achieved invincibility, he hopes to observe the struggles between ants in a different way...

Various thoughts intertwined in Ye Ming's mind.

The truth hidden behind the hope was so heavy that it suffocated him.

Looking back now, was my soul being transported to Earth really just a coincidence?

An unparalleled being who can effortlessly dictate the rules of the world and grant countless beings the power of infinite resurrection has already surpassed the limits of his comprehension.

In this "player's territory" created by this being, the so-called spatial disorder and accidental soul transfer are simply impossible.

Perhaps all of this is just another game arranged by a higher-dimensional deity on a whim.

It's like the creatures of this swampy world of Earth, who have gained the right to reach the heavens.

He viewed all living things on Earth as ants.

But in the eyes of the higher-dimensional gods, he, the creatures of Earth, and even many powerful civilizations in the monster world are all ants on the same level.

It wouldn't make any difference who gets it.

Perhaps, at this moment, a higher-dimensional deity is observing him with great interest in some way that he cannot perceive.

This idea, however, did not extinguish the flame in Ye Ming's eyes.

He could not fathom the will of a higher-dimensional deity, but the rules He established were very clear.

Once you become a player, you have endless possibilities.

That's enough.

He stood up abruptly without the slightest hesitation.

Based on the remaining fragments of "White Star's" memory in his mind and the information he had just consulted, he knew that to connect to that world, he needed a device called a "game pod".

The orphanage is equipped with gaming pods provided free of charge by the Human Federation.

He strode out of the library, ignoring the orphanage staff who tried to talk to him in the corridor, and headed straight for the internet activity room.

However, the original owner of the body had very incomplete memories, and it took him a long time to find the target room.

Pushing open the door, Ye Ming saw several brand-new gaming pods inside. His gaze swept over them, and he selected a device that had not yet been assigned to anyone.

I awkwardly opened the cabin door and lay down inside, following the steps I remembered.

A cool, close-fitting sensation came over me, and the soft indicator lights inside the compartment lit up one by one.

Nutrient solution flowed out of the holes and gradually covered the entire body.

After the intense dizziness subsided, the darkness before my eyes dissipated, replaced by a soft blue light and an extremely simple virtual desktop.

Ye Ming's heart raced slightly, and he ignored the other options.

It refers directly to the browser.

Before long, the official website of Monster World appeared before his eyes again.

The official website homepage is a burning crimson flame.

Hope is within reach.

Ye Ming opened the game download page.

Instead, a red pop-up message appeared in front of him:

[User identity detected: Bai Xing (ID: SHGD...), region: Human Federation - Night City...]

[Detection result: Monster World access not obtained; download unavailable.]

This was a great pity for Ye Ming, as it seemed that the original owner of this body had not yet obtained the qualifications of a player.

We can only wait for the higher-dimensional deities to issue the next round of game qualifications.

Just as he was about to exit the game pod, a flood of information suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Hidden Quest: Nightshade Legion.]

Quest activation condition: Obtain player status.

Hidden quest reward: Activate the special option "Nightmist Legion" in the function panel. This function can be used to revive a designated member of the Nightmist Clan by consuming 5000 sacrificial points, making them the initial player and retaining their memories from their previous life.

Ye Ming's eyes widened suddenly, and his body, lying inside the gaming pod, tensed instantly.

My heart pounded in my chest, making my eardrums buzz.

　Here are 8600 words~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)