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Chapter 375 The Rose Group's Conspiracy

Chapter 375. The Rose Group's Conspiracy

"I can't even imagine how great Jun Yunqi must be."

Jiang Jianxin stared at the Rose Group's subsidiaries on the screen for a long time before finally managing to utter only this one sentence.

You seem to be having a pretty good time, don't you?

Intuition bluntly stated.

Last year, some people on the forum said you were the protagonist of a real-life wish-fulfillment novel, and that the biography written about you by journalists was being circulated as a template for such stories.

Jiang Jianxin pursed his lips and said:

"You yourself said he's the protagonist of a realistic wish-fulfillment novel. Since he's involved with reality, how can he be purely wish-fulfillment?"

Intuition wanted to say something more, but Jiang Jianxin had already raised his hand, interrupting all distracting thoughts.

Her expression was grave, her jaw slightly tense, and her gaze fixed ahead:
"Let's not discuss that now—look ahead."

The sound faded into the twilight.

The blood-red setting sun on the horizon had been swallowed up by the flock of crows, its last ray of light being cut into shredded blood by their wings.

They were like splashes of thick ink, their hoarse cries forming a deep, somber tide. The sound wasn't sharp, but rather like a rusty, dull knife scraping against the ear.

The flock of crows tore through the air dyed red by the setting sun, their dark wings churning into a boiling cloud, and with a resolute and frenzied manner, they surged southward.

In the south, there is an endless sea of blood-red flowers.

The red was so thick it resembled congealed blood, or a scorching sunset sinking into the earth. When the wind swept through, the ground churned and rolled, like a boundless sea of blood churning up viscous waves.

A strange floral fragrance, sweet to the point of being rotten, permeated the air, mingling with the foul, fishy smell brought by the crows.

Right in the middle of that sea of flowers, where the waves were at their most turbulent, a temple was slowly emerging from beneath the scarlet light—as if it were growing out of the depths of the earth, or as if it were being dragged out of the ground by countless flower vines.

Its entire body is a somber black, the stone is ancient and rough, bearing the marks of being eroded by time and some kind of damp power, but its outline is still magnificent, exuding a cold and inviolable majesty.

Countless vibrant red spider lily vines twined around it like living things, their thick tendrils as dense as a net, their petals clinging to the dark stone wall, moving and rustling even without wind.

As the last vestiges of crimson twilight intertwined with the shadows of countless crows, the ancient temple stood silently in the heart of the sea of flowers, neither rising nor sinking.

Its form didn't resemble a temple dedicated to deities; it was more like a massive, ancient coffin emerging from the deepest recesses of hell.

Jiang Jianxin stood there, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly. The icy touch from his palm couldn't suppress the pounding of his heart.

"Buzz-"

The Grim Reaper's scythe flew out of its sheath uncontrollably, its blade seemingly emitting an extremely faint, almost inaudible hum that resonated with the breath carried on the wind.

"Boom——"

It was a somber funeral bell, its ancient sorrow slowly tolling across the land. At the same time, the setting sun on the horizon was like a light bulb suddenly extinguished, and the whole world instantly sank into complete darkness.

Jiang Jianxin felt his heart pounding harder and harder in his chest, and his brows furrowed.

She was silent for a moment, then asked the voice in her mind:

"The answer is truth: do you believe in the awakening of bloodlines?"

I believe you can awaken.

The voice responded calmly, as if stating an established fact.

But don't rush.

Everything needs to be just right. Now is far from the right time.

The moment he finished speaking, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, its buzzing sound particularly jarring in the silence.

Jiang Jianxin took out his phone, and the screen glowed faintly in the darkening sky, displaying a push notification:

"A new map has been released for the game 'Dark Land,' which you've been following. Come check it out!"

She paused slightly. She usually jokingly called it "Big Sister's Game," almost forgetting that beneath this rough and casual nickname lay a proper name: "Dark Land." A vague thought flashed through her mind.

Jiang Jianxin tapped the game icon on his phone that he rarely opened.

The dark red rose logo blooms and withers on the screen.

She went straight to the map interface.

As predicted, a new area has been added to the edge of the map.

The overhead view shows a land soaked in crimson, its edges shrouded in a thick, ominous gray fog, marked with the words "Unexplored".

And right at the boundary between this crimson land and the mist, the icon of a building is clearly visible—a pitch-black temple entwined with countless crimson vines.

Next to the icon, there is a line of small text:
[The mysterious temple of a certain god who reigns supreme over darkness]

Jiang Jianxin's pupils suddenly contracted.

She abruptly raised her head, her gaze passing through the real, pitch-black temple in front of her, now enveloped in twilight and flocks of crows, and looking towards the horizon behind it—where thick, seemingly solidified clouds hung low, completely obscuring the earth, so similar to the gray fog of the "unexplored area" on the game map.

"and many more……"

Jiang Jianxin took a deep breath, trying to grasp the fleeting fragments of memory that flashed through his mind.

"That time in the polluted forest... the last 'door' I saw—that rift leading to another world... it seemed... to have opened in a virtual world?"

Rose Group, President's Office.

Jun Yunqi gazed at the relaxed young man across the desk, his eyes calm and serene.

He wore a top hat with mottled patterns and a medieval retro suit with patchwork colors—an outfit that seemed unconventional, but his composure in every gesture unexpectedly revealed a kind of nonchalant elegance.

The young man had a handsome face with a high nose bridge and deep purple eyes that seemed to hold the starry night. His lips naturally curved slightly upward, holding a faint, enigmatic smile.

Jun Yunqi frowned involuntarily at his nonchalant demeanor, his tone revealing obvious displeasure:
"Erson, haven't I reminded you—when making games, focus on proper modeling. Don't just blindly fit real-world models into them. Did you just stuff all my words into your hat?"

"Oh dear, Mr. President, you can't blame me for this."

The young man, known as Elson, shrugged, his expression helpless, but there was no apology in his eyes.

"No matter how detailed the modeling is, it can't compare to the breathtaking power of 'realism.' The reason why 'Dark Earth' is so popular is precisely because of this irreplaceable sense of 'realism.' Although the method... may not be the most appropriate, the profits it brings to the group are real, aren't they?"

Jun Yunqi's brows furrowed even more.

Before she could speak, Elson interrupted her, speaking quickly:
"Of course, the 'models' that are already online can't be changed. However—I've pushed out the new version changes and sent an update notification to all players."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice low and carrying a certain profound meaning:

"President, think about it—these players aren't stupid; they'll soon discover the 'anomaly' in this game. What do you think they'll do when they realize this game might be an early access version of 'World Fusion'?"

He paused, the smile on his lips deepening, a glint of something unsettling flashing in his deep purple eyes:
"At that time, people all over the world... will become our most fertile 'field of leeks'."

Upon hearing this, Jun Yunqi's eyes flickered slightly, as if something had been touched.

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the smooth tabletop.

"clatter……"

One sound, two sounds, the rhythm steady, as if weighing some important scale.

A long silence fell over the office, broken only by the soft tapping of fingertips on the wooden tabletop.

Finally, Jun Yunqi's fingers paused, and the tapping stopped abruptly.

"Notify the purchasing department to order an additional one hundred servers."

Her voice regained its usual calmness and decisiveness:
"In addition, I will allocate another 90 million yuan for publicity of the 'Dark Earth' project. I want to see its influence reach every possible corner during my next inspection."

Ellison took a deep breath, and a wide smile spread across his face.

He gracefully placed his hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and spoke in a long, sincere tone:
"Praise be to the God of Wealth. May the rose be eternal and its glory everlasting."