Give Star Iron a little MC shock

He originally planned to reveal his identity to the people on the Starry Sky Train after he had finished everything, but he didn't expect Xing He to expose his lie halfway through.

If possible, he still hoped to stay a little longer to witness Pinocchio's final moments, so that after he went down, he could tell Mikhail and the others the story of what happened after Pinocchio.

Xing He took out an anvil and a name tag from the system, then looked at Gallagher, whose body had disintegrated up to his chest, and asked, "As you said before, everything has a price. Are you willing to pay that price?"

Gallagher spread out his only remaining right hand, then looked down at his only remaining upper body, and asked with a wry smile, "Do you think I have anything left to lose? Bring it on, let me see how Mikhail's descendants will continue my lie."

"That's what you said."

Xing He put the anvil down and then inserted the name tag.

Gallagher watched Xing He's actions from the side, but he couldn't understand them. If he wasn't mistaken, the thing in front of him should be an anvil.

What exactly is the purpose of this tool that only blacksmiths used in the past?

The other thing Xing He was holding just now looked like some kind of bookmark? An anvil and a bookmark?

Gallagher couldn't understand how these two things could be combined to maintain his existence.

After renaming the nameplate in the anvil, Xing He held it in his hand and asked Galakh again, "Are you mentally prepared?"

Although Galakh didn't understand what Xing He was planning to do, he still nodded.

"Come on though."

Seeing that he had agreed, Xing He raised his hand and slapped the nameplate with the name already changed onto Galakh.

The instant the nameplate merged into Gallagher's body, the body parts that had disappeared quickly returned, and in less than half a second, Gallagher's body became whole again.

"You actually did it?!"

Gallagher clenched his left hand in surprise, then tried jumping around a few times. His body was perfectly normal, just like when the lie hadn't been exposed.

However, Gallagher was puzzled because he did not feel any price. Could it be that the price Xing He mentioned was not the change in his physical form?

However, his internal power remained intact, without any loss whatsoever.

"What is the price?" Gallagher finally couldn't help but ask Xing He out of curiosity.

Xing He suppressed a laugh and pointed to the top of his head: "Look up."

Gallagher looked up in confusion and saw a string of neat characters projected above his head.

[Fictional historian Gallagher!]

There is an exclamation mark at the end of this string of words.

Gallagher's face immediately darkened, his facial muscles twitching intermittently. He looked at Xing He, who was suppressing a laugh, and asked, "Is this the price you were talking about?"

Xing He nodded, barely suppressing a laugh: "Being straightforward is great, don't you think it's a good deal? Just having such a title can make you exist for longer, it's a great deal no matter how you look at it."

Doesn't this directly expose his identity? No matter where he goes in the future, everyone will know who he is. What's left of his "mystery"?

Gallagher rubbed his head, feeling a bit of a headache: "Let's talk about something. Or maybe I should just disappear altogether. I've done what I was supposed to do anyway."

"You think you can just live or die as you please? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Xing He rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. He had at least paid the price of an anvil and a name tag, so he should at least let him make fun of Galakh for a while longer.

Galakh was helpless. Although it was somewhat shameful to have such a title, at least he could exist for a while longer, which was a good thing. Moreover, Xing He had asked him before if he was willing to pay the price, so this was his own fault.

However, with so much time suddenly available, Gallagher found himself somewhat bored.

So he turned to Xing He and asked, "I'm planning to go fishing and see if I can find out who's behind this. Do you want to come with me?"

Xing He shook his head and refused: "I don't plan to leave Golden Moment for the time being. There are still many things I haven't had time to experience."

Gallagher glanced at the grass blocks scattered everywhere and said, "Are you sure this is still Golden Time? Whatever, I'll just leave."

After nodding to Xing He, Galach left. He didn't know how long Xing He's nameplate would last, so he wanted to finish whatever he hadn't had time to do while he still had time.

Xing He remained where he was, opened his backpack, glanced at the star core inside, and then embedded it into his head.

[Star Core's Blessing (Wisdom): Your interaction range will depend on your field of vision]

This blessing was simpler than the previous ones, but its effect was still a pleasant surprise for Xing He.

After reading the description of the effects, Xing He immediately turned his gaze to the distance. With a thought, rows of obsidian appeared wherever his eyes fell.

Clearly, he can place or interact with blocks wherever his gaze falls, whenever he wants.

"Interesting, but it's a pity it doesn't increase attack range."

If his attack range were also increased, he could even skip the sword-swinging action altogether.

Truly, killing with a glance.

After resolving the issue of embedding the star core, Xing He's gaze fell upon the system's MOD store.

"System, can I exchange emeralds for achievement points in Creative Mode?"

[No, but mods can be used freely in Creative Mode. Once Creative Mode is exited, all mods used in Creative Mode will be removed, and their effects will disappear.]

"Use at will?"

Xing He opened the MOD store, and sure enough, all the mods there were now priced at 0.

Xing He's smile gradually began to spread.

Chapter 186 The Missing Xing He

"So, if I buy a mod that can modify the terrain, even if I change the Golden Hour to something else now, it will all be reset after I exit Creative Mode?"

【Yes】

"I understand now. What should we order first?"

The sudden free access to everything left Xing He somewhat bewildered. Before, he had to carefully select which mods to buy, but now he could use any mod he wanted. It was just a shame that they would disappear after he exited creative mode.

Xing He first excluded mods like A Song of Ice and Fire and New Magic, not because they weren't fun, but because he could simply use creative mode to get endgame gear, completely defeating the original purpose of playing mods that require progression.

Skipping the development stage to obtain endgame gear offers no sense of accomplishment, and he can only play around with the endgame gear casually before quickly losing interest.

Therefore, Xing He set his sights on those fun mods, such as Lucky Cube and Parasite.

Of course, these pleasures do not refer to the happiness he experiences himself, but rather the perverse pleasure he gets from watching others suffer; like the pleasure he used to get from watching others livestream their suffering and then showing off how many bowls of rice they ate.

"But before we start this party, let's go back to reality and report my haul to Himeko and the others. Then I can play to my heart's content without anyone saying I'm slacking off."

Xing He closed the system interface, intending to use the forced awakening function of the Dream Pool to return to reality. However, when he repeatedly thought of returning to reality in his mind according to the instructions in the Dream Manual, the expected return did not happen.

He remained standing on the high platform, and even the surrounding scenery remained unchanged.

"Eh?"

Xing He's eye twitched. Could it be that he couldn't go back?

Hmm, it suddenly occurred to me that if he himself is affected by the rules of Minecraft, then it means that others may enter the dream world in spirit, while he is directly teleported into the dream world in his physical body, similar to a portal to hell.

Thinking this, Xing He couldn't help but pinch his chin and mutter to himself.

"Does that mean I have to exit creative mode and die before I can return to reality?"

From this perspective, creative mode isn't perfect after all.

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In the real-life Daydream Hotel, Himeko held her phone in the lobby, repeatedly trying to contact Xing He. However, every time she dialed, the automated customer service replied that the other party was out of service.

"What exactly happened to Xiao Xinghe?"

As Himeko muttered to herself, March Seven and Walter, who had received her earlier message to gather, rushed over.

"Sister Ji Zi, Uncle Yang and I are here! Huh? Where's Xing He? Is he late?"

Seeing that Himeko was the only one there, March Seven couldn't help but put his hands on his hips and complain, "That guy, he's usually the first one to get up, so why is he the last one to arrive at the Daydream Hotel? I'll give him a call!"

When Ji Zi saw that San Yueqi had taken out his phone, she did not stop him. Instead, she hoped that it was just a problem with her phone, rather than that she really couldn't contact Xing He.

However, just over ten seconds later, the beeping sound from March 7th's hand completely shattered Himeko's fantasy.

On March 7th, she listened blankly to the message coming from her phone that the other party was out of service, lost in confusion.

"Huh? Is the signal at Daydream Hotel this bad? Xing He is staying in the VIP area but we can't contact him... How do they treat VIPs? Aren't they afraid Xing He will cause them trouble?"

At this moment, March 7th hadn't yet considered the worst-case scenario. It was Walter who frowned, looked at Himeko who was also holding her phone, and couldn't help but ask.

"Himeko, you haven't already contacted Xing He, have you?"

Himeko nodded: "Yes, I had already tried to contact Xing He before you came, but I couldn't get through to him either."

Hearing Ji Zi say this, March 7th immediately became nervous and hurriedly tried to call Xing He again, but after trying more than ten times, she always got the same reply that the other party was out of service.

“Xing He…”

March 7's heart clenched instantly. A large hand pressed on her shoulder. March 7 turned her head and saw Walter giving her a comforting smile.

"Don't worry too much, Xiao Sanyue. You and I both know Xing He's abilities, and this isn't the first time we've lost contact with him, is it? Maybe Xing He has just entered some world he created himself? In his world, no one can hurt him."

Hearing Walter's words, March 7th felt somewhat relieved, but not completely at ease. She couldn't help but suggest, "Shall we go check on Xing He? If something has happened to him, we can wake him up directly."

Himeko also agreed with March 7's suggestion: "Yes, that's what I was thinking too. We also need to share the information we've gathered. Let's go to the front desk and find a staff member to take us there, since we don't have a spare key."

"it is good."

Himeko and her two companions went to the front desk to explain the situation. The staff at the front desk quickly confirmed their identities and then sent a waiter with a spare key to lead them to the front desk.

"The three of you, please follow me."

Himeko and the other two followed the waiter to another hotel area where Xing He was located. However, before they got on the elevator, they noticed that many members of the Hound family were leading medical staff into various rooms. They didn't see the whole story because they were already on the elevator.

In the elevator, March Seven couldn't help but lean close to Himeko and whisper, "Himeko-nee, did something happen to all those family members and medical staff just now?"

Himeko shook her head; she wasn't sure either. "Let's check Xing He's situation first, and we can check the rest later."

"Mm." March 7th nodded. Right now, their top priority was Xing He, and they would put everything else aside for the time being.

The three of them took the elevator to the top floor in no time and followed the waiter to Xing He's room. As soon as the waiter unlocked the door, March 7th couldn't wait to push it open and go inside.

"Xing He! Wake up! Huh?"

Upon entering the house, March 7th's gaze fell upon the Dream Pool in the very center, but the Dream Pool was empty.

Walter and Himeko hurried in, and their eyes widened in surprise at the sight before them.

Where is Xing He?