Absolutely legitimate Star Iron, I've awakened the Underworld System?

Pera's voice was clear and strong, full of youthful energy.

"This isn't just about you; it's a matter of life and death for the entire Belloberg family!"

Hiluva stepped forward, gently tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear, and stood beside Pera, side by side with her.

"I will." Bai Qiong nodded.

At this moment, March 7's gaze, like the red light in the eyes of the Golden Gatekeeper, carefully scanned Pera and Hiluva from head to toe, finally settling on their empty legs.

"So...where did your stockings go?"

March 7th was still a little confused, so he pointed to his chin with his finger, his tone tinged with bewilderment.

After listening, Bai Qiong scratched the back of his head, trying to cover it up in the most natural tone: "Ahaha, well, March 7th, you don't know, just now, Miss Pella and Miss Shiluwa were accidentally hit by the saliva of the flood during the battle. That saliva, I don't know what happened, was actually a little corrosive, and it directly melted their stockings."

He paused, his eyes darting around, and continued to weave lies, trying to make his explanation sound more believable.

"In order not to affect the following operations, they had no choice but to take them off first, yes, that's it!"

After saying that, Bai Qiong nodded seriously. When Pera heard Bai Qiong's explanation, which was full of loopholes, her lips twitched involuntarily, but she immediately understood what Bai Qiong meant and quickly cooperated with his lie.

"Yes...that's right, Mr. Bai Qiong is correct."

.

Pera awkwardly scratched at the ground with her toes, her small toes curling nervously as if trying to dig a hole in the ground to hide her inner turmoil.

But the more I scratched, the more noticeable the sticky texture became on the soles of my feet...

"No, I may be a bit slow, but I'm not that slow, am I?"

March 7th put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at them. "Fine, if you don't want to tell me, then don't. Anyway, Bai Qiong, you've kept this from me more than once or twice."

"If you put it that way, then that's for the best."

Upon hearing this, Bai Qiong patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

On March 7th, they didn't press the matter further, which could be considered getting away with it, right?

Seeing Bai Qiong's expression, March 7 winked playfully, gave a meaningful smile, and immediately changed the subject, grabbing Bai Qiong's arm.

"Bai Qiong, you've already gotten your first qualification badge! That's amazing! But I still don't understand how to play this Ether Battle! Teach me quickly!"

March 7th shook the coin in his hand, looking eager to try it out.

Bai Qiong gently stroked March 7's pink hair, revealing a doting smile, "Alright, let's go to the wilderness area of ​​Echoing Corridor to level up for you and catch a few wild Ether Spirits."

"Great!"

Afterwards, Bai Qiong played with March 7 for a while, patiently explaining the basic rules and techniques of Ether combat to March 7. He explained everything in detail, from how to combine Ether Spirits' skills to how to win in battle, striving to help March 7 get started as soon as possible.

Although he was a newbie to Aetherfront, he had already gone through the entire Aetherfront game in his previous life and had played several generations of Pokémon, so getting into this kind of game was a piece of cake for him.

Bai Qiong caught several local Beloborg-specific Ether Spirits for March 7th, such as Automaton Soldiers and Silvermane Soldiers, which the little girl enjoyed playing with immensely.

Seeing how adorable March 7th was, Bai Qiong felt a sense of satisfaction.

Only when experiencing these lighthearted and enjoyable daily moments with March 7th does Bai Qiong temporarily forget the existence of the Inner World System, feeling as if she is truly experiencing a serious 12+ Star Railway game, rather than being a villain doing those absurd tasks to save the world.

This feeling made him cherish it all the more.

Just as Bai Qiong continued to help San Yueqi level up, Bai Qiong and San Yueqi's phones suddenly rang with a message notification.

He checked his phone and found that he and March 7th had been added to a group chat called "Etherfront Champion Candidate Group".

[Giovanni: @WhiteSky, @March7, I heard you two successfully defeated the championship candidates, so you're now championship candidates too, which is why I've brought you two in.]

[Bai Qiong: No, it's one thing to drag me in, but why did you have to drag March 7th into this too?]

[Bai Qiong: @March 7th, what champion are you?] Upon seeing this message from Bai Qiong,

Novel Group Six*; Four

8457*

;64*;5

San Yueqi, standing next to Bai Qiong, was furious. Her cute little face puffed up with anger, and she gave him a hard little punch. Then she immediately added in the group chat...

[March 7th: The family members of champions are champions too! {Angry!}]

[Giovanni: Hahaha, you two are joking. Now that Mr. White Dome possesses the qualification badge, he is able to challenge the "Overlord Ether Spirit" of the Echoing Corridor.]

[March 7th: Overlord Ether Spirit? Sounds pretty powerful.]

[Giovanni: Yes, they are more powerful ethereal beings than ordinary free data, and they are obtained in a different way.]

[Bai Qiong: Do we have to spend money to buy your battle pass, or spend money on gacha pulls and get a guaranteed drop to obtain this Overlord Ether Spirit?]

Although she knew the truth was not like that, Bai Qiong still indulged in the characteristic sarcastic tone of Starry Sky Railway's copywriting.

In a sense, whether it's making fun of March 7th or playing with memes, it's all part of Bai Qiong's way of enjoying the 12+ Starry Sky Railway worldview.

This is the Star Railroad journey he's been pursuing, not some "Song of Killing and Fucking" where he can do whatever he wants to female characters as a Homelander.

Knowing that there are no restrictions on how to reach base, the Ether Front is now arguably Bai Qiong's favorite activity. No one will be harmed because of it, and he doesn't even need to specifically farm Corruption Points...

[Giovanni: What Mr. White Dome said is indeed a method to improve "retention rate," but the Ethereal Front doesn't have such a mechanism.]

[Giovanni: After all, I didn't invest in this game to make money.]

[Wild: "Company games, creating happiness with heart!" is our motto, Mr. White Dome.]

When Bai Qiong saw this slogan, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

This slogan... it's exactly the same as one from a certain Tencent game from my past life...!

Indeed, they are all capitalists, so it's normal for them to shout the same slogans when making games.

[Giovanni: Let me continue explaining the Overlord Aether. Each Arena has special, sealed-off areas that only players with the corresponding qualification badges can enter.]

[Giovanni: The free data of the Overlord Ether Spirits is hidden in those places. You only need to defeat them once to get all the data, but they are extremely rare and generally you won't encounter them.]

[Giovanni: If you want to win the championship, you can't do it without a dominant Aether Spirit.]

[March 7: Understood, thank you, Mr. Giovanni. I'll go with Bai Qiong to find the Overlord-level Ether Spirit you mentioned.]

[Giovanni: Best of luck to you both.]

Bai Qiong silently stuffed his phone back into his pocket, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

March 7th keenly noticed the subtle changes in Bai Qiong's expression.

She tilted her head slightly, leaned closer, and asked softly with a hint of concern in her voice, "Bai Qiong, what's wrong? Why do you suddenly have that expression? Isn't being able to capture the Overlord Ether Spirit something to be happy about?"

Bai Qiong sighed helplessly, raised his hand to gently rub his temples, and explained:

"March 7th, have you forgotten something? I'm not like you guys. I can't capture Aether Spirits like normal people. These Overlord-level Aether Spirits are things I can see but can't touch, aren't they?"

This world is not like the game, where a person can only carry one Overlord-level Ether Spirit.

If he could actually capture them normally, Bai Qiong would love to transform into a divine beast man and catch whatever rare creatures he could find, especially the Cultivator with her long white legs and jade feet.

It's important to know that these ethereal spirits are actually tangible and can indeed do some extraordinary things.

After finishing, you can experience the joy of beating up the bug-catching boy; just thinking about it is exhilarating.

But now...

He could only glance helplessly at Topa, who was lazily lying to the side.

欸!

If that doesn't work, I'll really have to raise Toppa as my own Pikachu.

A piggy bank soloing the Etherfront League championship doesn't seem entirely impossible, does it?

Surely Toppa wouldn't dare to be like Pikachu, letting things slide at a crucial moment and deliberately sabotaging himself, would he?

After all, Toppa is my Star Fury, so if she's acting, I'll just spank her hard!

"Hmph!"

As if sensing the sudden hint of ill intent in Bai Qiong's eyes, Topa, who had been lying lazily, suddenly shifted her body uneasily.

She let out a few soft, dissatisfied hums from her nose, as if in protest, or perhaps...

Chapter Sixty-Six: A Variable, Fireworks Are Coming? (5.8K)

A biting wind, carrying snowflakes, ravaged the land of Belleburg.

Sambo tumbled through the snow in a disheveled state, trying to escape the relentless roars from behind.

His usual glib smile was now replaced by panic, leaving only panting and cursing.

"Are these guys like dogs with noses? They almost made my legs fall off!"

He grumbled under his breath as the icy snow water soaked through his clothes.

Now, the Ether Front has become a fashion item for Belloberg; the allure of rare Ether Spirits, like a spark, can instantly ignite the greed in people's hearts.

Uncle Cold Legs' supposedly foolproof theft plan collapsed in an instant, leaving him a homeless dog who could only take refuge in a snowdrift.

Just as Sambo remained motionless, a bright red color caught his eye.

Those were slender feet, with fair toes painted with alluring red nail polish, standing out conspicuously against the snow.

sandals?

Who's wearing sandals in this freezing weather?

Sambo looked up in astonishment, following the legs upwards, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face came into view.

Hanabi, this unpredictable woman, was looking down at him with great interest.