It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

He began to proactively contact more reliable and capable partners, preparing to make a big splash.

Thus, it has been so long since I transmigrated here, and this is the first year since the instance was opened.

Qinghe Miao discovered that the development of events was quite different from his initial expectations.

He still failed to obtain the top-tier cultivation techniques and secret manuals within the two world systems, nor did he encounter the "protagonists" of the two worlds.

Even after the dungeon was opened, the days of grinding experience points every day and leveling up rapidly never came.

However, this gradually led to a life of smuggling along the ancient Taihang Tea Horse Road, known as the "Eight Passes of Taihang".

In Huang Wulang's feast, he received a token from Yu Island.

An appointment letter bearing the seal of the Northern Expeditionary Army's Department of Revenue.

And a dark, heavy iron waist tag.

The document states that the position of patrol inspector of a certain branch of the Qingmiao River is granted.

This official position was actually a combination of the titles "Chief of the Department" and "Inspector", both of which were low-ranking, unranked, and unaccountable honorary positions.

The title of Zhidushi was probably a military officer rank.

They were mostly temporarily appointed by wartime or local military commanders to be responsible for checking and scheduling military supplies.

The inspector was a local civil servant responsible for monitoring the area and reporting illegal activities.

The two positions were often combined, usually when a local civilian official was temporarily summoned by a military commander.

However, Qinghe Miao's so-called "direct superior" is probably sunbathing in some government office in Bianliang, Tokyo right now!

Basically, it's in a state of being left unattended.

The mountains are high and the emperor is far away.

In this part of Hebei Province, especially around the Taihang Mountains.

This appointment is essentially equivalent to a blank pass for "legal" travel.

If no one investigates further and no one truly has jurisdiction, then...

This means that with this sign, he and his men can "legitimately" enter and exit the territory of Daliang, including the military camps, markets, and passes in the north.

The inspection... or rather, the reasonable carrying of various supplies.

Of course, the tributes from various places must be given.

If they're fattened up, it's inevitable that they'll be slaughtered and eaten.

These all depend on individual ability.

However, in any case, he transformed himself into an official under Zhu Wen.

I've successfully made it out of the dungeon.

"It's just this 'shore'..."

Qinghe Miao stroked the cool iron plaque, sighing slightly:

"It's probably just a thin layer of ice floating on the water. In two more years, Zhu Wen's wrecked ship will be unable to hold on to itself, and this shore will sink as well."

He clearly remembered that, in both real history and fiction, the general direction of "The Bad Guys" was roughly the same.

This corrupt official under the feudal system won't last many more years.

Besides the change in his identity, he also observed a strange phenomenon.

Disaster victims really do seem like NPCs in a game.

After one batch is processed, new ones will always be refreshed soon.

But Qinghe Miao couldn't bring himself to let these people starve to death.

Sorrow and blood filled the land, all for the sake of saving the common people.

Humans cannot... or at least should not be starved to death.

This annoyed him immensely.

However, the profession of "bandit" is not like that.

Since he cooperated with Huangjiabao to wipe out Lu Bashan, he has gained a lot.

They then took the initiative to eliminate several smaller, newly emerging bandit groups in the vicinity.

As a result, no new bandits emerged for a long time.

Especially as his reputation spread, the rate at which new banditry emerged seemed to slow down.

This directly led to his "monster-hunting" plan not going very smoothly.

This thing shouldn't look like chives.

In chaotic times, as materials for a newbie to embark on a journey, will they be harvested and then grow back again?

"It's not that I didn't try..."

Qinghe Miao sometimes feels helpless:

"Even in ancient times, it was so difficult to find a reasonable excuse to continue killing while trying to appear mentally sound and maintain certain boundaries."

He can't just kill innocent people or serve as a soldier for separatist forces on the battlefield just to level up.

They're all our own ancestors, we just can't bring ourselves to do it.

Nevertheless, in ancient times, there were far more opportunities to gain experience than in modern times.

Thanks to the experience he gained in the dungeons and his own diligent practice, he easily leveled up two more levels in a year, reaching LV13.

Upon reaching LV12, the system unlocked a new Stand selection opportunity as scheduled.

This time, the roulette wheel spun and then froze, revealing a gloomy and eerie figure—[Black Sabbath].

"Automatic, Shadow Movement, Soul Attack..."

After removing the stand-in, Qinghe Miao carefully recalled its performance in the original work.

Remember, this is a remotely automated stunt double.

It has a humanoid shape and can be preset with trigger conditions and action modes.

It will be automatically enabled and executed when the conditions are met.

The entity can only move at ultra-high speed between the "shadows" of objects, achieving near-instantaneous positional shifts through the intersection of shadows.

It possesses the ability to pull and imprison the target's soul through contact with shadows, creating a powerful suppressive effect.

The good news is that, as a purely remote, automated Stand, even if it is destroyed by external forces, it will not cause him any direct harm or backlash.

It's like a pre-programmed automatic trap; if used properly, it's impossible to defend against.

Even if it is destroyed by mistake, there is no risk of damage to its main body.

The downside is that, correspondingly, he also cannot immediately perceive the status of the Stand.

It lost the precision of direct control and the ability to respond to changes on the spot.

Its behavior can only be understood through preset instructions and vague feedback afterwards.

After testing, the Black Sabbath, once activated, is a tall, humanoid figure shrouded in a dark robe, its face obscured, radiating a cold and silent aura.

When it blends into the shadows of walls, trees, or people.

Its movement speed is truly astonishing; it is practically everywhere.

However, the process of "sinking" into the shadow from a physical state, or "emerging" from the shadow, is relatively slow.

It is roughly equivalent to the speed at which an average person sinks into or rises to the surface of calm water.

This opportunity, within the circle of extraordinary people, has been figured out, and there are too many ways to get rid of it.

This is undoubtedly a key vulnerability.

However, overall, it is still a fairly useful stand-in.

Qinghe Miao also specifically checked the mouth of [Black Sabbath].

Unfortunately, it was indeed empty.

According to the original setting, there was actually no "arrow" there that could activate the Stand.

It was only later that Diapollo provided it and Bolbo loaded it in.

However, this gave him inspiration:

"Although there are no 'arrows,' perhaps we could try placing other sharp objects or special items inside to increase its lethality if needed?"

In this way, when Qinghe Miao had nothing to do, he dealt with Taoist temples, disaster victims, and smuggling in the world of "Bad Guys".

Occasionally, you can clean up troublesome bandits or local bullies, slowly accumulating experience points.

In order to facilitate the management and recording of the vast amount of information such as resources in the two worlds.

He even bought a USB drive in the main world and often made spreadsheets and looked up information in the internet cafe private room, acting cautiously and meticulously.

Chapter 58 My Former Peak

As the era has gradually evolved from card readers and memory cards to the widespread use of USB flash drives.

Therefore, even in some small towns, it is easy to buy a suitable USB flash drive.

Internet cafes are starting to become harder to get into.

It is also more difficult to operate without internet access.

As for why Qinghe Miao was subconsciously so cautious?

What they were naturally wary of was the second son of Gao Yushan, a fellow disciple from the same lineage who might be the successor of the Daluo Cave Sect.

Although I am a decent person.

Qinghe Miao definitely doesn't keep a diary.

They would not record anything related to time travel or the system on a USB drive connected to the internet.

To those who don't know the inside story, it all appears to be a jumbled mess of information.

But we should still be wary of her.

Back to the main world of "Under One Person," his studies continued as usual.

Whenever he had free time during the holidays, he would go to Grandma Guan's place to continuously receive guidance and instruction from this senior shaman.

As your level increases, the Qi within your body and all your attributes also steadily grow.

Because he appeared around Grandma Guan quite frequently, and Grandma Guan seemed to value him highly.

During holidays, industry professionals often visit Guan Shihua, one of the "Ten Elders".

He often helped with the hospitality.

Gradually, within the small circle of the Ma Xian lineage outside the pass, the name Qing He Miao began to be known by some insiders.

It can be said that he has accumulated some "industry" reputation.

However, this reputation has not yet spread more widely to the world of supernatural beings.

However, I still haven't had the chance to meet this person, who is known as the head of the Guanwai region of Nadutong Company, who is said to be both high-class and not-so-cheap.

It seems the person in charge must be quite busy.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

It didn't cause any major disturbances, nor did it involve any extraordinary adventures.

Days flow by like mountain streams, one after another.

As usual, Qinghe Miao sat by the window in the classroom that day.

On the podium, the history teacher was explaining the context of ancient Chinese history in slightly accented Mandarin.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting warm-colored patches of light on the desks.