Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 482 [482] (First Update) Reflecting the Realm of All Heavens

"My name is Liu Qingzhi, and I am the general manager of the real **** company. It's always better to unite than to fight alone. Nobody knows what's happening in this base or what kind of dangers exist."

The middle-aged man said sincerely, "If it's like some biohazard movies where everyone in the base turns into zombie monsters, then having more of us will allow us to better prevent it and determine the reason for the base's disappearance."

"The task doesn't stipulate that we can't help each other. Since this is a selection process to assess our abilities, and cooperation is a skill in itself, only a win-win situation can lead to a way out."

Liu Qingzhi's words did indeed cause many people to hesitate, and some were even tempted to gradually move closer to him, preparing to establish a win-win mutual assistance action group with him as the leader.

However, not everyone will believe him or listen to his arguments.

Some decided to go it alone, preparing to enter the base to investigate and search the carriages for tools that could be used as weapons.

They were still wearing clothes from the present day, and there was nothing in their clothing or equipment that would be appropriate for investigators exploring the base.

Wang Ya silently observed all of this, showing no intention of getting involved or speaking.

This mission can help us understand the rules of the God Realm, giving us an advantage once we enter it.

The physical body is ultimately mortal, and the power of the true spirit should be used at crucial moments. He will not use the power of the extraordinary system outside the main god space.

This is the only way to infiltrate the enemy more safely.

He appeared ordinary and unassuming, but the trouble didn't disappear. Two figures were subtly approaching his location. They were tall, tattooed, and had a thuggish air about them, seemingly having underworld connections in reality. In comparison, Wang Ya's figure appeared rather thin at the moment.

"I just saw it. That guy who disappeared gave you something."

"Take it out. What is it? You don't want to get hurt before even entering the base, do you?" The man, whose face was covered in fat and who wore an ugly smile, pulled a small knife from his waist. "Or perhaps, you don't want to complete the mission and just die here."

Another tall, thin man in a black vest, with long hair and part of a dragon tattoo on his neck, stared at Wang Ya menacingly, blocking part of his escape route.

"Ugh!"

A sigh escaped from Wang Ya's lips.

"Hey kid, what are you sighing about? Do you really want to die? Hand over the stuff now!" The fat, muscular man became fierce, raising a small knife and preparing to press it against Wang Ya's neck, attempting to further threaten him.

But the next moment.

boom!

The clamor suppressed the noise inside the carriage, seemingly a suppressed calm before madness.

Blood splattered between his brows, and the burly man with a wildly imaginative mind exploded, his eyeballs bursting out like rotten flesh, and his obese body collapsed straight down.

Why are you forcing me?

"Looks like I'm really not cut out for mediocrity and a low profile." Wang Ya blew on the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle of his Desert Eagle, which had unlimited ammo, and then sighed, "Then I'll just have to make a splash and finish this interview screening as soon as possible."

"Companies need good employees, and interview performance is crucial."

The other novice reincarnators looked at Wang Ya with fear in their eyes, fear of the justice he held.

When Wang Ya's gaze swept over them, they all took a step or two back.

Some who sensed the danger went directly into the base's large alloy steel cable elevator.

His leather shoes stepped over the fallen corpses without getting dirty. As he passed the tall, thin, long-haired figure who had already slumped over, Wang Ya pressed the muzzle of his gun against the man's forehead.

"Since I'm kind-hearted, I'll spare your body so you can go down and join your good brothers."

boom!

Another body fell.

The pistol had no name, so Wang Ya gave it a name: White Dove; in addition to the explosive mode, it could also fire ordinary bullets.

"The vanished guide gave the weapon to that guy; he's going to massacre us! Run!"

Someone shouted something, and a group of new reincarnators ran into the base as if their lives depended on it.

Wang Ya followed them into the base with light steps.

The recoil of the white dove was nothing to him.

His physique is so strong that it has reached the pinnacle among ordinary people, at the level of an Olympic champion.

"What could be the reason for the base's loss of contact? I hope it's just a biohazard caused by a common underground virus. I really hope it's not some kind of decryption-related thing. I don't like riddle people, and I especially dislike riddle-related events."

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"By using a point to break through the surface, we can leverage the most basic rule power to move more powerful rule power fragments, determine how many units a complete rule power is composed of, and what conditions it must meet to be considered complete."

Inside a black and white bubble in the illusory dream world, a specially constructed laboratory resembled an altar. It was ancient and primitive, bearing traces of blood sacrifice rituals. In fact, similar blood sacrifice operations had been performed by consuming dream power. Wang Ya stood beside the altar, his gaze calm, looking down at the golden light in the center.

It was an ordinary golden flame, not bright, as dim as a casually lit candle, and it even appeared somewhat orange-yellow in the light and shadow.

The sky was like a barrier of night, devoid of light; all the light came from these golden flames.

The surrounding environment, the scene around the altar, was pitch black, as if it were the border, unable to possess any more physical properties.

Ultimately, it was just an environment created by black and white bubbles consuming the power of dreams.

Everything compiled, with the support of the Eye of Truth database, has been made as absolutely true as possible.

The altar is real, the environment is real, the sacrificial creatures are real, and the many effects achieved are exactly the same, but the sunfire emanating from the Sunlight Lamp at the center may not be entirely real.

Wang Ya frowned slightly, looking at the pale golden flame that hadn't changed much. The oil lamp's lamp head was very slender and made of ordinary metal, looking unremarkable, just like a typical lamp in the mortal world.

"I've performed six blood sacrifices, but there's still not much change, and I can't see the true power of the rules."

"No, it should be said that the changes do not belong to the true essence of the Sun Flame. The changes that are applied to the surface will be blown out like bubbles under the influence of that power of rules."

"It seems that even some knowledge from the Immortal Dao civilization cannot support the influence related to rules."

Wang Ya sighed, "It's also possible that the knowledge content is too rudimentary, unable to reach the realm of the true immortal reflecting all heavens."

(End of this chapter)