The game comes true, starting with the wandering spirits and gods.

the next morning.

When Zhang Wenhao woke up, he found that his phone's notification light was flashing.

Upon clicking, I saw Aurora's curt "Good morning."

Next up was a meme of a penguin greeting someone.

The combination of a message from a girl with no social skills, no family, and no income, and cute emojis, surprisingly created an unexpected contrast.

This might be what people online call "cold-faced cuteness"?

Zhang Wenhao thought for a moment and replied with "Good morning".

Seeing that her two roommates were still fast asleep, she tiptoed out of bed.

I still accidentally knocked over the water glass.

Just when I was worried that I would wake up my roommate, I unexpectedly triggered a routine conversation in the university dormitory.

"Rat, can you answer this for me when I call on you..."

"Same here, same here..."

The two people lying on the bed let out two screams, and then fell unconscious again.

Zhang Wenhao: ......

He left in silence without responding.

Do not make promises you cannot keep.

The Beilin campus is quite large; it takes a while to walk from the dormitory to the academic building.

I opened "The Master of Fate" on the way.

The incense bearer's activity status was then displayed.

[Ayun: This lucky charm is stealing the offerings again! What if it angers the temple god and kicks us both out?]

[Zhao Cai: Ugh, the fruits that have been eaten are really hard to swallow, but when I think about how they were leftovers from the immortal... they must have been tainted with some immortal energy.]

Next are two CG images.

They are a girl clutching her clothes with a complicated look in her eyes, and a weasel trying to suppress its nausea while feasting.

Zhang Wenhao himself had tasted the offerings that had been eaten; they were extremely unpalatable, smelling like fish and like chewed-up food.

It's hard to imagine what kind of mental state this weasel was in to keep stealing food.

Are people born with a lowly fate always looking for opportunities to defy destiny?

A hint of admiration rose in Zhang Wenhao's heart.

Looking at the message box again, there were still scattered wishes popping up.

Among them was An Qing, who persevered relentlessly.

It seems she went to the temple again before today's volunteer work.

By the time he reached the academic building, he had just finished reading all the wishes.

Most of the pleas were from people who were taking medicine.

It's all about the desire to survive.

He had basically figured out most of the Medicine Man Village, except for the village chief's core residential area.

If nothing unexpected happens, judging from the current strength of the medicine people, the transformed weasel will basically be unstoppable in mowing down weeds.

On the contrary, the demons and monsters that only appeared in the narration made Zhang Wenhao more wary.

Since they occupy such a large portion of the background story, there's no reason why they shouldn't participate in the beginner village phase.

And then there's the ethereal, elusive Cauldron of Destiny...

Everything seemed to have failed to unfold in this village.

After exploring for several days, it seems that my understanding of the world is still stuck in the same place.

Zhang Wenhao became increasingly confused, but fortunately, he also had things to do in reality.

At the entrance of classroom 308, a dozen or so people had gathered, all wearing volunteer badges around their necks.

In the center of the crowd, a girl wearing a light blue shirt was holding a roll call list and calling out names one by one.

Her beautiful oval face couldn't hide her exhaustion.

Faint dark circles under the eyes are a symptom of long-term anxiety and lack of sleep.

Her face bears some resemblance to senior An Yu, but the black-rimmed glasses make her look more demure.

When Zhang Wenhao's name was called, he was the last one.

A large crowd entered the classroom and found seats in twos and threes.

Since Zhang Wenhao had no one to accompany him, he sat down in a corner by himself.

There are certain strict requirements for university volunteer activities.

In most cases, the winter and summer vacation activities offered by schools include complete and fixed indicators, such as "returning to the alma mater" or "taking a group photo at the memorial hall".

Most of the people sitting here participating in these extra activities are doing so to make their resumes and application documents look better.

On the podium, An Qing adjusted her glasses and listed several options.

"Hello everyone, this is An Qing. I'm so sorry that due to my sister's issue, the volunteer activities for the middle school internship have to be canceled."

"Next, I will provide you with some other volunteer activities, including some of the plans that my sister proposed in the past."

As she spoke, she swiped the mouse and opened a simple PowerPoint presentation.

"These are three places: a haven for children, a place to rediscover old memories, and a visit to an ancient temple."

"The first group is at a rural elementary school, where we play games with the children and help them with their homework. These school activities are arranged directly by the student council. If you are interested, you can contact me to join the group."

"The second group visited elderly people in the ancient town to experience the charm of history and culture. The location was chosen in the nearby Luwei Town because it was close by and didn't take much time."

"The third group went to the historical Huangliang Temple to transport and repair materials, clean up the surrounding environment, and implement the protection of ancient buildings."

After the three activities were read out, a lot of discussion arose from the audience.

Compared to An Yu's initial plan of a one-day internship at a middle school, none of An Qing's three proposed solutions were practical.

For those who want to enhance their resumes and application documents, the third option is barely acceptable; the others are better than nothing.

An Qing calmly looked at the audience: "I understand everyone's feelings, but within the limited time, these three are already the strategies for communication and negotiation."

"If anyone wants to leave, I will introduce them to other members of the student union to help them, and we will try our best to meet everyone's needs."

The students in the audience pointed at the text on the PPT, each weighing the pros and cons in their own way.

The boys who were still hesitating exchanged glances and stood up immediately: "Then I'll withdraw. Thanks, senior."

The small classroom suddenly became much emptier.

Zhang Wenhao glanced at the third Huangliang Temple and noted down the relevant information.

Then I searched online.

It is located in a suburb not too far from the local area.

It has some reputation on the map, and there have been check-in records uploaded and shared from the past to the present.

The pictures of the temple interior shown on the app depict several blue stone statues.

The sleeping statue on the side has its head to the west and feet to the east, lying on its side with a celadon pillow, sound asleep. It is a replica of the story of Lu Sheng's dream of wealth and glory.

And right in the center, holding a long sword and sporting a beautiful beard, is none other than Lü Xian, one of the famous Eight Immortals.

For eight hundred years, no one has taken a head with a flying sword...

Could it be that my little green lamp spirit is also mixed in with them?

That was quite a grand display.

Zhang Wenhao pondered for a moment, and seeing that most people had already made their decisions, he didn't delay and went forward to register.

"What's this junior's name?"

"Zhang Wenhao." His expression was ordinary. "I choose the third group, Huangliang Temple."

An Qing was taken aback; this was the first person to proactively report the protection of ancient buildings.

"There will be some manual labor at Huangliang Temple." Her tone was sincere. "Because it involves the maintenance of ancient buildings, it may involve dealing with nearby weeds, moving equipment, and so on, which will be time-consuming and labor-intensive."

Zhang Wenhao nodded calmly.

Seeing that he insisted, An Qing didn't say anything more, but instead marked a "3" next to his name.

"But don't worry, I will personally lead the activities of the three groups, and you don't need to worry about the procedures there."

She added in a comforting tone, as if she was worried that he would suffer a loss.

"Okay."