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

Zhang Wenhao logged out of the game.

Now, the map of "Fate Master" seems to be slowly unfolding.

However, he was unaware that even the seemingly all-knowing Daoist Master remained silent about the matter concerning the fragments of the Life Cauldron.

Whether it was psychological or not, even after my eyes left the screen, the image remained in my mind's eye, as if the effect of the game had been imprinted into reality.

"That's really amazing, but I need to be careful about the people in real life."

Zhang Wenhao sat on the hotel bed, lost in thought.

The appearance of Dao Ye was undoubtedly a wake-up call for him; perhaps he wasn't the only player in this world.

I originally planned to show off my skills at the sports meet, but now I think it's better to keep a low profile.

What if there really are other players hiding in the school, or even among the onlookers?

What if they have some unknown abilities, like the Taoist priest, to sense special auras and special destinies?

He runs too fast, jumps too far, and is too strong... In the eyes of ordinary people, these are at most considered "gifts".

But in the eyes of others, wouldn't they be easily seen through?

Zhang Wenhao leaned against the headboard, staring at the ceiling, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

"Forget it, thinking about these things too much will only give me a headache."

He tried to shake off the thoughts in his mind.

As long as it doesn't involve your family, what does it matter if there are undercurrents?

I opened my phone and found that An Qing had sent me a message.

An Qing: "Hello, classmate. This volunteer activity is about middle school internships. If you are still in the volunteer team, we strongly recommend that you participate. There are limited spots available, so it's first come, first served."

Is there a second time for this volunteer activity?

Because Zhang Wenhao had impersonated someone else to get in, he didn't really know the specifics of the situation.

Zhang Wenhao stared at the message on the screen, his thumb hovering over the keyboard for a moment.

Middle school internship?

He remembered this event, which was originally planned by Senior Sister An Yu before she fell into a coma. It was later shelved due to an accident, and An Qing replaced it with the Huangliang Temple and Tongxin Harbor options after taking over.

It's restarted again now?

It seems that An Yu's health is indeed improving, and An Qing also has the energy to pick up what her sister hadn't finished.

He pondered for a moment.

The activity itself wasn't anything special. It was about being a student teacher at a middle school for a day, giving lessons to junior high students and grading their homework. It wasn't particularly interesting, but it wasn't tiring either.

The key is being able to get in touch with An Qing.

If I could get through An Qing and then further connect with An Yu now, and then take the opportunity to try to "convert" her...

When I used this method to deal with drug addicts before, it was extremely effective.

It hasn't been used on people in real life yet, but An Yu's situation is too similar to the drug-using person in the game: controlled by drugs, trapped in false memories, her physical body is fine, but her soul is damaged.

Even if she can't fully recover her memories, just letting her recall one or two fragments, such as "professor," "pill," and "laboratory," would be enough to follow the clues.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated and typed a few words on the keyboard:

"Zhang Wenhao, a freshman, will participate."

An Qing replied less than half a minute after the message was sent.

An Qing: "Received!"

You could tell from the tone of her message that she was indeed much more relaxed after her sister woke up.

Just as he was about to turn off his phone, another message popped up at the top of the screen.

The note reads "older sister".

Zhang Wenhao's heart sank immediately.

A thought suddenly clicked in my head.

"Dad's back from his business trip! There's a family dinner tonight, so come back quickly!"

Zhang Wenhao stared at the line of words, paused for a second, and then let out a long breath.

You're just scaring yourself.

This matter concerning the Taoist priest has indeed made him somewhat neurotic.

If you could actually find your place in reality just by meeting yourself in a game, that would be terrifying.

What chance do I have of fighting back? He probably wouldn't bother seeking cooperation with me.

He opened the chat window and replied with a message:

"I'll go back as soon as you give me the travel expenses."

A series of angry penguin emojis quickly popped up on the screen, followed by a line of large text:

"If you don't have money, come back on your own!!!"

Zhang Wenhao looked at the ruffled penguin and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

My older sister is still the same older sister.

He put away his phone, walked to the mirror, and washed his face.

Just by practicing breathing exercises today, my body has already undergone tremendous changes.

Most obviously, he can easily handle heavy physical activities like carrying buckets upstairs without even breaking a sweat.

But her physique hasn't changed much, she's just become more proportionate.

"This must be considered superhuman strength..."

Zhang Wenhao thought to himself, "Thank goodness, I haven't turned into a monster yet."

After checking out of the hotel, he hailed a taxi that went straight to his home.

Zhang Wenhao's father is named Zhang Mingyuan.

His grandfather named him; the older generation liked to find words in idioms when choosing names.

My grandfather was a village teacher who never left the province in his entire life. His greatest wish was for his son to go out into the world, see far, and go far.

Zhang Mingyuan has indeed gone very far; he is an infrastructure engineer who works on large-scale projects.

Throughout his twenty-year career, he traveled all over the country, settling into construction sites wherever they were available.

Throughout the year, he spends no more than two months at home at most.

When Zhang Wenhao was a child, his impression of his father was the sound of suitcase wheels rolling on the ground.

And when she came back from business trips, she always brought back gifts for herself and her sister, strange things from all over the world.

There are coconut shells from Hainan, and raisins from XJ...

Zhang Wenhao went downstairs and pressed the access control button.

"Who is it?" Zhang Wanning's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Although he was asking the question, his hands were already entering the password to open the door, showing no sign of vigilance.

"Your brother."

Zhang Wanning had already pressed the door button, but she still retorted, "Is the password just for show? I always have to press it myself."

Zhang Wenhao didn't reply, pushed open the door, went in, changed his shoes, and walked through the entryway.

Old man Zhang Mingyuan stood beside the dining table, looking down as he untied the watch strap on his wrist.

"The mouse is back?"

The voice was still the same, honest and simple, with a touch of hoarseness from years of hardship.

Upon seeing his son, the wrinkles on his face contorted with a smile, making him look somewhat comical.

Zhang Wenhao smiled too, and was about to call out "Dad"...

The long-dormant vertical pupil in his eye socket suddenly trembled.

It opened its eyes on its own!

My entire eyeball felt hot, like it had been branded with a hot iron.

Zhang Wenhao blinked subconsciously, a surge of emotions welling up inside him.

What's going on?

Isn't this thing always dead and lifeless in reality...?

Could it be that my mental strength in reality has increased with each breath, thus enabling me to activate this thing?

The discomfort quickly dissipated.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Mingyuan's voice came through, tinged with doubt and a hint of worry.

Zhang Wenhao waved his hand and asked, "And the gift this time..."

Before he could finish speaking, he froze on the spot.