No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

As soon as she came downstairs, Mu Zhixi bumped into Gu Wenzhou, Cheng Xiaocheng, and several other players at the corner of the corridor.

Cheng Xiaocheng was still wandering around with a perfect score test paper in her hand. The title was "My Goddess Boss Sister". When she saw Mu Zhixi, she almost slammed the test paper on her forehead.

"Sister Ran!"

"Miss Ran." Gu Wenzhou stopped and glanced at the certificate in her hand, his manner impeccable. "Are you leaving?"

Smart people are a hassle; Mu Zhixi didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed.

Before she even opened her mouth, the other person must have already read out an eight-hundred-word farewell message from the graduation certificate in her hand.

"The Holy Land is calling me." Mu Zhixi folded the certificate and put it into her sleeve.

Cheng Xiaocheng blinked: "Sanctuary? Did something happen at the church?"

Mu Zhixi originally just wanted to make up a casual remark, but as the words were about to come out, she suddenly remembered that she had previously laid out several lines for them: the old empire, the old royal court, the Lord, and the Holy Domain Church.

Lies are most vulnerable when they are broken, so they have to be stitched back together, and stitched back together beautifully.

Then she lowered her eyes, as if she had something difficult to say, "The remnants of the old royal court have awakened."

The corridor fell silent.

The old ghost hissed inside Gu Wenzhou's body.

"The Old Royal Court? The Old Royal Court again? Kid, we've stumbled upon a major event."

"Are you going to deal with the old royal court?" Gu Wenzhou ignored the old ghost and only looked at Mu Zhixi.

Mu Zhixi did not give a direct answer.

The first rule of riddle tellers is: never explain something yourself if you can let the other person fill in the blanks.

She simply said, "Some debts, if left unresolved for too long, will take root."

After listening, Gu Wenzhou had already mentally filled in a ten-thousand-word essay.

Judging by appearances, this doesn't seem like leaving the instance at all.

This is clearly a powerful player who has received a summons from the main storyline to fight in a higher-level battlefield. For her, a four-star dungeon is probably just something she can casually rescue while passing by.

Gu Wenzhou suddenly felt like a mayfly gazing at the blue sky. He originally wanted to ask more about the Holy Domain Church, at least to find out how to join.

But when it came to the tip of his tongue, all that remained was, "Take care."

Cheng Xiaocheng's reaction was much more straightforward.

"Ran-jie, I'll miss you!" She pulled out a small handkerchief from somewhere, covered her eyes, and burst into tears.

The handkerchief was embroidered with small pink flowers. Mu Zhixi wondered where the girl had taken the handkerchief from.

Are the personal items of a fierce female MMA fighter really that girly?

Cheng Xiaocheng cried with great emotion: "From now on, if anyone dares to say a bad word about the Holy Domain, I'll reason with them!"

Gu Wenzhou glanced at her fist.

Your reasoning is a bit too physical.

Mu Zhixi was quite satisfied with this publicity, and with a wave of her hand, the faint light of the sacred domain fell on the group of people.

"Live on."

Gu Wenzhou lowered his head and wrote her words down on the last line of his notebook.

Miss Ran's parting words: Live on.

[Note: The Sanctuary Church does not accept meaningless deaths. Survival itself may be the entrance test.]

Mu Zhixi sensed this line of text and felt a mix of emotions.

This child is a natural at research; he can grind three pounds of sesame oil from a single sesame seed.

After saying goodbye to the players, Mu Zhixi returned to the school magistrate's office, took out her outstanding graduate certificate, and wrote a single character in the name column.

However

As the red lettering was completed, white light ignited at the edge of the certificate, and a familiar sense of detachment washed over me.

As the white light dissipated, she returned to Transfer Space No. 87.

This place is still the same as always.

The eerie creatures awaiting assignment were lined up in several rows: the butcher ghost clutched a knife, the paper bride bent over picking at her tiny hands, and the skinning child squatted in a corner gnawing on his own fingers.

As soon as Mu Zhixi appeared, the surrounding teams all shrank in stature.

"Your Majesty, did you have fun?" The uniformed dispatcher walked over quickly, his bow still perfectly proper.

In its eyes, this high-ranking official spent a whole day in a four-star dungeon, clearly playing a cat-and-mouse game.

Otherwise, given his status, he could probably take care of those live bedbugs in just a few minutes.

Mu Zhixi: ?

There's no way around it; people tend to interpret the bizarre in a way that's considered unethical.

Mu Zhixi maintained her goddess-like demeanor: "It's acceptable."

The dispatcher said in a low voice, "Given your rank, it's already an honor for a mere four-star unit to keep you here for even one day."

Mu Zhixi really wanted to say that it wasn't an honor, but rather that she was doing brand promotion there.

But of course, you can't say that.

She then asked, "Can I bring my subordinates from the original instance to the new instance?"

The dispatcher did not hesitate.

"Of course. As long as your subordinates are on your roster of strongholds, they are at your disposal."

The Red Moon Church roster popped up on the panel in front of Mu Zhixi's eyes.

A priest with a broken neck, a rotting nun, and a partaker of the Lord's Supper.

After the upgrade, these employees finally didn't look so bad.

It's good to take him out and let him see the world.

A divine kingdom cannot always rely on her, a sickly woman, to single-handedly dominate it.

Besides, what do players eat the most?

What a spectacle! Behind her followed a group of priests and nuns, those were called the Sanctuary retinue.

She was walking alone; she was a pretty but suspiciously lonely NPC.

The difference is quite significant.

Mu Zhixi selected the accompanying slots, thinking that she had accumulated nearly a thousand points this time, and could upgrade these subordinates again.

At this moment, the dispatcher handed over a stack of black dispatch slips.

"If Your Majesty wishes to travel to other instances and continue this cat-and-mouse game with the living, I would be honored to serve you."

Mu Zhixi took the dispatch order.

Three stars, four stars, five stars. She flipped through them without much interest.

At the very bottom, a dark red recruitment letter was revealed.

[Six-Star Integrated Dungeon: The Hunt]

[Type: Large-scale live-streamed monster-raising scenario]

[Deployment Model: Continuously Adding Players]

[Instance Rules: Entrants will receive a live stream panel, and the entire event will be simultaneously broadcast to the player forum and the instance audience.]

[Basic victory condition: Reach a specified number of followers.]

[Additional victory conditions: Hunting, capturing flags, faction points, area completion, special attention.]

Mu Zhixi stopped her fingertip, "This is it!"

Live streaming continuously adds players, while real-world forums are also active.

She searched for such a long time for a promotional spot, and now it's practically delivered itself to her doorstep.

For Red Moon Church to gain wider recognition, relying on just four people like Han Yue is too slow.

The players in No-Face will have to wait until they clear the game before they can go back and post.

But this instance is different.

The entire event will be broadcast live.

This means that as long as she opens a branch account in the game, all the players and guild leaders in the real world can see it.

Mu Zhixi raised her head.

"That's it."

The dispatcher took the dispatch order back with both hands, his tone filled with reverence.

"Your Majesty intends to personally participate in the hunting game?"

He paused, as if he had thought of something, and lowered his posture even further, "This will be a great honor for those insects."