Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Zhao Hao paced back and forth in the corridor, still undecided whether to tell Colt. It was a real headache.

However, Colt solved the problem for him.

Colt hurried towards the office, taking three steps at a time. Upon seeing Zhao Hao, he lowered his voice and called out, "Come in quickly! I have a big mission!"

Zhao Hao was completely bewildered. "Your big task is bigger than mine?"

That shadowy organization is basically a newly emerging dark organization spread across both the European and American continents. They're up to something big, you know that?!

Colt: I know!

Colt whispered, "The department received a tip that the shadowy organization we've been investigating without much progress is about to do something big!"

Zhao Hao was taken aback: I underestimated you! I only found out less than an hour ago, and you already knew?

Zhao Hao asked casually, "The Shadow Organization? Oh, what's wrong? Aren't they supposed to be pretty well-behaved?"

"Honest my ass!" Colt slammed his fist on the table. "Los Santos has been in turmoil for the past few months, with all sorts of unexpected supernatural events happening one after another, all instigated by a member of the Shadow Organization! That bastard has indirectly caused the deaths of at least several hundred people!"

"W-Is it that powerful?" Zhao Hao had heard of a member on the West Coast, but he hadn't noticed who it was. Could it be a covert operation to collect negative emotions?

This is so crude! Can't it be a little more civilized and gentle?

With the world so chaotic and so miserable, and so many corporate slaves, how can you be afraid of not having negative emotions?

Zhao Hao didn't have time to think about that and asked in a low voice, "Is that intelligence reliable? Is it an undercover agent from our bureau?"

Colt shook his head. "No, it was intelligence that UNESCO gave us."

UNESCO!

Zhao Hao had heard of this organization; it was, in a sense, a legitimate and official organization.

It is one of the four agencies under the Security Council, which is composed of officials from multiple countries with extraordinary abilities.

It is said that it was originally created specifically to deal with the Sally Church.

However, as long as LSP lives, Sally will never perish.

This thing has been targeted for many years, yet it has only become more and more popular, even penetrating into every aspect of people's lives and subtly changing their beliefs, which shows how powerful the evil spirit is.

How did this organization, which targets the Church of Sally, end up infiltrating the Shadow Organization? What a coincidence, their expertise is completely mismatched!

Oh, that's probably why they provided intelligence to the supernatural organizations of friendly countries, requesting a joint effort.

Zhao Hao didn't dare to ask too many questions, worried that Colt might become suspicious, so he asked, "What exactly is the Shadow Organization trying to do?"

"They want to open up a vast, eerie, dark fairy tale world, supposedly to seize an unparalleled treasure within!"

……

Even if a major power's official supernatural agency like the Mysterious Bureau receives secret intelligence, you can only be passively vigilant; there's really no way to take the initiative.

Even someone like Zhao Hao had no idea where the Shadow Organization's hideout was, and he always used his divine sense to hold meetings.

As for how the Shadow Organization opened the Ghost Realm, what it intends to do, and what impact it will have on the world inside and outside, we know nothing!

There's really nothing else we can do besides being more vigilant.

This shows that the old silver coin group leader was definitely skilled. Even though his organization was riddled with holes, when he suddenly announced the start of the operation, no one could do anything to interfere.

One of Zhao Hao's clones stayed by Colt's side, while his main body quietly slipped away and returned home, preparing to await the Shadow Organization's plan.

Two hours had passed, and the Shadow Ring on Zhao Hao's hand heated up again. By the time his consciousness was transmitted, everyone else had arrived.

The team leader was still dressed in all black, so nothing could be seen, but Zhao Hao inexplicably felt that he was very excited.

"Now, let's get started! Reach out your hands..." the team leader's hoarse voice rang out.

Ten hands were extended. The group leader hesitated for two seconds, "The hand with the ring..."

Several people switched hands, turning the originally solemn atmosphere into something comical.

However, the team leader didn't care about that and instead pulled out a bronze metal ball that looked like a collection of parts put together.

In the next instant, the shadow rings on the hands of the ten members simultaneously emitted a pure black ray, which connected to the bronze sphere.

All the negative emotions stored in the phone within the ring were transferred to the bronze sphere.

In that instant, the bronze sphere suddenly vibrated and began to disintegrate, with silvery-white light radiating from every tiny crack.

At the same time, the entire inner world seemed to tremble slightly, and the sea of ​​spiritual energy began to surge, like the surface of a sea before a storm. At this moment, no extraordinary being dared to connect to the sea of ​​spiritual energy again, for a single misstep would result in annihilation!

Many extraordinary individuals in both the real and virtual worlds, as well as a few ordinary people with high psychic potential, vaguely heard a sentence: "Fairy tales are never beautiful; any embellishment for certain purposes is bound to be short-lived. That's not how fairy tales are told..."

Chapter 290 The Princess's Marriage Proposal!

We all know that there are always some oddballs among those in positions of power.

In the far, far north, in the mountains, there lived a king of a small kingdom who was an oddball. And he was the most oddball of all.

He had a very unique pet, which he kept for many years, but eventually the pet died of old age.

To always remember his beloved pet, the king planned to skin it and keep its skin so he could caress it every day.

On this day, the king's chief minister submitted a memorial, saying that the princess had reached the age to be married and that it was time to find her a husband.

This kind of government-allocated beneficiaries is something that countless people envy.

However, the king paid little attention to his daughter, and was still grieving the 563rd day since his beloved pet's death.

"Just pick anyone, as long as they're a man," the king said casually.

But a country can't be full of eccentrics. This minister, who had some sense of decency, quickly advised, "Your Majesty, you mustn't! She is our princess, Your Majesty's daughter. If she were to marry just any ordinary person, it would be disgraceful to the nation!"

The minister in charge: This is a disgrace to the nation! You may not care about your reputation, but we certainly do!

"Then what do you suggest we do?" the king asked listlessly, stroking his beloved pet, Pi, who was sitting beneath him.

The minister in charge was also at a loss: "This...should be your choice of a suitable candidate, such as one with high social standing, wealth, or perhaps a martial arts contest before the emperor?"

The king wasn't interested in the minister's idea; it was still his beloved pet... wait!

Stroking his beloved pet's fur, the king suddenly had a brilliant idea.

Raising a beloved pet alone for so many years must have been incredibly lonely! I wish there were others who shared this passion!

Why not use this as a theme to choose a husband for the princess? Only the person who can guess what kind of creature the princess's pet skin is can marry her!

To the astonishment of the chief minister, the king patted the fur of his beloved pet that cushioned his throne and exclaimed, "That's settled!"

As a result, people from small countries, nobles, warriors, and other unsavory characters within a few hundred kilometers all heard about this.

The princess is actually seeking a husband? And there are no restrictions on status, wealth, or military strength.

Okay, I'm going! Trying my luck is free!

Thus, the not-so-large capital city welcomed people from all walks of life, which boosted the tourism economy...

Well, it has nothing to do with the economy, and that's not what the king cares about.

He only cares about like-minded friends.

However, his beloved pet was a rather unusual subject. Each contestant went in, touching, patting, licking, and smelling it, making all sorts of guesses, but none of them guessed correctly. All the leatherworkers in the country were defeated!

Goodness, more than ten days have passed, and nearly two thousand people have participated in the guessing game, yet no one has guessed correctly.

This made him even more famous, since gambling is part of human nature, and people from far and wide came to participate in the betting.

……

Zhao Hao looked at the simple and dirty alley in front of him, and then looked at himself.

I haven't changed much, thankfully. But where am I?

The houses on both sides of this alley are made of stone, and the ground underfoot is full of muddy puddles, where you can even see excrement.

The hygiene here is absolutely appalling!

Let's leave here first, it's too dirty.

Zhao Hao first sent a paper insect out to fly around, and wow, it looked like a medieval town.

The people were all dressed in tattered clothes and were very dirty. There were a few stalls selling fruits, vegetables and grains, and people leading mules and horses and driving fat pigs were also walking around.

Zhao Hao seemed to be deep in thought. This scene was probably two or three levels behind Isabella's country. Calling it medieval would be an understatement.

Zhao Hao waved his hand, and his clothes transformed into a linen robe. But even if he wasn't a germaphobe, he couldn't let himself become filthy!

"There's no need to act so convincingly. My strength has greatly increased now!" Zhao Hao made up an excuse for himself and walked out.

As a result, the nearby vendors were surprised to find a young man with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin walking out of the market, dressed in a clean and delicate robe.

He was also holding a strange long stick in his hand!

Zhao Hao's appearance is indeed striking.

After all, the people around him were all white people who were covered in filth, didn't shower, wore rags wrapped around their bodies, and smelled bad.

Someone dressed so well, clean, handsome, and young, is usually a nobleman's son, and not just any ordinary nobleman.

Zhao Hao, who was so conspicuous yet alone, attracted attention.

Zhao Hao could clearly sense the malice emanating from about three people.

So he walked around twice and deliberately ended up in a dead-end alley where no one was around.

"Hehehe~~" The three men blocked Zhao Hao's path, laughing maliciously.

Zhao Hao looked at the leader's big yellow teeth, his hair and beard were matted together as if he hadn't washed them in a long time, and his face was covered in dust and dirt that was no longer his natural color. He immediately felt disgusted.

The leader, carrying a dagger, whispered, "Hey, little lamb, hand over all your money! If you don't want to die!" His face was full of malice.

Another burly man chimed in, "There are more clothes! There are more clothes!" His face was full of greed.

The last skinny guy rubbed his hands together and said, "I love this smooth, tender skin!" He then smirked and thrust his hips forward.

Zhao Hao was so disgusted that he didn't bother with any more nonsense. He stepped forward, grabbed the leader's wrist, and snapped it with a "crack."

"Ah~~~" The bandit leader immediately cried out in pain, but Zhao Hao did not let go. It was as if he was locked to a boulder, unable to move his hands at all, and could only kneel on the ground and howl in agony.

The other burly man was a bit reckless; instead of running away, he was still swinging his axe at Zhao Hao's head. Zhao Hao swung his hand and knocked him to the ground, the axe flying out and hitting the skinny guy who was trying to run away.

"I'll ask, you answer." Zhao Hao gently squeezed the bandit leader's hand, which hadn't been washed for half a month, causing him to groan.

A few minutes later, Zhao Hao emerged from the alley, leaning on his Iron Tree Secret Staff, which amazed many locals.

After all, those thugs have been extorting and robbing out-of-towners for quite some time now, so why are they suddenly showing kindness today?