Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

When Zhao Hao led the fat man upstairs, the man in the top hat had already quietly left.

"This is troublesome. I'd better go check out the other alternative pieces!"

Because of the fat man's appearance, the man in the top hat abandoned his plan to easily kill Zhao Hao and left.

After seeing Heidegger's headless corpse, the fat man concluded that this mutated Heidegger was also a Black Iron 3-star.

"You, a mere mortal without any psychic powers, managed to kill two Black Iron 3-stars. That's truly remarkable. And you were quite alert too, managing to trick Fatty into revealing himself. Your qualities as a newcomer are truly impressive!"

It's not uncommon for ordinary players to kill Iron-tier opponents, but it's rare to see one capable of taking down a 3-star Iron-tier opponent! It would require at least a well-prepared elite special forces team!

Moreover, Zhao Hao successively killed the Black Iron 1-star Resurrected Corpse, the Black Iron 3-star Twin Fusion Corpse, and the transformed Superhuman...

Iron 3-star! Psionic!

Zhao Hao keenly noticed these two unfamiliar words. He felt he might be getting closer to the truth.

After the man in the top hat left the old house, the fat man relaxed a lot and led Zhao Hao to the basement, where they discovered a strange altar.

Patterns drawn with an unknown red dye, large clumps of melted wax, strange liquids, and dried animal carcasses.

However, there was an empty space in the middle.

"They were taken away by the person behind the scenes," the fat man said.

Zhao Hao sensed an unknown door slowly opening and quickly asked, "What was taken away? The mastermind? There's another mastermind?"

The fat man rolled his eyes. "How do you think that headless ghost knew about this closely guarded secret method of raising ghosts? Did no one teach him? Did he just dream about it?"

"As for the strange creature that was fostered during the ritual, it was probably taken away by that person. He was in this house when I appeared. However, I couldn't find his exact location, and his strength was likely above mine."

"So you better watch out in the future!" The fat man said with a gloating look on his face.

"No way, Fatty, please give me a way out, for the sake of us being from the same hometown!" As soon as Zhao Hao heard that there was a mastermind behind it all, Fatty immediately became Fatty the Master.

Seeing Zhao Hao's shamelessness, the fat man immediately rolled his eyes: "Come on! I've been in this godforsaken place for over half a year and I've already been taken advantage of by fellow villagers! You're just like fellow villagers who stab each other in the back!"

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However, the fat man, though sharp-tongued, was still quite considerate of his fellow villagers.

After Zhao Hao kept calling him "Fatty" this and "Fatty" that, they still chatted for quite a while.

Thanks to Zhao Hao's Northeastern accent from his previous life! He claimed that his mother was from Northeast China, and that the three northeastern provinces were his true hometown!

This fat man is named Peter Bidiao, or Peter in English, and is from Huanglong Prefecture, Liaoji Road, Song Dynasty. He's now considered an extraordinary bounty hunter...

Huanglong Prefecture of Liaoji Road, Zhao Hao guessed it was probably in Changchun in his previous life.

However, compared to America in this world, the changes on the land of China are too great. The Song Dynasty, which lasted for more than a thousand years, was gone, as were the Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties. It's really hard to say.

The fat guy had been in America for less than a year, and his English was terrible—worse than Zhao Hao's elementary school English teacher in his previous life. He spoke only the "oh my god, oh my" kind of gibberish, and according to him, he'd suffered a lot because of this foreign language; foreigners were the worst.

The fat man also talked to Zhao Hao about the topic he was most concerned about: the supernatural phenomenon in front of them.

In Fatty's words, "You're something special to have gone this far, and you said you often see unclean things, so you probably won't be able to escape this time. Once you get involved in this kind of thing, the Mysterious Bureau won't let someone like you go, and you'll have to stay in this circle from now on. I'm just telling you this in advance."

"After all, you weren't scared out of your wits when you saw the Twin Fusion Corpse of Black Iron 3-star, your mental fortitude is top-notch, you don't need this little bit of information..."

The fat man gave Zhao Hao a brief explanation of what superhumans, psionics, and the inner world are.

What is a superhuman? A person who possesses psychic abilities is a superhuman.

For example, Bi Debiao himself was an extraordinary bounty hunter.

Let's consider Zhao Hao as a mercenary or lone adventurer among the extraordinary individuals.

People like Zhao Hao are just ordinary people, or rather, mortals.

Superhumans are also ranked, with the lowest being Iron, followed by Bronze, Silver, Gold, and so on.

Zhao Hao immediately perked up: I know this very well! After gold comes platinum, diamonds, then master, then king!

The fat man said, "After Gold comes Star, but that's a legendary level, more like a concept. Legend has it that only Lao Tzu, Buddha Shakyamuni, and God Jehovah reached the Star level. That's all too far removed from reality. Even Silver hasn't seen anyone achieve it in over a hundred years..."

Are there no Master or Challenger players? Does that mean I'll never reach Challenger rank?!

According to the fat man, not everyone can become a superhuman; it requires a certain amount of extraordinary potential.

People like Zhao Hao have potential.

He can see strange lights, which in the Song Dynasty are called Yin-Yang Eyes or Heavenly Eyes. It's a relatively rare talent, indicating that he has considerable extraordinary potential.

Zhao Hao felt that if that was the case, then the twin sisters and Sean must also have extraordinary potential!

The twin sisters have a telepathic connection, but Sean has no idea what it is.

Heidegger chose the four of them as sacrifices for the ritual, which must have been because he saw their extraordinary potential!

"As for psychic energy... how should I put it? It's a mysterious and elusive energy. It manifests in many ways; basically, any legendary ability you can think of is related to psychic energy. In our Great Song Dynasty, psychic energy is also called spiritual qi. In other places, it's called spiritual power, magic power, etc.—it's all the same thing..."

"As for the inner world, there are two concepts. The first is the large circle in which we extraordinary individuals who cannot be made public belong, including those legendary extraordinary creatures and races."

Zhao Hao was taken aback and quickly asked, "Extraordinary beings, races? Like Heidegger?"

The fat man shook his head. "There are definitely more than just humans in this world. You'll encounter those legendary creatures and races in the future. As for the guy whose head you chopped off, he looked like he was mutated by some secret technique. He was just an ordinary person to begin with."

"You saw that ritual altar in the basement, right? There used to be a strange object there. It's a ritual to raise strange creatures, very dangerous. I reckon this isn't the first time he's killed someone as a sacrifice..."

"Strange creature?" Zhao Hao discovered another new term.

The fat man said impatiently, "Don't interrupt! I haven't even gotten to the second one yet!"

"Oh, Fatty, please say it!" Zhao Hao quickly coaxed.

"The second concept of the inner world is that such a place really exists! Its specific location cannot be described because it is not like up, down, left, right, east, west, south, or north... or rather, it is not even in the real world! Therefore, the real world is also called the surface world."

Not in the real world? Zhao Hao was a little confused. Could it be something like Platform Nine and Three-Quarters in Harry Potter?

Zhao Hao asked cautiously, "Could it be the legendary underworld?"

The fat man shook his head repeatedly, his cheeks jiggling as he did so: "No, no, no! The underworld is the underworld, two different places!"

Zhao Hao: "Holy crap! There really is an underworld!"

"The Inner World is called the Illusionary Spirit Realm in the Song Dynasty, and in some other countries it is also called the Spirit Realm. Like psionic energy, it has many names, but it is all the same place. The vast majority of extraordinary beings and races live in the Inner World. The specific reasons are complicated, so I won't go into details."

"No way! I don't have anything else to do anyway. Fatty, why don't you tell this newbie a story? Consider it helping out a fellow villager!"

The fat man waved his hand: "It's not that I find it troublesome to tell you, it's just that knowing too much is not good for you, who is still an ordinary person. It's not just about information and knowledge, it's also about burdens and dangers!"

Knowing that this was probably the end of the matter, Zhao Hao quickly said, "Fatty, I have one last question. It's a matter of life and death! I won't be at ease until I get the answer!"

"Fine, fine, go ahead and ask! This is the last one!" the fat man said impatiently.

Zhao Hao asked, "Fatty, what does 'spiritual vision' mean?"

Zhao Hao hadn't forgotten that his spiritual vision was as high as 22 points, which was definitely abnormal!

The fat man slapped his thigh: "Tsk! I knew I forgot something! You were born with the ability to see ghosts, your spiritual vision must be too high! It's all your fault for interrupting me, I forgot to mention it!"

Zhao Hao: If I hadn't asked, you probably would have genuinely forgotten to mention it. You know a lot, you're right, I'll let it go!

The fat man said, "So-called spiritual vision is the ability to perceive spiritual energy. Most of it is observed through the eyes, hence the name spiritual vision. Of course, some people can hear it, some can smell it, so some people call it spiritual inspiration."

"Having too high a spiritual vision is not a good thing, especially for ordinary people. You saw that twin fused corpse before, right? How did you feel? Having too high a spiritual vision greatly increases the chance of getting involved in some supernatural events. Many ordinary people with too high a spiritual vision eventually went insane due to the excessive mental shock, and countless people died."

"Many supernatural events don't actually involve ordinary people, but the key is to stay out of it. It's like seeing ghosts; if you can't see the supernatural, it can't find you. But if you do see it, you're probably doomed!"

Zhao Hao never expected that he had inherited such a huge problem! He quickly asked, "Is there any way to reduce spiritual vision?"

"No!" the fat man answered crisply.

"Many sects possess secret techniques for temporarily enhancing spiritual vision, which revert to normal afterward. However, permanently enhanced spiritual vision is virtually impossible to diminish. An increase in spiritual vision allows ordinary people to begin encountering extraordinary beings. And ordinary people who haven't undergone any special training are highly likely to suffer a mental breakdown as a result. Spiritual vision is an inevitable symbol of mortals sliding from the surface world into the inner world..."

The fat man patted Zhao Hao on the shoulder: "Frequent contact with strange and supernatural beings can even lead to an increasingly higher level of spiritual vision. And the higher the spiritual vision, the more dangerous it is, and the less you can hide. Be careful!"

Zhao Hao: Holy crap, my spiritual vision is super high!!!

Seeing that Zhao Hao was anxious to continue asking questions, the fat man quickly cut him off: "Stop! You won't be able to handle too much information in a short time, and don't ask any more questions! Knowing too much is not good for you. You'll gradually understand in the future. Besides, the spiritual energy in the outer world has been dormant for hundreds of years, it's not as serious as you think. Don't do anything reckless, it's not a big problem."

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Chapter 8 Secret Service Agents

The fat man said that the matter of the spiritual vision was not particularly serious, and that there should be no problem in the short term. Zhao Hao was somewhat relieved to hear this.

Seeing the dilapidated old house in front of him, he couldn't help but feel sad again.

With the security issue temporarily resolved, it's time to return to the issue of the rule of law!

What should we do with these several mutated corpses?

Of the five people who gathered, only Zhao Hao survived, and he still couldn't convince himself that he was innocent, even though he was also a victim.

The fat man didn't seem to care: "You don't need to worry about the police, this isn't their business..."

Zhao Hao's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that there's a department specifically in charge of this? Is it a relevant department?"

"What relevant department? Do you think this is the Song Dynasty?"

The fat man paused for a moment and said, "I'd completely forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it. I need to get going. With this commotion, the Mysterious Bureau is probably looking for us soon. I don't want to get entangled with those sniffs; it's too much trouble!"

"Hey, Fatty. We're brothers, show me the way!" In just a short while, they've already become brothers.

The fat man said, "Don't worry, the Bureau of Mysteries is quite easy to deal with for a newcomer like you. You're bound to encounter this kind of thing here. They'll just ask a few questions and it'll be over. They'll handle the aftermath, so don't worry about the police."

The fat man got up to leave, but after taking two steps he suddenly turned back: "Um..."

Zhao Hao, ever the smooth talker, quickly said, "Brother Fatty, just say what's on your mind! You gave me my life, what can't I say?!"

Fatty: Damn it, as soon as you see I'm leaving, you go from being Fatty the Master to Fatty Brother, huh?

"Here's the thing, your fused corpse heart should fetch a good price. I'm thinking if the Mysterious Bureau comes, they'll probably just confiscate it. Could you..."

Zhao Hao interrupted the fat man, "Stop talking, this is for you, Fatty! Take it, don't be polite with me, being polite means you're looking down on me!"

How could Zhao Hao dare to take the money? He felt uncomfortable just looking at it anyway, and rather than have it taken by that mysterious organization, he might as well give it to the fat man to gain a favor.

Zhao Hao was straightforward; Fatty, being a man from Northeast China, couldn't be a pushover, could he? He immediately declared: "The money must be paid! How can you take advantage of someone from your hometown?! I know you're new to the underworld and still a bit hesitant, but it's alright! I'll contact you to split the profits after I sell it."

That's all for now. The people from the Mysterious Bureau should be here soon. See you another day.

This is my phone number! Make sure you remember it!

The fat man left his phone number and left in a hurry.

He nimbly leaped over numerous obstacles, opened a window, and jumped out. He looked just like a bouncing ball on the ground!