Afterward, Kael returned to his room with a look of relief and lay down.
What he didn’t know was that in the dark corners of the Royal Capital of the Duchy of England, an unknown change was unfolding.
Erbium, a newbie gamer who had just started playing the game, enjoyed exploring the attractions at the gates of the Nether, as a newbie.
Including but not limited to fox women, spectresses, snake women ... Unfortunately, the game’s censorship system was too strict, preventing many scenarios Erbium enjoyed from unfolding.
Perhaps the lavish life of five days of brick-moving and one night on Romance Street was too extravagant. Not long after his class change to Infiltrator, he encountered a group of weird people knocking at his door soon after enjoying grapes from a fragrant fox woman.
When he first saw the group of odd people, he thought he had stumbled upon a hidden quest. Relying on his low level and no fear of death, he immediately followed these dubious individuals to see if there was any profit to be had.
But clearly, things were not as simple as he had imagined.
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In the sewers sprawling beneath the Royal Capital of the Duchy, he witnessed a scene that he was almost certain wouldn’t pass censorship... dead experimental bodies everywhere and a smirking "Frankenstein" who looked no good at first glance.
Erbium, instinctively feeling this person was detestable, didn’t hesitate to throw a punch directly at that grinning, pie-faced man.
What followed was a life akin to imprisonment, as the "Frankenstein" began to tinker with his body while smiling.
It wasn’t the indecent kind of tinkering, but rather a series of bizarre experiments on his body. Erbium was a player with intense curiosity.
Whereas a normal player might choose to reset their game character to the Resurrection Point upon seeing their body being transformed into a K-series creature, Erbium hummed a few "ow, hey" and continued to enjoy the body modification instead.
Alright, to be honest, Erbium just wanted to see what these strange NPCs that suddenly brought him to the sewer wanted to do.
For that, he didn’t even mind if his body was censored into a mosaic.
Speaking of which, these NPCs were quite peculiar.
Before tracking him down, they first asked him if he wanted to make a big deal, promising huge benefits that could last until he reached the Extraordinary Rank if successful.
Upon hearing this, Erbium immediately felt displeased.
Am I the kind of person who abandons principles for profit?
Hmm, I am!
Making money is not embarrassing!
He decisively put on a pleasing smile. If the benefits could last until the Extraordinary Rank and be sold to those NPCs, then inviting three beautiful maidens of different races from Romance Street to feed him grapes could probably last a month, right?
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Then the NPC who dragged him to the sewer revealed a radiant smile and said, "Good brother, the moment I saw you, I knew you were the right comrade for our Black Sun Church. Trust us, our Black Sun Church has first-rate promotion channels. As long as you can come back alive, end the guys under another bishop, and money and power will be yours in abundance."
Wow, it turned out to be a Church, but the people in this Church didn’t seem too upright. Not to mention why "ending the guys under another bishop" was necessary to climb the ranks and get rich, their pie-in-the-sky talk already smelled a bit like a pyramid scheme.
Of course, compared to that infamous industry, this guy’s schtick looked more like those companies that came to college for campus recruitment, each one outdoing the other with their PPT presentations. When it came to salary and benefits, they quickly diverted attention.
If by accident they managed to recruit a bunch of people into their enterprise, and after a month of 996, 007, cutthroat culture, and trainees needing to work harder ...
A mess of promises later, mid-month salary day arrives.
Social security and housing fund add up to 4000!
It doesn’t even reach the amount payable for personal income tax.
Classic, so classic!
That’s why, when he saw the person with the air of Frankenstein, he swung a punch without a second thought.
That’s right, all those miserable experiences from school recruitment to after graduation, they all happened to him ... a friend of his!
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The weirder thing was, even after taking a punch directly to the face of someone who looked like a major scam artist, he ... didn’t get angry.
Instead, he grinned at Erbium and said, "Excellent, very spirited. You threw a punch at me, a bishop, without thinking. That shows you really are a qualified Black Sun Believer!
Our Black Sun Believers must be capable of what others are not, daring to strike at their comrades at any time. Now, you already possess the initial qualifications!"
Even a dog would shake its head at these words.
It seemed like these people had a serious mental issue, praising him after being punched. Were they really a bunch of crazy Evil God Believers?
Soon enough, Erbium paid the price for his naivety.
"Ow, hey!"
Erbium, his body nearly swelling to the size of a tank, groaned.