Chapter 297: Secret Invasion of War

【Dimensional Apostle No. 99990909191 begins trial】

【Golden Eagle Federation (War Mode)】

【Trial Introduction: Beneath the ordinary lies a mystery bestowed by the gods, an inescapable fate.】

【Trial Objective: Prevent the Nightmare Walker from completing the sacrifice to awaken the God of Secrets—The Hidden Daughter】

【Trial Difficulty: F~??? Rank (Extremely Easy~Unknown)】

【Trial Reward: Return eligibility, choose one special skill】

【Trial Failure: None】

【Hint: This trial world belongs to the Nightmare Space; mission type is Covert Invasion】

【Hint: Paradise will provide a complete identity and corresponding language pack, but this identity is guaranteed to function fully only among native inhabitants of the trial world】

【Hint: This mission will not issue any tasks other than the trial objective, nor will it drop treasure chests; however, Paradise Points and War Points will be awarded upon completion based on your performance】

【Warning: Do not mention or reveal any information related to the Dimensional Paradise during the trial, or you will lose trial eligibility, be declared failed, forcibly returned to Paradise, and have all attributes reduced by 10 points】

【Warning: If mentioning or revealing Dimensional Paradise-related information causes severe damage, you will be punished severely according to regulations (including erasure)】

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Chu Danqing clutched his head, memories flooding his mind with a sensation of imminent explosion.

Fortunately, Paradise offered after-sales service with excellent technology, swiftly calming the mental chaos.

In an instant, Chu Danqing knew every memory of this man named William Hamlet.

He was an ordinary office worker, earning a modest salary and living an ordinary life.

Nothing unusual was expected for the rest of his days.

Until recently, a team of lawyers commissioned by a deceased relative arrived with a will.

The closest heir to the deceased was William.

He inherited a baronial title, an estate, several factories and shops, and a substantial bank deposit.

But inheriting this vast fortune could not be done remotely—since it involved a noble title, he had to travel in person.

He then set off by carriage, accompanied by a guide and the legal team.

Everyone eager to collect their fees agreed to the guide’s shortcut route.

Sometimes, shortcuts truly are a bad idea.

The shortcut was convenient—until the accident happened.

They were ambushed; the guide died instantly, William and the lawyers fled in disarray, and William eventually became separated from the group.

William was real—and he had been alive before.

But upon Chu Danqing’s arrival, Paradise forcibly erased him and replaced him with Chu Danqing.

When Chu Danqing opened his eyes, darkness surrounded him.

He now stood inside a dim cave, his clothing transformed—not Chinese style anymore, but Western.

Not just his clothes—his appearance had changed too.

The complete identity was indeed extraordinary; his entire being had been utterly rewritten.

Not just him—even Da Bao, Da Gu, and even Pure Yang Celestial General had adapted to fit this Western trial world.

“I wonder what identity Paradise gave Da Bao,” Chu Danqing muttered, glancing at Da Bao’s altered form.

Da Bao also sensed his change, waved a claw—and quickly dismissed it, realizing it didn’t affect his combat power.

He didn’t care about trivial matters.

“What’s your identity?” Chu Danqing asked Da Bao.

He didn’t expect much—Da Bao was merely a permanent summon in Paradise.

“Xiao Chu, de, bao, biao,” Da Bao replied haltingly.

Chu Danqing instantly understood: Da Bao had an identity, but it was inferior to his own.

The simplest proof: no full memories, only basic common knowledge.

Da Bao’s identity was fake; Chu Danqing’s was real—that was the difference.

But with Chu Danqing’s real identity, he could make Da Bao’s fake one real.

As for Da Gu and Da Bai, they had no identities at all—one was hidden in Chu Danqing’s arms disguised as a legal codex, the other resided inside Chu Danqing’s mind.

They didn’t need identities.

“What’s the situation now?” Chu Danqing didn’t yet understand his surroundings or how to proceed with the mission.

But according to the identity’s memories, he had to first locate the legal team, then travel to Mayflower Bay to claim the inheritance.

Paradise wouldn’t give him this identity without reason.

Perhaps obtaining the inheritance would reveal the Hidden Daughter—or help him complete the mission more smoothly.

But to inherit legally and legitimately, he needed the legal team and the will documents.

So he had to find them quickly.

After hearing Chu Danqing’s question, Da Bao scanned the darkness and said: “I have, a, discomfort, feeling.”

“Malice?” Chu Danqing asked.

Da Bao shook his head: “No, just, uncomfortable.”

Clearly, Da Bao’s intelligence couldn’t articulate this feeling effectively.

Chu Danqing couldn’t grasp it either—Da Bao’s description was too vague; even he couldn’t work with nothing.

“Alright, stay alert,” Chu Danqing replied. “Can you smell other people? We must catch up with them.”

Da Bao sniffed, then said: “Yes, but, dark, Xiao Chu, can you, see?”

Chu Danqing narrowed his eyes: “You feel it’s dark too?”

He expected darkness—he had no sensory enhancements—but for Da Bao to feel it was strange.

Da Bao's perception was enhanced by talent and skills; theoretically, this shouldn't be possible.

“Yes, can, see,” Da Bao replied.

That was odd—could see, yet felt dark.

Chu Danqing immediately understood: the environment was affected by something.

Upon arrival, the identity’s memories included not just personal history, but also knowledge of the Nightmare Space and Nightmare Walkers.

The Nightmare Space resembled the Death Realm—both high-pressure trials, most failures resulting in erasure.

But their focus differed: the Death Realm leaned toward the netherworld; the Nightmare Space leaned toward taboos.

Its Nightmare Walkers typically employed taboo modifications, unspeakable faiths, and sanity-eroding madness.

Like the Blood Scholar’s spellbook—on a Nightmare Walker’s hands, it might be the most harmless, lowest-cost item possible.

Death Envoys were merely violent; Nightmare Walkers were pure madmen.

Thus, Chu Danqing wondered: since this trial world belonged to the Nightmare Realm, its local deity was likely some kind of demon god.

That was bad news for Chu Danqing.

Especially with the difficulty rating—from F to question mark—this world was definitely not a Rank 1 trial world.

On the surface, it might seem Extremely Easy, but involving a god meant something beyond his level.

Chu Danqing considered: beyond the guaranteed reward, all further rewards depended on his performance.

What if he forged an alliance with a god?

Whether benevolent or malevolent, there might be ways to manipulate it.

If the god were benevolent, Paradise would likely increase its investment, making it a major contender in the struggle for this trial world.

If it was hostile, even simpler: deceive it first, then report to Paradise upon return to assess its value.

If worthless, break the alliance—his performance points were already secured; he didn’t believe the god could follow him.

If valuable, sell it to Paradise.

With Paradise’s generosity, he’d receive ample rewards.

Of course, the idea was sound—but execution would be difficult.

Unsurprisingly, this trial world’s rank was far higher than Guo Ming’s.

To deceive such a powerful being? It would be absurd if he succeeded.

The god would likely see through Chu Danqing’s schemes at a glance.

Success would require not just planning, but also the right opportunity.

“Let’s go. We must catch up with them—they’re key to the mission,” Chu Danqing said.

“I, carry, Xiao Chu,” Da Bao said, lifting Chu Danqing effortlessly.

The cave was treacherous, visibility poor; Chu Danqing’s stats were high, but moving alone was inconvenient.

Da Bao’s size made carrying him no hindrance whatsoever.

Chu Danqing naturally agreed.

Following the fading scent, Da Bao’s eyes grew increasingly crimson, emitting faint glows.

Simultaneously, Chu Danqing sensed threads of Blood Rage energy rising around Da Bao.

“What’s happening?” Chu Danqing asked immediately.

“Something, is, following, us,” Da Bao said in a low voice, claws already extended.

Chu Danqing scanned the surroundings—saw nothing.

War missions were indeed harsh.

In a regular trial, such trouble wouldn’t arise at the very start.

Dabao’s perception, among Stage One, was among the absolute peak, excluding those apprentices specialized in perception and detection.

Yet even so, he could only sense that something was following them, unable to pinpoint its location.

Otherwise, with Dabao’s strength, he would have immediately dropped Chu Danqing and charged straight at the opponent.

“Roar~” A low growl suddenly erupted from ahead.

Dabao instantly halted, activated his rending claws, and in an instant, Blood Fury surged through his entire body.

He then roared back just as fiercely, his voice far louder than the other’s.

Dabao rarely roared, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t—he was literally prefixed with “Beast.”

(End of Chapter)