Chapter 90: The Introducer

Players who had truly "bricked" (grinded) in the game for a day saw this post after logging off.

This post had already been seen by some players who hadn't logged on, as well as those without a Helmet, and its popularity suddenly soared.

Sexy Luoshen: Yay, I knew I'd see a post like this when I woke up, the officials are giving out Helmets!

You'eryuan: It's a good thing I already have a Helmet, I'd rather awaken... but let's leave the translation work to Ai Ai, I really don't have the ability for that.

Ai Ai Who Can Paint: Does anyone want to learn basic Pinyin? I can teach!

Fancy Tenor to Ai Ai Who Can Paint: Urgently needed, I really need a Helmet!

Falling Leaves Listening to Autumn: I want a Helmet too, hurry up and open the library, I'll have my grandfather help me translate.

After saying this, Falling Leaves Listening to Autumn ran to his grandfather's study, poked his head in, and asked, "Old man, is there anything you've been wanting to eat lately?"

"I want to drink milk tea." The old man raised his head, "Are you buying?"

"I can buy you some sugar-free, but you can't drink too much." Falling Leaves Listening to Autumn trotted into the study, then leaned on the desk and asked, "It's just that I have something I need your help with."

"What is it?"

"I want to translate something."

The old man laughed as soon as he heard this, "You know the languages of six countries yourself, and you still need me to help you translate?"

"It's a language created in a game, not one that exists on our Earth, so I thought of you, didn't I?" Falling Leaves Listening to Autumn's grandfather had translated a vast amount of coded text and ancient texts that had been lost for a long time, most of which were languages that had long since vanished from this world.

He had even dabbled in Egyptian hieroglyphs and had once participated in an international scientific expedition team's research.

However, as soon as he heard it was a game, the old man became a bit displeased, "How old are you now? You're already a doctoral student, don't always think about playing games all day, you should..."

"Stop right there, this is an epoch-making game, representing one of our country's most cutting-edge technologies." Falling Leaves Listening to Autumn began to introduce it, "By wearing the Helmet, you can play while you sleep, which is equivalent to a person having 24 hours of time. Isn't that a good thing? In the future, I'll never feel that work is too tiring or that I can't catch my breath. Isn't it a great thing to lie in bed, playing while sleeping?"

"There's such a thing?" The old man became interested at once and opened his computer to start checking the official forum.

"This game... isn't it just a game for fighting monsters?" The old man shook his head, but thinking that this game could really allow his grandson to not delay his daytime research work, he could only smile knowingly, "Let me see what the writing system here is like. It's just a game, there shouldn't be anything too difficult."

Just like that, Ai Ai began to become the primary introductory teacher.

Her and Yezi's Tana Language was likely the best, so the two of them spent almost the entire day summarizing the basic language and popularizing some slang.

Simple, yet sufficient for most players to get started, the Tana characters appeared on the page.

It was just a pity that the official forum couldn't display Tana Language, so they couldn't communicate directly using it.

As night fell, Yezi put her Helmet back on; having taught Tana Language all day, she was now dizzy and in desperate need of rest.

Climbing up from her familiar bed, Yezi changed into her dance skirt. She still had to teach a noble lady to dance in the morning, but that would be it for today; she had already requested half a month of leave from Emond, and this was the final lesson.

"Oh, my Yezi, I heard you're going to rest for a while?" Mrs. Emier came over with her daughter and asked in a shrill voice, "But then again, Tana City is too chaotic right now, and the Emond Theater is surrounded by those Sun God Cult guys. They don't understand what appreciation is at all."

"Mrs. Emier, if they come to appreciate it, sooner or later they will be influenced by Sister Yezi and gain a bit of artistic sensibility." Mrs. Emier's daughter, Zola Emier, was Yezi's newly accepted apprentice. This girl had learned ballroom dancing when she was young and had done some basic training; she could be considered the one with the best physical fitness among all of Yezi's students.

She pulled Zola's hand with satisfaction, nodded, and then said in broken Tana Language: "Art has no borders."

"Only you would think that. It's a real pity that the Edmond Theater has to stop performances for a while now," Mrs. Emier said regretfully, "I really don't want the Edmond Theater to become the exclusive theater of the Sun God Cult, that would be too much of a grievance for you."

Yezi shook her head, "It doesn't matter."

"Oh, by the way, I heard you also went to the Shooting Club next door to study for a while?" Mrs. Emier was unwilling to give up this opportunity for conversation, "If possible, I hope you can take my daughter there to learn as well. You know, I really can't rest easy about her safety. If she could learn it, even if she encountered those so-called, uh, Transcendental Events, she would have a certain ability to escape."

If one really encountered that kind of thing, relying on firearms might not be of much use.

Of course, Yezi had never truly encountered one; in the few battles she had been in, she was always on the periphery and had not gone up to participate.

However, she could now introduce newcomers to the Shooting Club. It had to be said that this sport was very suitable for young ladies of noble families; it didn't require being too exposed, it wasn't overly exhausting, the safety was higher, and firearms were easier to carry.

It was just a pity that, up to now, Yezi had not completed that Hidden Task.

After agreeing, she began to teach Zola to practice. Time flew by, and the half-day lesson ended quickly.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Zola leaned in and said, "Teacher Yezi, have you ever heard of the gathering of transcendents at the Shooting Club?"

"This..." Yezi shook her head, not expecting that her little apprentice would actually know about the Shooting Club.

"Actually, it's me who wants to join the Shooting Club. I heard that one can become a transcendent there. I... I've always wanted to try, but my parents don't want me to touch this circle. They always say this circle is very dangerous."

Children are always interested in such strange and peculiar things.

Yezi certainly understood.

She even felt that becoming a transcendent was nothing, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

After all, every player hoped to become a transcendent.

"I really haven't heard of it." Yezi spread her hands helplessly, "Maybe there have just been too many things happening lately?"

"Your Tana Language has become much more fluent, eh." Zola said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, anyway, let me go over and take a look. I'm also very interested in shooting. If I could run into a gathering of transcendents, that would be even better."

Thanks to Cherry-colored Summer for the tip. Recently, on one hand, I've been in a bad mood, and on the other, I've been truly too busy, so the updates have been a bit late. I will strive to recover next week.

(End of this chapter)