Chapter 511: Customization

Instance Name: "Mitra Academy"

Instance Details: Unknown who created it, it's a memory from several years ago, now turned into a game instance by someone; inside, time is completely frozen relative to the outside! It's an excellent spot for exploration and Level Up, so hurry and bring your companions in to Level Up?

Looks like some no‑brand, no‑content little game.

Xi Ren Sheng couldn't hold back the urge to make fun of it.

Meng Kexin and Hua Jian Lei, along with Lao Bao, flew back overnight; Meng Kexin probably didn't expect that she had just arrived at Shoudu, her work hadn't officially started, and she turned around back to this small county town.

She just rented a house over there, only to find she couldn't live in it at all.

When they arrived here, they couldn't even find a proper meeting room for a serious conversation; they only booked a private room in a high‑end bar.

Meng Kexin personally watched Lao Bao and Hua Jian Lei execute a skillful combo, shooed the front desk away from bothering them, and confirmed there were no eavesdropping devices in the private room.

She stubbornly watched Xi Ren Sheng, after arriving, perform magic, conjuring a classroom whiteboard in the dim private room of the bar, while Hua Jian Lei was fiddling with lighting there for a while, making it only that dazzling.

It was only after the orange‑haired Sha Ma Te and Yang Yixie reminded him that Hua Jian Lei switched to the brightest lamp in the bar, which might even be for the cleaning staff.

Although it seemed somewhat reliable, after learning that Yang Yixie and another black‑haired person had actually entered by climbing through a window, Meng Kexin almost lost her composure.

Mainly because she was usually far away in Tianmian City, the rumors she heard had overly mystified 'entropy increase', and now, seeing...

What entropy increase? Entropy Increase Kindergarten?

"Since time completely pauses after entering the game, there's no need to specifically call me over."

Meng Kexin glanced at the words Xi Ren Sheng had written on the whiteboard, then looked at Yang Yixie.

He looked no different from the side she had seen before, wearing heavy Black-framed Glasses, his attire rather neat, standing out from the surroundings.

He looked like a little white rabbit that fell into a big wolf's den.

But that's not a little white rabbit at all?

Meng Kexin couldn't help a cold sneer, not to mention the other chaotic people who seemed to revolve around Yang Yixie, and Ying Duo's deeds in the game—this guy is no rabbit.

"No, I called you here for another reason."

Yang Yixie shook his head, raised a hand, and a corpse lay stiffly on the small long table in the private room.

Perhaps the table never imagined it would hold wine, cups, fruit trays, and one day a corpse.

Seeing the suddenly placed corpse, clearly dead for some time, Meng Kexin fell into thought.

"So, you want me to help bury the corpse?"

They aren't trying to use this to give her a warning, are they?

Meng Kexin's eyes quietly chilled; although she could still turn a blind eye to what those few did in the game, if they already disregarded this world's laws, she must consider whether continuing the cooperation is necessary.

"No, I want you to help see if he's still salvageable?"

Meng Kexin smiled gently at him, "What do you think?"

Holding such a frozen corpse and asking her: any hope? Why don't you say you want me to perform a big resurrection?

Meng Kexin couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Yang Yixie couldn't help touching his nose; his previous interactions with Meng Kexin were mostly in the game, and although the time wasn't long, his impression of the in‑game Meng Kexin was fading.

But that seemed unable to change Meng Kexin's almost innate dominance, especially after meeting in person, the feeling was even more evident.

"Before this, do you know the Divine Oracle?"

Xi Ren Sheng mysteriously patted Meng Kexin's shoulder and said seriously.

Meng Kexin looked at him curiously; evidently, among these, Xi Ren Sheng's lack of distance was the most obvious.

Meng Kexin naturally knew the Divine Oracle existed, but when she heard Xi Ren Sheng's "protagonist theory" firsthand, she couldn't help being silent.

Sure enough, she must have stumbled into some chuunibyou teen gathering?

But Yang Yixie's claim that she is the Divine Oracle is truly daring; should we say they have guts? Or are they completely brainless?

"Just testing my idea."

Yang Yixie finally pushed Xi Ren Sheng aside, interrupting his output.

If this keeps up, Xi Ren Sheng still hasn't decided which female role number to assign Meng Kexin in the script.

Yang Yixie focused a bit and saw the level number above Meng Kexin's head.

Level 31......

This level is already considered high among players; Meng Kexin has never relaxed her Aberrant Arts cultivation, but according to Yang Yixie's idea of re‑anchoring Bai Mu Yun's disembodied consciousness into this body, the level is still a bit low.

After explaining his idea, Yang Yixie extended an invitation to Meng Kexin.

"So, will you team up with us?"

Yang Yixie's Team Channel is now very clean; for them, the instance might be the only, and last, place for real combat training.

And it's also a crucial way to quickly raise levels.

Given that power can be quickly enhanced, Meng Kexin naturally wouldn't miss such a good chance.

"But there's one thing; you won't mind me bringing it up now, will you?"

Meng Kexin gladly accepted Yang Yixie's team invitation, but after the words fell, she suddenly brought up something else.

"Remember? You once said you'd make a weapon for me."

"I hope you can fulfill that promise in reality."

In the game, Meng Kexin could easily obtain some Rune weapons through the Chen Family's influence; considering her contributions, those old stewards couldn't block her.

But in reality, Meng Kexin has no way to acquire weapons.

Before she could hide under the official's protective umbrella; now, whether facing the instance or potential dangers, she needs some self‑defense weapons.

Although she is a Special Ability Practitioner of the Consciousness Law, seemingly born as a backstage mage or support, she has that ability—why not use it?

"No problem, what kind of weapon do you want?"

Yang Yixie readily agreed; his modifications had already been stacked with materials to a high level, and reaching full level for the Modification wouldn't take much time.

"Hmm... melee? Something discreet, or even if I swagger it on the street, it wouldn't raise suspicion?"

Yang Yixie recorded Meng Kexin's thoughts, suddenly had a marvelous idea, and turned to ask about some of Meng Kexin's combat habits.

A moment later, Yang Yixie let Meng Kexin face Lao Bao; he needed to confirm a few matters, then could begin crafting Meng Kexin's exclusive weapon.