Chapter 94: Third Character Template, Miracle!

Chiba Prefecture, a mountain temple.

A figure sat cross‑legged in the courtyard, with clean, sharp black fragmented hair, a fair and handsome appearance, and a slender, aesthetically pleasing body.

The night wind blew, and the leaves rustled.

Jiecheng Wu's expression shifted slightly, and his high, straight nose twitched as his eyelashes quivered.

"They've appeared, all of them have appeared."

In that dark world constructed by a virtual panel.

A massive door blazing with flames suddenly materialized, and Huoshen Daga slowly stepped out from within, before Jiecheng Wu could react.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Immediately after, five more doors of different colors thundered up from the ground.

A crimson door stood in the center, exuding an aura like the sun hanging in the sky, its surface engraved with multicolored double‑pupil patterns, and faint flowing light resembling the sun and moon.

Seijuro Akashi stood before it, with scarlet hair and double pupils like red glass; of average height, yet when he lifted his gaze he possessed an extraordinary dignity.

And beside him, four more doors formed an arch as guardians.

The violet door was mysterious and massive, the yellow door blank and featureless, the indigo door bore chaotic lines with no order.

The green door, however, was dotted with stars; linking the stars formed various constellations, their radiant flow seeming to reveal a sense of destiny.

In front of each door stood a figure, each exuding a different aura.

Some were cold, some unruly, some dignified, some naïvely simple, but without exception they all possessed an absolute aura of strength.

Except for Hei Zi Zhe, the entire Miracle Generation gathered!

"Do we need to choose one?"

Looking at the scene before him, Jiecheng Wu hurriedly opened the virtual panel.

However.

In the instant he clicked into the Third Character Template loading area.

What he saw made his pupils quake instantly!

Six figures were packed onto a template screen like a group photo, with the word 'Miracle' written on it.

"Real... fake?!"

Jiecheng Wu's eyes widened to the full circle, utterly incredulous.

He clicked several times on the character template labeled 'Miracle', but no matter how he tried to select it with his mind, the template would not subdivide further.

All six of them were truly bundled together!

"The Miracle Template... actually contains all miracles!"

A storm of astonishment rose in Jiecheng Wu's heart, yet his face broke into an uncontrollable brilliant smile.

Just when he finished yawning, a pillow arrived!

He had just figured out his future path, intending to use the Miracle Generation's abilities as a foundation, and this character panel immediately gave him such a huge surprise.

The next second.

"Confirm!"

Jiecheng Wu, resolutely decisive, mentally clicked the load button on the Miracle template.

After a short while, the progress bar finished transitioning.

A door flickering with blue lightning rose upright behind Jiecheng Wu, and the six doors began to shift positions, encircling him like a host of stars surrounding the moon.

As the template finished loading, the expressions of the Miracle Generation members became more lively.

"It can be played like this?"

A piece of information suddenly entered his mind, and Jiecheng Wu instantly understood the purpose of this space.

He thought for a moment, and his right hand pressed downward into the air.

The space trembled instantly, the world blossomed with light, and everything before his eyes changed.

The sun and white clouds hung in the sky, and the Du Da Sai finals arena suddenly appeared before him.

"Even the air is this fresh."

Jiecheng Wu's pen tip twitched, a gentle breeze ruffled his fragmented hair as he looked around.

The ground beneath his feet was divided into zones by white lines; a long dividing net split the field into two halves, and a referee's chair stood on the right side of the net.

Jiecheng Wu then stamped his foot.

Clap! Clap!

Feeling the solid ground beneath, he continued to circle around.

Here not only was the tennis court for the match, but the spectator seats were also prepared, even with the audience from the Du Da Sai finals seated there.

The brief exploration ended.

"Time to get down to business!"

Jiecheng Wu stepped onto the court, extended his right hand, his five fingers forming a phantom grip, and in the next second his usual tennis racket materialized in his hand.

He then looked toward the opposite side of the court, his gaze slightly narrowed.

A name flashed through his mind.

Soon, an unusually tall and burly figure leisurely walked onto the court; the newcomer was Ziyuan Dun of the Miracle Generation.

"Um, why am I playing tennis here?"

Like a real person, Ziyuan Dun looked at the racket in his hand with confusion, his eyes full of bewilderment.

"But since Jiecheng Wu said so, I'll just do it properly."

Beep!

A whistle sounded.

"The match begins—

Jiecheng Wu VS Ziyuan Dun!"

The referee's voice fell.

"Ziyuan, give it your all and beat me!" Jiecheng Wu said in a low voice.

Ziyuan Dun, standing at the baseline, immediately turned serious, his hair pulled back, his expression stern and sharp, his terrifying deterrence and pressure instantly spreading.

This state that would only appear when encountering a strong opponent actually appeared suddenly because of a single command from Jiecheng Wu.

The rules of tennis appeared in Ziyuan's mind.

He brushed over the racket in his hand, his eyes showing no emotional change.

Swish!

Ziyuan tossed the tennis ball up somewhat unskillfully, and as his body moved, he pressed down awkwardly with the racket in his hand.

Bang!

Boom! A purple beam instantly poured into the service area, its strong force leaving a deep mark on the tennis ball on the ground.

Jiecheng Wu's eyes flickered slightly.

Ziyuan had never played tennis, so he treated the racket as a palm, the tennis ball as a basketball, imagined the hoop lying on the ground, and served using a dunk's force.

"The power is indeed strong, but the gap between basketball and tennis is far larger than imagined."

Jiecheng Wu's figure darted, quickly appearing in front of the tennis ball.

Memories of Ziyuan's abilities instantly surfaced in his mind; at his level, techniques that once required a long time to convert could now be used after just a glance.

Swish!

The racket whistled out, its face like a broad palm, firmly gripping the tennis ball in the palm.

Claw!

Bang!

The tennis ball's immense force was instantly neutralized by the racket, its momentum dissipated, and it was pulled diagonally across.

Combined with Jiecheng Wu's own tennis skills, this move that Ziyuan used for grabbing rebounds was transformed by him into a defensive method for catching the ball.

At the same time, the fusion degree of the Miracle Template increased slightly in real time.

Thud thud thud!

Ziyuan's tall figure ran across the court, catching up to the falling tennis ball, at which point new memories appeared in his mind.

All that could be seen was his figure shifting, adopting the same motion posture as Jiecheng Wu.

In the next instant, the racket whistled toward the tennis ball.

Claw!

Before the racket, it seemed as if a purple palm truly existed, firmly gripping the tennis ball!

Bang!

The tennis ball lingered at the center of the racket face, then a purple lightning streak flashed from the corner of Ziyuan's eye as the racket slammed forward.

Boom!

"Ziyuan Dun leads, 15-0!"

The second and third came later.