Chapter 149: Legendary Player's Chance to Resurrect

After Zhang Jie died, Yu Xiaomo collapsed for a while; thereafter she locked herself tightly in her bedroom, refusing to go out, and no one could help.

And she of course also knew the outside situation, so she summoned her Hei Si Bandit Gang to help the Dream Management Bureau clear Nightmares in the outside world.

Yu Xiaomo often recalls the days she spent with you, and even more so realizes that in your final days, it was she who encouraged you to enter the Ultimate Game; for this, she is filled with regret.

In a sense, she is also the culprit who pushed you toward death; she also often wonders what her purpose was in seeking the Genesis Permit.

Is it to conquer the world? Impossible; she merely wanted to keep moving forward with you, she merely wanted to accompany you under the guise of an arch‑enemy.

She never disliked you; she merely used the wrong method back then.

Regarding the act of personally pushing you toward death, she feels guilty; clearly you had already sensed the danger, yet everything in this world kept pushing him forward, and likewise includes Yu Xiaomo herself.

This situation lasted half a month, until the Ultimate Game ceased maintenance, whereupon Yu Xiaomo finally left her room and entered the Ultimate Game once again.

In the game, nothing appeared to have changed; the first layer, the second time around, were the same, until she reached the third layer....

She looked in disbelief at the figure on the throne, and there sat— you!

Yu Xiaomo felt hope ignite; you actually aren't dead!

She tried to call you, tried to approach you, but could not; the you on the throne merely moved a finger, and a huge sword almost killed her, which left her incredulous.

Later, after investigation by other masters, she was astonished to discover that those Nightmares invading reality from outside were actually born from you!

In other words, you have now become the enemy of the whole world!

If you are not killed, the real world will sooner or later fall!

"I refuse to accept this ending!" Yu Xiaomo shouted in protest, but facts outweigh eloquence; at this moment Zhang Jie is precisely the target they aim to kill in the Second Stage, the Ultimate Goal.

Yu Xiaomo tried to prove you were still the original you, but to no avail; several times she almost got killed by you, and she was utterly desperate.

She hopes you will come back, even if you continue to dislike her, as long as you return.

Liu Delie is the same, but he is more rational; his idea is to continue studying arcane arts, trying to find a magic that can wake people up.

But what they did was ultimately futile; during this period, some masters privately formed a team to attack you, were all slain by you, and directly turned into Nightmares for your use, making the battlefield situation even worse.

And you continue to dispatch Nightmares without cease to invade reality; even if the Dream Management Bureau puts all its effort into eradicating Nightmares, it is of no use, the world's total population keeps dwindling, and the situation has become perilous.

Consciousness hazy, constant noise ringing in his mind, Zhang Jie furrowed his brows, forcing himself to open his eyes.

The surrounding space was a familiar white, the system panel before him flickered nonstop, and it seemed to display some important information.

"Where is this...?"

Zhang Jie rubbed his head; he remembered that just moments ago he had still been boss‑rushing in the Ultimate Game.

Oh right, he seemed to have died.

Damn! What the hell!

Zhang Jie widened his eyes, looking at his frail body.

This feeling of weakness— he hadn't felt it for ages, and now it appeared once again on Zhang Jie.

"What the hell kind of situation is this...?"

Zhang Jie looked bewildered, scratched his head, and gazed at the system panel before him.

"Hello, Legendary Player"

"You have died, but as the most esteemed Legendary Player, you will have one chance to be resurrected!"

"A Legendary Quest has been issued!"

"Quest introduction: Personally execute the false new king! Reclaim everything that is yours!"

"Ultimate quest reward: Genesis Permit, dispel the false, and see the truth."

"What the heck is this?"

Zhang Jie scratched his head, then immediately clicked the accept button; the next moment his avatar instantly appeared in Dream Online.

Only now could Zhang Jie finally view his own system panel.

"?"

"Holy shit!"

Zhang Jie saw that all the numbers on his panel were 10, and he fell completely into a state of bewilderment.

"My stats! My attributes!!!"

After a check, Zhang Jie finally understood his current situation.

Now he, his talent can still be used normally, but his items and attributes are all lost; the only item left is his own Nightmare Staff Sword.

As for the Summon Nightmare skill, aside from the four veteran Nightmares like Crimson Veil Dark Blade, all other Nightmares have vanished, and even the Arcane Ancient Dragon is completely gone.

"I####!"

Zhang Jie couldn't help but curse; who could stand this!

Moreover, he now doesn't even have the key to exit Dream Online.

"I don't even know how Mom and Yu Xiaomo are doing..."

Zhang Jie thought, opened his communications page, found Yu Xiaomo and Liu Delie, and sent each of them a message.

Soon the system jolted violently, and Liu Delie and Yu Xiaomo began bombarding his chat box in turns.

I Love Eating Pickled Cabbage Scratching Meat: "Holy shit! Your account got stolen?"

I Love Eating Pickled Cabbage Scratching Meat: "Damn! Dare to steal my brother's number! You're asking for death! If you've got the guts, send your location! Watch me beat you in real life!"

Zhang Jie gave a black‑line face, casually sent a location to the other party; the other party stared for a moment, then resumed the message barrage, though it seemed to be just meaningless profanity.

"Xiao Mo:???"

"Xiao Mo: Is it haunted?"

"Xiao Mo: No! You are the Nightmare King!"

"Xiao Mo: Quickly hand over Zhang Jie's body!"

"Zhang Jie:???"

What the hell is this? Hey, what unspeakable thing did the Nightmare King do while holding my corpse?

Zhang Jie only felt doubts piling up; helpless, he had no choice but to also send a location to Yu Xiaomo, then wait silently in place for the two to arrive.

Soon, two figures hurried over....

ps: Three hundred thousand words have been reached; here, Ginseng has some words to bring to all adoptive fathers; these words don't count toward the update count.

(Today I received the manuscript fee; it should have been a happy day, but I'm feeling very.... awkward, the reason being that I participated in a writing contest; this novel entered the apocalyptic sci-fi category, and I actually wrote it leaning toward sci-fi)

(But the foreign persimmon system turned my novel into high martial arts, and high martial arts isn't within the writing contest scope; that's why I directly lost over six thousand in manuscript fees....)

(Even if I finally managed to adjust the label back, it was of no avail; a large sum of money just slipped away like that....)

(My editor also comforted me, telling me I could earn it back in the future, but this is the hardest part: how many more futures does this novel have?)

(Let me say this to all adoptive fathers: the novel's situation seems fine, but actually every step is walking on the edge of sudden death; perhaps one day it will die silently, without anyone knowing where it died.)

(Next door, there were several simulators; they had already quietly died several weeks ago, and I only discovered it today.)

(I also know that there are my own reasons here; perhaps it's because my writing isn't good enough, but... after all I'm not some expert, achieving such results, I'm actually quite satisfied.)

(All adoptive fathers need not worry too much; the simulator topic is actually inherently hard to write at length; as long as this novel can still bring me enough income to make a living, I will absolutely not stop updating.)

(Saying all this, Ginseng is actually not here to sell misery, nor has it ever actively solicited gifts from all adoptive fathers; the reason I say so much is simply to tell all adoptive fathers that Ginseng hopes they cherish each day now, cherish the days we spend together; this novel has gotten this far solely thanks to the support of all adoptive fathers.)

(I won't say more; then let's wish all adoptive fathers more and more snakes, longer and longer snakes, fiercer and fiercer snakes!)

(I am Nine-turn Great Ginseng; I look forward to spending future days with all adoptive fathers; see you tomorrow!)