Chapter 65: Spirit Catastrophe Game: Special Strategic Cooperation Partner (Request Follows!)

“Our country’s modern internal testing records began a hundred years ago.”

“People were continuously selected to enter Fuben , and disappearances grew daily, but our nation was in turmoil at the time, and these cases attracted little attention—people cared more about the current social situation.”

“The most bizarre thing was that during the first internal test’s twenty-year duration, the Spirit Catastrophe Game remained unknown to the outside world; anyone who learned of its existence would inexplicably die, as if infected by a virus.”

“Only a small number of lucky survivors emerged alive from the Fuben and secretly documented the events, hoping to reveal the truth to future generations.”

“At that time, the word ‘game’ did not yet exist.”

“They called it only—Spirit Catastrophe.”

At this, Xiezhi’s expression grew melancholy.

Back then, countless predecessors struggled to stabilize society while facing unpredictable Spirit Catastrophe Fuben .

In plain sight and in secret, they were pioneers who shed blood and life, planting seeds for the towering trees that now shade us.

Now their shade offers rest.

Their contributions were indispensable.

Yet few know their names.

“The second internal test was fifty years ago, lasting ten years,” said the Ancheng Minister, taking up the thread: “By then, the existence of the Spirit Catastrophe Game was publicly known, but player numbers remained low, so information mostly stayed within the circle.”

“Then came the third internal test ten years ago, lasting only five years—the very time when I and Old Xiezhi became players.”

“By then, players had formed a substantial group, hiding in plain sight among ordinary people—we became part of society.”

“The term ‘game’ was added after ‘Spirit Catastrophe,’ and special Fuben emerged—non-lethal, competitive types, among others.”

With this, the Ancheng Minister sighed.

It seemed he was reminiscing about the rugged days of old.

He hadn’t realized that he’d already been a player for ten years—youth truly never returns…

Xiezhi felt no such sentiment; he picked up the thread: “Now we are in the fourth internal test, lasting only two years—the one with the most selected players.”

“The internal test has ended.”

“The Spirit Catastrophe Game has officially announced public testing in fifty days. Didn’t you receive the notice?”

Xiezhi looked puzzled.

He remembered the full-server announcement was made just a few days ago!

After hearing the history of the Spirit Catastrophe Game’s arrival, Wu Wang’s mind raced with analysis, yet his face remained expressionless as he replied: “Of course I received it.”

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t have left the deep forest where I spent five or six years recovering from my injuries—I came out to see what’s going on.” His tone carried resignation.

Recovered from injuries for five or six years!

The keywords were instantly caught by Xiezhi and the Ancheng Minister; they exchanged a glance, confirming their shared thought.

Without doubt.

This seemingly youthful Dalao must be a player from the third internal test, not selected in these past two years.

He suffered severe injuries for some reason.

Hid away to heal, gradually building his current strength by soloing Fuben alone!

Wu Wang then asked a few more trivial questions, mostly about the current state of players—further convincing the two of their judgment.

“Thus and so… this and that…”

“That’s the situation. May I boldly ask—did you clear the nightmare-level solo Fuben 【Huangcun Zhi】?”

The Ancheng Minister looked at him with eager anticipation.

His questions.

He had answered them all openly, without reservation.

Even where his memory was fuzzy, the meticulous workaholic Xiezhi would surely fill in the gaps.

Now it was their turn to verify!

“I did. Any problem?” Wu Wang raised an eyebrow.

Come at me, Yan Shuangying! Don’t blame anyone else!

Yan Shuangying wields 【Xiao Chuan】!

Professional black sheep!

“We’d like to make a deal with you—or rather, have the Strange Affairs Bureau enter into cooperation with you,” said the one who spoke was not the ever-enthusiastic Ancheng Minister, but Xiezhi, who had occasionally filled in gaps.

Wu Wang heard the word “deal.”

He nearly had PTSD.

His mind involuntarily recalled a certain black-hearted penguin.

He blurted out: “Deal? I don’t top up Q coins!”

Xiezhi: “...”

Bro! Why does your mind always go off-track? How did the conversation suddenly shift like this?

But he suppressed the urge to mock Wu Wang and explained: “We want you to provide the clearance procedure for 【Huangcun Zhi】 as research material. Don’t worry—we’ll offer you satisfactory compensation.”

Nightmare-level Fuben have such low clearance rates.

That makes research even harder.

This clearance procedure is especially valuable!

Yet Wu Wang’s lip twitched.

He recalled his own actions in the Fuben , his second sister’s connection to it, the black-hearted penguin’s deus ex machina appearance, and finally the crying monster’s exchange with the seductive woman.

Shit! The complexity of this solo Fuben is impossible to explain clearly!

There are too many things I can’t reveal—even if I dared to speak, would you dare believe me?

“Sorry, this Fuben is too dangerous. Merely learning about certain elements could contaminate your mind. I don’t want to become a sinner.”

Wu Wang planned to use the Abyss God as a cover.

Let them know the mental contamination is severe, so they’d back off.

But the moment he spoke,

Xiezhi and the Ancheng Minister’s faces lit up; they spoke in unison: “Abyss-contaminated nightmare-level solo Fuben ?”

Huh? You guys seem to know about Abyss contamination?

Before Wu Wang could react,

Xiezhi pulled out his phone, tapped rapidly, then handed it over, asking: “Have you seen this in the Fuben ?”

It was a humanoid giant beast.

On its face were two exquisitely rendered vertical pupils, so detailed they drew the eye—upon closer look, these pupils weren’t grown, but drawn on.

Now it was Wu Wang’s turn to be stunned.

Seen it? He’d seen far more than that.

The Abyss God and I are old acquaintances!

My wrist still bears a simplified, condensed version—and right now, I’m even using His account to chat with you. Want to meet Him?

I guarantee you’ll grow five tentacles, three ears, a tail, and furry gills.

Wu Wang’s stunned expression was clearly seen by Xiezhi and the Ancheng Minister.

Now, they were even more eager.

This was the first nightmare-level Fuben ever found to be contaminated!

Holy shit! The value of this clearance procedure just skyrocketed!

“ Dalao ! Please, give us the procedure!” The Ancheng Minister was excited.

Wu Wang paused in thought.

Finally, he sighed: “I barely survived that Fuben . Its clearance procedure is as valuable to me as my dearest family, my own flesh and blood!”

“So you mean you can’t…?”

At this point,

His refusal was clear.

Disappointment flickered in the Ancheng Minister’s eyes.

But the next second, he spoke:

“Add money.”

The Ancheng Minister: “Huh?”

Wu Wang raised an eyebrow and repeated: “I need more money. If you don’t understand, I’ll translate—according to current macroeconomic conditions, I must reasonably increase the value.”

“As the saying goes—haggle on the spot!”

He’d figured it out.

The procedure didn’t have to be withheld.

Just conceal the parts I can’t reveal, and fabricate some content—easy enough.

Even if the Strange Affairs Bureau finds inconsistencies later, I can still plead:

Blame it all on the Abyss God’s contamination!

New-era master of the blame game!

Just dump every bad thing on the Abyss God!

“What do you need? Gear? Equipment? Or a favor from the Strange Affairs Bureau? Don’t worry—the extra payment will be handled separately—we won’t shortchange you.”

Xiezhi asked in detail.

But the next second.

The other party’s reply was unexpected again.

“The additional payment requirement is—help me find an unstarted Nightmare-level team dungeon, and tell me how to enter it.”

Wu Wang said with a blank expression.

Xiezhi was dumbfounded, instinctively letting out a confused sound: “Huh?”

No way, man!

Who in their right mind chases after Nightmare-level dungeons!

He didn’t know this was Wu Wang’s way to rapidly boost his strength, nor that the other was desperate to grow stronger and smash the Cult of Disaster’s head in.

He only knew—this act was suicide!

Do you think Nightmare-level dungeons are something you just walk into?

How many lives do you think you have, to be this reckless!

“You… aren’t joking?”

Wu Wang pulled a bottle of cola from his backpack, took a small sip, and sneered: “I never lie.”

I! The world’s only designated immortal, pilot of the Yuanshen account, special strategic partner of the Spirit Disaster Game, expert in retreating from battle, and part-time contrarian master.

What’s wrong with wanting to speed-clear a few Nightmare-level dungeons to level up? Do you have a problem with that?

Isn’t my level just 6?

Do you look down on me that much?

Then I’ll really have to clear a few more Nightmare-level dungeons to prove it to you!