Under the witness of the researchers in their lab coats and the strange flowers swaying to the music, Deputy Director Wan Mei successfully confessed his love to his fiancé. They embarked on their second romance.
Well, it sounds a bit unnecessary. But who knows how certain individuals’ minds work? As long as they’re happy, it’s all good.
After that, at the wedding venue, everyone happily enjoyed a meal from the staff cafeteria and went back to their work and research.
Mo Yang and Wan Mei went directly to Wan Mei’s personal research lab.
The lab was filled with all sorts of peculiar things that Mo Yang couldn’t even recognize. But he spoke up after just a quick glance, “The Phoenix Village game is over. Did you find anything?”
Wan Mei stood in front of an observation experiment table, tinkering with a Petri dish in his hand as he observed. “Hmm, those two Phoenix trees are not plants from Earth.”
“How do you know?”
Wan Mei raised an eyebrow and smiled. “If you observe carefully, you’ll realize that everything in the Dream World cannot appear out of thin air. Whether it’s the blank cards used in daily life or the black cards on weapons, as well as the red cards and gold cards, they all have a real-world basis. It could be a replica of items from the real world, or replicas that have been injected and adjusted with additional functions. But they can’t create things on their own.”
“So, although the Phoenix trees may look very similar to plants on Earth, the internal structure of the trees, their branch and leaf composition, and even the attributes of the Phoenix flowers are different from those of Earth’s plants. Even if we haven’t discovered all the plants and trees on Earth, such trees cannot grow on Earth. It’s like freshwater fish cannot survive in the ocean.”
“Well, maybe ordinary people wouldn’t notice this. But those with reliable expertise can still discover it.”
Mo Yang smirked. “No, you’re being too modest, genius. 99.99% of people on Earth wouldn’t notice this. They would just think it’s a fake game.”
Wan Mei smiled. “What is fake and what is real? Depending on one’s perspective and the boundary they stand on, no one can say for sure.”
“Just like how the Dream World seems fake to us, but for 006, 009, and even Feng Yu, Ouyang Yang, and Wei Shuyu, it is a real and cruel world.”
Mo Yang fell silent. Wan Mei was right.
“Feng Zhao… he should have really died, right? He told me he’s from the Phoenix Star.”
Wan Mei raised an eyebrow. No wonder he found that guy so unpleasant. Turns out he wasn’t even from Earth. What an extraterrestrial trash.
“I had my doubts before, but now I can be certain that he really isn’t from Earth. Feng Yu, Ouyang Chuo, are they from earth?” Mo Yang asked, but at the same time, he took out a pen and wrote something unrelated to the conversation.
[Do you have a way to prevent the Dream World from monitoring our conversation or thoughts?]
Wan Mei raised an eyebrow as he observed Mo Yang’s actions. Then he walked over from the experimental table, rested his hands on the desk, and looked at the paper.
“For now, I can’t say for sure, but there’s a good chance they aren’t Earthlings. After all, the Dream World has only been on Earth for a little over a month. If the NPCs were Earthlings, it would be difficult for them to find so many people willing to become mental entities all at once.”
“I’m currently researching and experimenting on it.”
Mo Yang nodded as he read those words and then burned the paper with an alcohol lamp. His emotions and mind were remarkably calm.
“So, are the games in the Dream World based on various planets as their replicas? Will we see many other planetary replicas in the future? 006, give me a shout, how many planets and worlds have you been to? It seems you guys are quite capable.”
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006’s voice sounded in Mo Yang’s ear, [Hehehe, host, you’re just realizing how capable we are! We’ve been to hundreds of planets with living beings, if not thousands! There, you can find all sorts of strange creatures.]
[That’s why you Earthlings are clever. Just by relying on the Phoenix Village, you could deduce this much. Indeed, the three core game genres in the Dream World, especially the mystery-solving and battling games, are based on the planets we’ve visited! So, the higher your game level gets in future challenges, the more you’ll see a variety of magical creatures and plants! Aren’t you excited!! Isn’t it fantastic?!]
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006 became restless at this point: [Oh, come on, host! When you go fishing tonight, make sure to buy some health-enhancing cards. Although we can’t afford level 5 or 6 cards, the third game is an escape challenge. It requires a high level of physical fitness, or else you might get caught and eaten!]
Mo Yang furrowed his brow. “I wanted to ask earlier, you said we can choose from three game genres, but why do you always directly tell me what game to choose? I haven’t made any choices, have I?”
006 responded matter-of-factly: [You can indeed choose from the three game genres. You can play a romance game, a mystery-solving game, or a battle and dungeon-crawling game. However, the difficulty of the game is determined based on your abilities and a bit of luck. We can’t have a pro like you playing a simple puzzle game, right? That would be a waste of resources, and waste is a crime that cannot be tolerated.]
So, I can only choose the type of game to play next, but beyond that, I have no say in the matter.
Heh.
Trashy games.
006: […Host, please stop criticizing the games all the time. Your karma might decrease.]
Mo Yang rolled his eyes and ignored it. “I’ll work on improving my basic attributes when I get back. You can leave now.”
006 pouted silently and went to fight with 009.
009 is very happy anyway, its host is a weak chicken, it feels that it can finally see its host’s defeated or humiliated expression. It is looking forward to this, but it has no idea that its host has already said to Mo Yang in a very calm tone: “You have to stay with me to exercise for the next five days. Since the next game is “Global Escape”, I am fine, but you definitely want to improve.”
Mo Yang thought this new boyfriend of his was crazy. “My current strength is 11, speed is 16, and agility is 18. Can you tell me your three basic values?!”
Dr. Wan Mei remained calm and said, “7, 8, 9.”
Mo Yang scoffed, “With your weak values, shouldn’t you want me to train you?!”
Then, Mo Yang saw a smile slowly spread across Wan Mei’s face as he spoke, “Well, would you like to try sparring with me?”
Mo Yang chuckled inwardly and stood up, adjusting his collar. “Sure, let’s give it a try. You need to reevaluate your position.”
He didn’t believe that he couldn’t defeat this self-righteous brat when his basic values were almost twice as high as Wan Mei’s.
Then, Wan Mei led Mo Yang to the indoor training ground of the research institute.
When they arrived, Long Xiang, the fierce and ruffian team captain, was shouting at the soldiers doing push-ups and frog jumps.
“Each of you is moving like you haven’t eaten! Did you only drink dishwater for lunch?! Straighten your backs! Squat down for me! If you can’t squat down, you look like you’re constipated?! Do you know that only the elite of the elite can enter the research institute? Don’t embarrass me! Faster, faster!”
After all the trained soldiers shouted loudly, their speed increased significantly.
Mo Yang swallowed nervously. Because he often went to the gym, he had a nice set of muscles on his body. He always thought his physical fitness was quite good. But looking at the row of young soldiers with muscles bulging on their arms, Mo Yang had an illusion that he was a weakling.
Just as he was thinking that, Long Xiang turned his head and saw the two of them.
“Hey! Isn’t this Dr. Wan and his little wife? What brings you to our humble place? Are you here to spice up your fitness routine?” Long Xiang said, winking.
Mo Yang responded by rolling his eyes without any courtesy. Wan Mei, on the other hand, looked at him coldly, making the team captain feel uncomfortable and bored.
“What’s with that look? Can’t I even make a joke?”
Wan Mei grabbed Mo Yang’s hand and led him towards the indoor combat room. Long Xiang chimed in, “Forget about your friends once you have a wife… Well, is that right?”
Mo Yang, influenced by the enthusiastic soldiers, took off his shirt and prepared himself for the combat session. The walls of the combat room were covered with special soft material, so they wouldn’t cause significant damage. The floor was also not hard, but covered with a layer of carpet. It was clear that this room was designed for researchers to practice combat.
Wan Mei only took off his white coat, revealing a light beige sweater and casual pants underneath.
Mo Yang felt a sense of familiarity with Wan Mei’s outfit, but before he could remember, Wan Mei spoke up, “Are you ready?”
Mo Yang raised an eyebrow and said, “Bring it on! I’ll make you beg for mercy and call me daddy!!”
Before he could finish his sentence, Wan Mei charged at him like a cheetah. Mo Yang quickly regained his focus to face the attack, but…
He was suddenly flipped over by Wan Mei.
Mo Yang: “???”
Wait, what just happened? How did I end up on the ground without even getting a hit on this guy?!
Mo Yang looked up to see Wan Mei, who was already on one knee, with his other hand pinching Mo Yang’s neck. Wan Mei looked at him and said, “Who’s calling who daddy?”
Mo Yang: “…” What the hell!!
How is it possible that this weakling with a strength of 7 can overpower me with my strength of 11?!
Mo Yang: “Wait! Did you cheat?! Did you use some unknown weakening potion on me? Otherwise, how could this weakling possibly overpower me?!”
Wan Mei chuckled and gently stroked his neck. “You’re not convinced?”
Mo Yang smirked. “Of course, I’m not convinced!”
“Oh, then let’s fight until you’re convinced.”
For the next hour, no matter how many techniques and methods the handsome Wan Mei thought would surely defeat his weakling boyfriend, he always ended up on the ground within three moves, unable to get up no matter how hard he tried. The most effective attempt was when he used a seductive move and touched Wan Mei’s abs, momentarily distracting him. But in the end, Wan Mei effortlessly pinned him down.
It was as if Wan Mei could anticipate every move he was about to make, trapping him within a range where he couldn’t escape. And on the rare occasions when Mo Yang managed to surprise him, with a slight touch on Wan Mei’s leg or arm, Mo Yang suddenly went numb and couldn’t move.
After an hour, Mo Yang felt like a turtle being flattened by a similar black dog. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his head and body onto the floor. The atmosphere in the combat room inexplicably heated up. Sitting next to him, Wan Mei only had a slightly sweaty forehead.
Wan Mei handed him a towel and, as Mo Yang took it, he asked one last question, “Who’s calling who daddy?”
Mo Yang gritted his teeth and snatched the towel. “Alright, I give up! Godfather! You happy now? Do you want to go down and spend some time with my real dad?”
Wan Mei: “…”
“No, I need to ensure the safety of my godson first.”
“Wipe off the sweat, get up, and walk around. Then I’ll set up a training plan for you.”
Although Mo Yang was silently mocking him in his mind, he still followed Wan Mei’s instructions and got up to move around.
“I never thought you would be so formidable. I didn’t believe it when people said you were better than Long Xiang in one-on-one fights, but now I believe it.”
The Great Demon of Wan didn’t show any proud expression. “It’s just that I can predict their next move. You just need to use your brain.”
Mo Yang snorted at his words. The problem was, not everyone had a brain like his.
Then Mo Yang followed Wan Mei out. On the way, Wan Mei watched the guard team led by Long Xiang in their half-hour combat training and, before leaving, he threw them an observation sheet, leaving Long Xiang grinning from ear to ear.
Mo Yang watched Wan Mei’s spotless white coat as he walked away and felt his heart pounding against the wall several times.
“Tsk.” Damn, he’s so handsome.
And so, Mo Yang began his grueling five-day physical training.
Three days later, Song Kefeng held a cigarette, took long strides, and kicked open the door of a private room in an underground club. He looked at the shocked men and women in the room, squinted his eyes, and waved his hand. “Take them all away!”
Initially, there was a moment of panic on their faces, but soon they regained their composure. They glanced at the man and woman sitting beside him, both of whom nodded subtly.
On the way, while the police car was driving, a large truck suddenly veered and directly rammed into their police car!
Magic tricks again?
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wao. directly smashing the police car.. how brave