Chapter 82

Hm, I'm back...

Qi Feng's stack of wooden boxes filled with copper coins was still piled up on the road, with the hydraulic cart beside it.

It seems I don't have to worry about making a living in the Immortal Sword realm for the rest of my life. But then again, if I really do defeat the Water Demon, level the Old Man Baiyue, and help Zhao Ling'er become the Queen of Nanzhao, it wouldn't be bad to be a small city lord in this picturesque place. I could practice my skills, collect rent when I'm short on money, and live a carefree life. When my flying sword technique is perfected, I could fly around the world whenever I'm bored.

"…On the night of the full moon, atop the Forbidden Peak, a sword comes from the west, a celestial fairy descends from the heavens…" Qi Feng started to fantasize about himself in a flowing white robe, riding the wind with his sword. "City Lord of XX… Qi Feng…"

Hmm, indeed, naming is truly a skill. Compared to City Lord Baiyun, I really fall short. Ye Guocheng, just hearing his name, one immediately imagines a fully-fledged image of a martial arts master, wealthy, and handsome. Sigh, I can only blame my science-major father for his lack of literary talent. Thinking of the maple trees everywhere in Canada when he studied there, he named me after them, completely unaware that the name actually refers to a type of cake!

So, naming after local famous plants is definitely not reliable. But after venting, Qi Feng felt he was still quite lucky. If his father had gone to Japan, he might have been named Qi Ying (Abandoned Baby). If he had gone to Mexico, what would Qi Cactus be?

Cough, I'm off-topic again. Qi Feng realized that his ability to go off-topic had greatly improved recently. Actually, today he was supposed to come to the Immortal Sword realm to collect two pieces of equipment and then go on a space adventure. Cough, in the future, he should mind his own business. Heroes like Li Xiaoyao should be left to do their job. He shouldn't always take over and busy himself. His goal should be to collect game items, and leave the savior role to the main characters.

Qi Feng used his ability to return to his dorm from the subspace. Looking up at the sky outside, it was evening again. Another day had passed. But his day had been incredibly long, fighting monsters, collecting Dragon Balls to save the world, and even organizing a small but meaningful diplomatic event...

At this moment, the study group from his dorm returned in triumph. "Triumph" meant they had won the battle for seats in the library; otherwise, they would have been back in the dorm by seven.

"Eh? Fengzi, you're back?..." Old Feng pushed the door open and stopped mid-sentence. Everyone came in and stared at Qi Feng in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Qi Feng felt their gazes were a bit strange.

Old Five pounced over and roared, "While we were studying, you went to a comic convention to flirt with girls again!" Qi Feng quickly dodged, afraid that the Eight-Trigram Mirror or something similar on him would activate and injure him. These pieces of equipment... Hmm? Shit! Qi Feng realized he had forgotten to change his clothes...

To put it simply, traveling between worlds might seem fun and carefree, but switching mindsets isn't that easy. Just now, he almost greeted his roommates with a fist salute. Plus, he had been so busy all day that his head was still spinning, and he had forgotten to change his clothes.

Old Feng, shaking his head at Qi Feng's repeated lack of improvement, sighed and went to the washroom to fetch water for washing up.

The other roommates immediately surrounded Qi Feng and interrogated him.

"Spill! Which comic convention, how many girls, how pretty, and hand over all their contact information for sharing..."

Qi Feng, cornered against the wall, didn't back down. He pointed at Old He, "One more word and I'll tell Lily!"

Old He instantly gave up, raising a white flag and retreating. Dealing with three was much easier. After promising to take everyone to the yoga club's international event next time, he managed to calm them down.

Only Old Five was still unsatisfied, "Are the yoga club girls prettier or the comic convention girls cuter? Oh, what a dilemma..."

"Uh... Well..." Qi Feng's mind flashed with the image of the beautiful and fiery Xiao Hushi... and the round head of the big caterpillar... Uh, a chill ran down his spine. He patted Old Five's shoulder, "The girl who cosplayed Hushi today was pretty good. I'll take a photo for you to see. She's at least a 90 out of 100. You can decide after you see it... hehehe..."

Old Five perked up at the mention of 90, "No wonder you're a brother! So loyal! No more talk, I just got this game, and it's supposed to be a masterpiece. You can play it first!"

Old Five took out his backpack, pulled out a CD, a burned one in a disc case. "This is the Chinese version our Computer Science department got the Foreign Language department to help with. It's not fully translated, but it's playable. Here, the first installation right is yours! Remember to send me photos."

Qi Feng took it, the disc had nothing written on it, "What game is it?"

Old Five took out his new laptop, opened it, plugged in the network cable, and started browsing the school BBS, typing away without looking up, "It's called something, some effect, I forgot. Strange name, made by B社 (Bethesda), role-playing and shooting, sci-fi genre... I don't know much about it, but the Computer Science guys say it's a masterpiece. I just hope it's as good as 'Freedom Fighters'... You try it out first. Oh, and only for personal use, no sharing, that's piracy, and you might get your water meter checked..."

Dizzy, test it? That's the real deal, huh? Qi Feng shook his head, thinking, if you knew I could save a town in minutes, a country in a day, and a realm in a few days, with countless NPCs and main characters waiting for me to spread the gospel, you'd ask me to test a game? Well, I am actually quite interested...

Qi Feng inserted the disc into his computer and started the installation. True to its handmade nature, it was just a progress bar. The game was quite large and took a long time to install. Once it was done, Qi Feng opened the game, set the graphics, and entered directly. At the start, there was a gender selection, and Qi Feng chose... female without hesitation.

You see, in those Western games, male characters are mostly either big, rough, and black, or variously wimpy, or both. Their aesthetic is just not something I can follow.

Qi Feng absentmindedly chose a class and skipped through the rest, the screen went black, and he officially entered the game.

He saw a blonde woman in a regular sci-fi spacesuit looking out the window, with subtitles below, but they weren't translated yet. With Qi Feng's current English skills, he couldn't understand the narration, and he was too lazy to read the subtitles, so he just let it be.

But when the scene changed, Qi Feng was startled, jumping up from his chair and hitting his head on the bed above. Luckily, he had a high hat.

The female protagonist on the screen was the leader he had met in the high-tech realm—the Spectre agent who claimed to have saved the galaxy: Shepard!

"Hm, that makes sense. Saving the galaxy is something only a game protagonist can do. In reality, have you ever heard of a major war like World War I or II being won by a single hero?"

This was like getting a pillow when you're sleepy. He had been troubled by his lack of knowledge about the high-tech realm, but now all the information was right there. With his equipment ready, all he needed was the right opportunity! Qi Feng sat back down and carefully watched the game screen, afraid to miss anything.

"Are you starting to play? Uh, what's the game called?" Old Five asked.

Qi Feng glanced at the game icon, "Mass Effect!" R1152

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