Chapter 54

Wang Tian first looked at the available career types.

Since the player was in the Huaxia country, the available careers were: Warrior, Taoist, and Sorcerer...

Warrior: High attack, high defense, and thick health. If you choose the Warrior, you can specialize in one type of weapon (sword, spear, staff, hammer... eighteen types of weapons). After reaching level 30 and transitioning, you can be teleported to the Warrior Soul副本 (Warrior Soul Instance) to awaken your Warrior Soul.

Damn, choosing the Warrior can awaken the Warrior Soul! Wang Tian was moved. Dugu Yuntian practiced the Warrior Soul, and Wang Tian had seen his strength. Moreover, reaching the level of a Martial God would allow one to transcend the void and fight monsters in the starry tunnel.

Wang Tian almost chose the Warrior, but he still restrained his inner impulse and looked at the next two careers.

Taoist: Skilled in support spells, attack spells, and physical attacks. If you choose the Taoist, you will have the innate skill: Initial Insight. This skill can read fortunes, examine feng shui, and perform divination... After reaching level 30 and transitioning, you can be teleported to the Immortal Cultivation副本 (Immortal Cultivation Instance) to enhance your chances of becoming an immortal.

This is also a great career! Wang Tian drooled as he read.

Sorcerer: This is a mysterious career, with the strongest puppetry and curse spells. If you choose the Sorcerer, you will gain a dark bonus. The Dark Art can extract the soul and vitality of living beings for your own use, making it the fastest and most powerful development. After reaching level 30 and transitioning, you will be teleported to the Netherworld副本 (Netherworld Instance), where you have the opportunity to comprehend the Netherworld Law.

The Sorcerer is undoubtedly the most powerful, but it is too dark. And since he already had two Netherworld equipment pieces, should he choose this career?

All three careers are very strong, which one should he choose?

Wang Tian couldn't make a decision for a long time.

...

The capital of the Huaxia Republic—Beijing.

In a ward of the First PLA Hospital in Beijing, a middle-aged man in his forties lay on the hospital bed, wearing a white patient gown, his face haggard. Even though it was summer, he was completely wrapped in the blanket.

His nose was covered with gauze, and an intravenous drip of amino acids maintained his life.

Several expert doctors looked at the flat line on the computer screen beside the bed and shook their heads. The heart had stopped beating; the man was dead.

After the expert doctors left the ward, they shook their heads at the family members waiting outside.

Several people rushed in madly, leaving only an old man sitting alone on a bench, tears streaming down his face. The tragedy of a white-haired person burying a black-haired one has always been the greatest sorrow in the world, especially for a large family that had lost its only outstanding member. Was the family now at the point of decline, with no hope left?

That night's news broadcast an important piece of news: The third Minister of National Defense of the Huaxia country, a great statesman and military strategist, who had devoted his life to the revolutionary cause, passed away at 4:30 AM on the 12th in Beijing due to overwork...

...

A solitary spirit was wandering, unable to see the path, not knowing where it was. Suddenly, in the distance, through the mist, a palace lady appeared. The palace lady had exquisite features, making her look incredibly comfortable, as if she had stepped out of a painting, truly not of this world. She opened her cherry lips and called to him with a soft, beautiful voice.

"Alright, the great calamity in the human world is over; it's time to achieve the Netherworld Law!" The middle-aged spirit, unsure of what to do, heard her say, "Please follow me..." The palace lady gently waved her hand, summoning him.

He felt his body becoming light, almost flying. In a daze, the palace lady took his hand, and they stepped onto a gray cloud, ascending into the sky. They flew forward at high speed, with strong winds howling around them. After an unknown amount of time, he saw black smoke rolling beneath his feet. Looking down, he saw countless faint human shadows moving rapidly, and faintly heard their piercing screams, roars, and cries of pain.

"What is this?" the middle-aged spirit asked.

"Do you want to know?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"Then I will open your Heavenly Eye for you!"

The palace lady extended her delicate hand, her fingers like white jade, and gently touched his forehead.

The middle-aged spirit felt a loud boom in his head, followed by an unprecedented clarity of mind. He looked down, and a divine eye slowly opened in his forehead, emitting a beam of golden light like a searchlight, illuminating everything within ten thousand kilometers below, making everything clear and visible.

Tens of thousands of ghosts formed a long line stretching as far as the eye could see, moving rapidly, but it was unclear where they were going. Behind them, a ghost soldier with a terrifying, green-faced, fanged appearance, towering at ten zhang tall, loomed over the tiny ghosts like ants. The ghost soldier roared and swung a starlight-shimmering whip, continuously lashing at the slower and lagging ghosts.

Each lash made the starlight on the whip flicker intensely, and the lashed ghosts became fainter, emitting惨烈的 screams as they hurried to catch up with the line.

"Where are they going?"

"These ghosts are being escorted by ghost soldiers to the Netherworld."

"Netherworld?"

"Yes, the souls of the dead must go to the Netherworld."

Suddenly,

"Stop!" A loud voice came from the ground nearby. A thick cloud of smoke rolled, and a towering figure appeared, over three meters tall, like a giant, but still small compared to the ghost soldier. He carried a three-foot-long sword on his back and stood several dozen meters in front of the ghost soldier.

"Who dares to obstruct the ghost soldiers in the performance of their duties!?"

"Reporting to the ghost soldier, according to the predictions of our tribe's seer, our lord still has a thousand years of life left, but was harmed by a traitor. Please, ghost soldier, show mercy and let our lord return to life!"

The muscular swordsman shouted.

"Nonsense! Once dead and turned into a ghost, the soul falls under the jurisdiction of the Netherworld, not to be interfered with by human beings!" the ghost soldier roared.

"Please, sir, show mercy. Our tribe has three thousand iron cavalry and a million people who need our lord to lead them. If our lord cannot return to life, the Gara world will be plunged into chaos, and millions of lives will be lost!" the swordsman pleaded.

"What does the life and death of human beings have to do with the Netherworld? To dare to disrupt the Netherworld Law for a mere million lives? Considering your cultivation, leave quickly!"

"Then I have no choice but to offend." The swordsman, unable to plead successfully, drew his sword, and a brilliant light like the morning sun burst forth.

The Great Sun and Moon Sword Technique! The sword emitted a hundred-meter-long light, piercing towards the ghost soldier.

"Overestimating yourself! In the Gara plane, you might be a powerful figure, but in the Netherworld, you are less than an ant." The ghost soldier, seeing through the swordsman's cultivation, paid no attention to the sword light. He opened his mouth and spewed a huge ball of eerie green fire, instantly swallowing the sword light, which vanished like a mud ox entering the sea.

"Die!" The giant swordsman prepared to fight to the death, determined to bring back his lord's soul. He leaped into the air and swung his sword at the ghost soldier's head.

The sword light burst forth, blindingly bright, making it hard to open one's eyes.

"Looking for death!" The ghost soldier was truly angry.

He waved his left hand, and a giant palm, a hundred meters long and dozens of meters wide, extended and pressed down on the swordsman like a mountain pressing down on an ant. The swordsman, unable to dodge in mid-air, let out a惨烈的 scream as he was crushed into a pile of flesh.

At this moment, a gray shadow emerged from the ghost soldier's palm, and the Netherworld gained another ghost.

"Disrupting the order of the universe, you deserve to die!" The ghost soldier raised his starlight-shimmering whip to strike the swordsman's ghost.

"Wait!" the swordsman's ghost suddenly shouted.

"What do you have to say?" The ghost soldier paused his whip.

"Eagle, Yordle League Empire." The swordsman's ghost said a few incomprehensible words. He had to risk revealing these words because he realized the ghost soldier was likely another player. Although the system stated that players could be revived after death, this was only within the same plane. If a player died in a different plane, they could not be revived.

He had taken an S-grade mission to rescue his lord's soul in the Netherworld, but never expected a ghost soldier to be so powerful. One move shattered his body, turning him into a ghost. If a ghost were to be completely destroyed, it could not be revived, and the player would lose their soul in the real world, turning their body into a mindless zombie.

The ghost soldier's blue face showed uncertainty, as if considering the consequences.

"You may go." He said softly.

"Thank you, ghost soldier!" The swordsman's ghost knelt and bowed to the ghost soldier, then turned and left, secretly relieved to have encountered a relatively kind player. If the ghost soldier had been an NPC or a malicious player, he would have been completely dead.

"Who dares to spy from afar!" The ghost soldier, noticing the palace lady and the middle-aged spirit using the Heavenly Eye to observe, was terrified. If the NPC had noticed, the system's punishment would be severe.

His body swayed and grew rapidly, becoming a massive figure hundreds of meters tall, with half his head piercing through the clouds. When he saw the palace lady and the ghost beside her, his expression changed, and his body suddenly shrank back to its original size. He stumbled and fell to the ground.

The palace lady and the ghost slowly descended, approaching the group. The ghosts scattered, as if avoiding something terrifying.

"Your subordinate greets the Palace Master, greets the Netherworld Messenger!"

The ghost soldier trembled and knelt, not daring to raise his head.

"You privately released a disruptor, what crime is this!" the palace lady said softly.

"Please, Palace Master, spare my life. I will never do it again." The ghost soldier was terrified.

"Vanish." The palace lady formed a hand seal with her delicate fingers and waved her hand.

Netherworld Law!

The ghost soldier's face turned ashen, and before he could resist, he vanished into thin air, as if he had never existed. In the moment of his annihilation, he deeply regretted paying the price of death for a fellow player. Although he could be revived in the Netherworld, his level would drop by one, and at his level, advancing to the next level was extremely difficult.

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