Online Game: Evil Dragon Against The Heaven - 182

Ye Tian Xie’s hand, which hung by his side, quietly moved upward and rested on Su Fei Fei’s back, gently holding her in an embrace. At this moment, his heart stirred solely for Su Fei Fei.

In his heart, he had always believed that there was no space for anyone else besides Xian’er. But why… upon their very first meeting, did he feel an inexplicable urge to protect her? Why did her occasional childish tantrums not annoy him in the slightest? Instead, he found himself enjoying the expressions she made during those moments. When he saw her smile, his mood would inexplicably improve. Why did his heart suddenly ache when he heard the tremble of sorrow in her voice?

Is it possible that there truly exists some mysterious 『fate』 in the unseen realms of destiny?

At this moment, I am certain… I do not want her to feel sadness. Never, not even once. And yet…

Xian’er, what should I do?

The two embraced tightly, silently feeling each other’s warmth and heartbeat. From this moment on, their relationship underwent a subtle yet profound change.

Some bonds, once formed, cannot be severed, no matter how much time passes or how vast the distance becomes.

A hundred years…

A thousand years…

Ten thousand years…

Even if it takes an eternity of waiting, even if it requires the sacrifice of life and soul…

I only wish to see you once more.

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After turning on the computer and entering the World Forum of the Destiny world, Ye Tian Xie couldn’t help but smile awkwardly. With just one glance, he saw that almost all the topics on the forum were about him—Xie Tian.

Surprisingly, the main focus of the discussions wasn’t about him single-handedly completing the Mercenary System task in the Huaxia District today. Instead, it was about the incident where he annihilated over thirty members of the Battle Soul Hall in Tianchen City to protect Posui Chenxin. The video of that fight, captured by many spectators, had been uploaded to the World Forum, causing a massive uproar. His astonishing agility, positioning, and speed were secondary compared to his terrifyingly overwhelming attack power, which left players worldwide in utter shock.

When coupled with all the rumors about him… single-handedly passing the Abyss Trial, soaring from outside the top thousand to first place on the leaderboard within just a few hours of its release, and reaching an unprecedented reputation value of 1,800 on the Reputation Rankings…

The question on everyone’s mind was the same: Why, in the same Destiny world and starting from the same point, could he achieve such incredible feats?

This thought planted a nearly unanimous suspicion in the minds of those paying attention—Xie Tian from the Huaxia District must have exploited some kind of loophole in the Destiny world, enabling him to surpass ordinary players by a ridiculous margin.

This suspicion triggered an increasingly intense chain reaction, with the most vocal objections naturally coming from countries hostile to Huaxia. Xie Tian’s dominance in the Huaxia District had already shocked and unsettled them, and today’s Honor Rankings exclusive to the Huaxia Battle Zone had further provoked their envy and frustration. As a result, countless individuals began plotting ways to suppress this rising star from Huaxia.

Thus, they filed formal complaints to Tianwai Group, the company behind Destiny. When the complaints started with one nation and snowballed into over twenty nations jointly submitting their grievances, the situation drew global attention.

Yet, within just twenty minutes of the first complaint, a response came—not from Tianwai Group, but from Alpha, the late Pross’ collaborator in developing Destiny and its primary developer, who was rumored to have returned to an extraterrestrial system.

Alpha’s statement read:

【Destiny is an independent, complete world with its own life. It is not like the virtual games that previously existed on Earth, riddled with so-called loopholes. We do not allow any loopholes to exist. The path taken by Xie Tian in the Huaxia District is his own destiny. Everything he has achieved is due to his strength and luck, with no shortcuts or exploitation. Rather than harboring jealousy, you should use your hands, brains, and hearts to strive for and discover a more brilliant path of destiny.】

Alpha concluded with an uncompromising remark:

【I will not explain this again. Destiny favors those who believe in it… If you do not believe, you are free to leave.】

Following this response, no further complaints were made. Alpha’s final words would have enraged players in any other virtual game, likely leading to a collective boycott. After all, in virtual games, players were considered the supreme 《gods》. However, with Destiny’s peak online player count surpassing a staggering 4 billion within just two weeks, it was no longer merely a virtual online game. Anyone attempting to rally against Tianwai Group over the 《Xie Tian bug theory》 would essentially be asking the global populace to stop using mobile phones altogether.

The swift resolution of the incident only increased the pressure Xie Tian exerted on other regions and players. Discussions about him grew even more fervent, with rumors and speculations becoming increasingly exaggerated.

After finishing the specially prepared milk tea Su Fei Fei had made for him, Ye Tian Xie casually kicked the computer’s power cord, shutting it down. He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and pondered everything he had encountered since entering the Destiny world. Both Destiny’s Hour and Guo Guo had given him a clear sense of the eerie mysteries within the world of Destiny. He had been consciously searching for clues in this direction all along.

And then, one inexplicable thing after another began to appear around him—from the Rebellious Evil Dragon class to the Seven-Colored Bracelet, and most recently, the Heavenly Absolute Scroll—God’s Gift. The emergence of these items had thoroughly disrupted the balance of what should have been a normal virtual game world.

What happens if a virtual game lacks the most basic balance? The most direct consequence is undoubtedly its lack of development potential. However, Destiny is entirely different—what concerned Ye Tian Xie the most was this: If he could encounter these items and events that shouldn’t exist, what about others?

What about other players in his country, and the peak experts from other nations?

Surely, there must be others who encounter them too! He was certain of this.

That entire afternoon, Ye Tian Xie quietly contemplated some necessary matters in solitude.

The next day, after lunch.

In the northern part of Tianchen City, at Wuhua Temple.

Just like the first time Ye Tian Xie came here, he unexpectedly didn’t encounter any players this time either. Inside, there was only one monk. However, it wasn’t the Wuhua Monk from yesterday who had transported him to the Heavenly Soul Graveyard, but an elderly monk with a kind and gentle face.

The old monk looked at least over eighty years old, his head naturally bald, and his face lined with wrinkles akin to ancient tree bark. When Ye Tian Xie entered, the monk’s expression didn’t change. Joining his hands together, he calmly chanted, “Good day, benefactor. Are you here to undertake the trial?”

“Yes, I would like to trouble you to transport me to the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Bones,” Ye Tian Xie replied courteously. Meanwhile, his eyes scanned the surroundings… The room was empty, and indeed, there was no sign of the Wuhua Monk from yesterday.

Yesterday, when he had heard the eerie chanting of 【It… was… you… who… wanted… to… part…so… part… then…】 he had almost lost the courage to step inside.

“The Wasteland of Ten Thousand Bones… Amitabha, it is both a terrifying and sacred place. Terrifying because it is piled with innumerable skeletal remains. Sacred because it is where the bones of heroes are buried. Even the renowned War God Zhan Wugui was laid to rest there. However, while the hero has perished, his soul has not fallen. His spirit continues to guard that land. That is why, even after so many years, the War God’s remains have yet to return to his homeland. Brave young man from another world, I hope that your journey there can fulfill the long-standing wish of countless Lost Continent citizens,” the old monk said earnestly.

“Understood.” Ye Tian Xie struggled to suppress his impatience and responded seriously.

“Are you going alone?” The old monk asked with joined palms.

“Yes. Please transport me there,” Ye Tian Xie said.

“Amitabha, I have already sent 372 groups of brave teams there today. You are the first willing to go alone… Let me inform you, the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Bones has been opened seven times so far. Today marks the last opportunity to enter. Currently, 343 teams are still inside. Do you still wish to proceed?” the monk reminded him. Each map for the three major system missions could only be opened eight times per day, closing thereafter.

“Yes, send me there. Thank you, master. By the way, may I ask your name?” Ye Tian Xie asked casually while puzzling over the numbers. It was now nearly 2 p.m., meaning 14 hours had already passed today. Yet, only seven teams had been completed. This suggested that each team spent about two hours inside.

Two hours!?

Considering the difficulty of the Heavenly Soul Graveyard task, surviving two hours at current player levels seemed impossible.

Could it be that the 《War God’s Remains》 task was easier? Or was there more to it? The 《Relic of the Mercenary King》 had rewarded 100 Battle Zone Honor Points, while the 《War God’s Remains》 offered 150 points, suggesting the latter was harder.

“Amitabha, this humble monk is honored. My name is…Pimp,” the old monk replied warmly with his hands together.

【TL:嫖客” (piáokè)/patron of prostitutes/pimp】

Ye Tian Xie: “!@#￥%……&*”

“P-Pimp Master, I’ll trouble you to send me to the Wasteland of Ten Thousand Bones,” Ye Tian Xie said awkwardly.

“Very well, benefactor. Please stand firm.”

As soon as the monk spoke, two white lights descended from above, enveloping Ye Tian Xie and transporting him out of Tianchen City.

The old monk’s expression remained unchanged as he sat back down, serene and composed. His demeanor exuded an aura of a “cultivated monk.” His closed eyes, coupled with his rhythmic knocking of the wooden fish, lent him a solemn air. Chanting profound scripture, he murmured to the rhythm: “I… am… not… Huang… Rong… I… do… not… know… martial… arts…”