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Bai Xu was clearly a bit angry.
Qian Mo felt somewhat touched by his words. Setting aside Void Bai Xu, this childlike form truly made a good impression on him. However, as he pondered, he couldn't help but silently criticize, what a good kid, yet why did he have to be so naive?
Ultimately, Bai Xu was still worried about his gravely injured mother. After bidding farewell to Qian Mo, he turned back three times as he walked away.
Watching Bai Xu gradually disappear from view, Qian Mo looked up at the sky, which had begun to ripple without him noticing. In the center of those ripples, a dark vortex spun wildly, emanating a force that seemed to absorb and shred everything in its path.
The vortex expanded rapidly. The world around Qian Mo continued to collapse within the vortex until it felt as if a great power enveloped him, pulling him into the swirling chaos.
“Tsk! What a sadistic guy! Does every scene transition have to knock me out?”
Time passed—how long, he couldn't tell—before Qian Mo slowly regained consciousness in a vast forest. Rubbing his dizzy head, he reflected that the sensation of transitioning between scenes was far from pleasant; it reminded him of the time after graduating high school when he and his buddies had a hangover and crawled out of bed the next day.
In short, it felt like being utterly lost.
This wasn’t entirely his fault… because now everything around him was shrouded in darkness. Qian Mo could only optimistically mock himself for having arrived at a nighttime event!
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Qian Mo first checked his inventory and personal status. Hmm… unable to contact Otherworldly Ink Pen or summon Embalming Coffin Realm. He was left with only standard equipment and simple talismans; there were no rewards from the last level. Even the location and timing for the next level refresh were novel yet frustrating, testing the limits of his patience as a gamer. And this infuriating customer service didn’t accept any user complaints…
He realized he was increasingly feeling like he was playing an RPG game. Only this time, it seemed like it was a permadeath scenario—if he died, it would truly be game over.
Thinking about the dark-clad swordsman next door, who also faced permadeath but had long hair, good looks, a wealthy background, a girlfriend (wife) obsessed with gaming, and a reliable harem (brothers) to tackle challenges with—he even got a dual-wielding bonus from the system! That was the kind of gaming life any normal person would dream of!
With all these grievances in mind, Qian Mo could only vent his frustrations internally…
After relieving some psychological pressure, Qian Mo finally sat up straight and took out his standard Wolf Hair Embalming Brush to draw a night vision talisman for himself. This would allow him to see clearly in the dark and hear even the faintest sounds while enhancing his agility.
If there was one benefit Qian Mo gained from this experience, it was survival skills in the Primordial Wilderness. After learning from past lessons, he deeply understood one thing—being fully prepared was the best way to stay alive in a world filled with dangers!
He certainly didn’t want to walk along only to encounter a hill transforming into a giant snake just a few hundred meters ahead!
Cautiously navigating through this vast forest of unknown size, Qian Mo felt he had already adapted. Everything ancient seemed exaggeratedly large… What benefits could there be? They just grew exceptionally big!
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