"Wait, who the hell am I?"
Chu Huaixu squatted beside the corpse, frowning, cursing in his heart.
He had no past memories regarding this ăcharacteră, nor did he receive any information from the system at the moment.
Therefore, he had no idea which side his character belonged to.
Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?
He knew nothing at all!
"Oh right! That person said Iâm supposed to infiltrate the ăDao Gateă."
At this thought, Chu Huaixu immediately made a decision: "Like hell I will!"
He now firmly believed that he had transmigrated.
If he followed the predetermined route, due to the lack of memory and information, he would feel a strong sense of uncertainty and insecurity.
"There are ăRevival Coinsă in the game, so even if I die, I can revive by inserting a coin."
"Although my ăCharacter Panelă shows that, like every initial account, I come with three ăRevival Coinsă."
"But... what if?"
"After all, this is a transmigration, not just playing a game. What if they donât work!"
So he felt that he still needed to be somewhat cautious.
Just now, he heard a system prompt sound, informing him that the ăMission Systemă was activating.
This was extremely important to Chu Huaixu.
ăBorrowed Swordă was a game with a relatively high degree of freedom; players could explore on their own, with many channels available to gain ăExperience Pointsă, which could then be used to level up their ăCharacteră, ăSkillsă, or ăEquipmentă.
The most official way to gain experience points was definitely by doing missions.
"If these functions still work, then theyâll be my golden fingers for survival after transmigrating," Chu Huaixu thought.
Back on Earth, he could survive by "selling his looks," flirting with the edge in games, pulling stunts and special content.
Surely he couldn't keep doing that after transmigrating, right?
Otherwise, he wouldn't just be a so-called ăVirtual Male Modelăâheâd literally start clucking and quacking.
Chu Huaixu knew very well that in ăBorrowed Swordă, strength was everything!
This foxy face of his that could charm both men and women at most was just a bonus.
A few more seconds passed, and the ăMission Systemă finally activated completely.
A system notification rang in his ear, audible only to him, like the legendary secret voice transmission.
"ăDing! Mission System Activated!ă"
"ăAssessing your initial completion...ă"
"ăJudged: You have escaped the ambush set by âXue Huâ...ă"
"ăJudged: You successfully counter-killed him during the escape...ă"
"ăJudged...ă"
Listening to each evaluation notice, Chu Huaixu couldnât help but mutter inwardly: "What do you mean I counter-killed him while escaping? I didnât even get a chance to run, did I?"
"If I had known, I would've taken him on a few lapsâmaybe I couldâve coaxed out some useful info during the chase."
"But noâjust one slash and he was done!"
At that thought, Chu Huaixu slapped the corpse again.
"Smackâ!"
You see, since ăBorrowed Swordă passed review and got released, it meant the gameâs guidance for players was generally positive, not leading down dark or twisted paths.
Therefore, Xue Hu, who now lay dead in front of him, must have deserved to dieâhe was no good person, clearly the "red-named wild mob" type. Chu Huaixu felt zero guilt.
In fact, after killing him, Chu Huaixu even gained 100 experience points.
Meanwhile, the two masked men watching Chu Huaixu from a distance had their lips twitch slightly under their masks.
The two of them racked their brains and still couldnât understand why he had to slap Xue Hu every now and then?
Did it really feel that good?
But as members of the ăOrganizationă, their sense of allegiance to the ăMoon Countryă was among the strongest in the nation, and so was their hostility toward the ăMirror Countryă.
Since Xue Hu was from the Mirror Country, they didnât find this fox-faced guyâs behavior overly violent.
Besides, people in the Organization lived repressed lives and had no shortage of unusual preferences, so...
âThey didnât understand, but they respected it!
After exchanging a glance, the man wearing the golden mask spoke: "We should go."
"My lord, this newcomer is quite interesting. Iâd like to observe a bit more," replied the silver-masked man.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the other immediately let out a cold snort, and a powerful pressure swept forth instantly:
"Hmph! Have you forgotten what the Organization taught us before we departed for the Mirror Country, what warnings we received?"
The golden-masked man spoke in a low voice: "âAdmonitionâ Article Threeâdo not harbor excessive curiosity toward fellow members of the Organization!"
"This is for your good, and his as well!"
The silver-masked man immediately bowed his head respectfully: "Yes, my lord!"
Seeing his proper attitude, the golden-masked man gave a slight nod, and his voice softened a little: "You and I still have important duties. This is the last newcomer introduction task we are responsible for."
"You should return to the Mirror Court and do your part properly."
"I too should return to the ăDao Gateă."
The silver-masked man immediately bent forward and cupped his hands: "Yes, my lord."
The two then parted ways and disappeared into the rainy night not long after.
As such, they did not witness Chu Huaixuâs next move.
He searched Xue Huâs body, took the money pouch and other âloot dropsâ like after killing a monster, stuffed them into his chest, then took off running at full speed.
The reason was simpleâthe ăMission Systemă had just rated his initial completion score at 9.93, nearly perfect, and quickly issued a new system missionâevade the blockade from the Patrol Bureau!
"Why am I being targeted by the Patrol Bureau?" Chu Huaixu ran while checking the ămapă, processing the information in his head.
There was probably something fishy going on.
But he didnât have time to think now.
On this pitch-black rainy night, he needed to find a place that gave him a sense of security.
He knew the Patrol Bureau well.
Once, when he started a ănew accountă, he was immediately hunted by the Patrol Bureau at the start. Wanting to experience their âspecial services,â he had turned the ăPain Indexă to the lowest and deliberately got caught, enduring a full night of torture.
And the result?
Damn it, it wasnât like in those anti-Japanese war dramasâafter surviving the torture, youâd unlock a secret ending like the beauty trap.
Now that Chu Huaixu had transmigrated and couldnât adjust his pain sensitivity, he knew that if he got caught by the Patrol Bureau, it would be pure hell.
At this moment, while fleeing, he studied the ămapă and quickly analyzed his escape route.
After weighing the options in his heart, he decided to head toward the nearby Wumeng Mountains.
In ăBorrowed Swordă, the ămapă included many of Earthâs rivers and mountains.
There were the Yangtze River, the Yellow River, the Five Great Mountains...
So the Wumeng Mountains appearing wasnât strange at all.
In fact, the Wumeng Mountains were quite famous in ăBorrowed Swordă.
The reason was simpleâone of the Four Great Sects, the ăDao Gateă, was located right beside the Wumeng Mountains.
Players believed that the game developers were probably fans of the ancient duo band Phoenix Legend due to such a map design.
After all, Phoenix Legendâs song âLady Shexiangâ had a lyric: âThe Wumeng Mountains connect to the mountains beyond.â
So, it wasnât hard to guessâthe place where the ăDao Gateă was located was called âMountains Beyond Mountains!â
Chu Huaixu choosing to flee toward the Wumeng Mountains now actually went against his earlier stance.
Just moments ago, he was thinking âno way Iâm going to the ăDao Gateă,â purely out of rebellion.
At this moment, he wasnât trying to infiltrate the ăDao Gateăâit was just that the Wumeng Mountains might be the nearest safe zone.
According to the info from the Mission System, Chu Huaixuâs current situation wasnât extremely dangerous.
He had just reviewed the mission details, and from the content, it seemed only Xue Hu knew the truth.
But Xue Hu, being greedy for money, lustful, and eager for merit, didnât share any of it with his colleagues.
The Patrol Bureau people were arriving simply because each of them carried a ăLife Tokenă. Once someone died, the Bureau would know, and the token had a tracking function.
"In that case, running toward the outskirts of the ăDao Gateă should be better," Chu Huaixu concluded.
As a veteran player of ăBorrowed Swordă, he knew the gameâs lore inside out.
Where he currently wasâthe Mirror Countryâwas dominated by the Four Great Sects, with the royal court holding weak power.
To put it simply, the ăDao Gateă stood above the court!
But in the neighboring Moon Country, it wasnât like thatâthe court ruled over the sects, and the sects followed the courtâs lead.
The Wumeng Mountains were basically the ăDao Gateăâs turf. Even court officials would act more restrained there, lest they provoke the sect.
Without special circumstances, court people didnât even dare step into the area.
"As for whether the death of a Patrol Bureau scoundrel counts as âspecial circumstancesâ...?" Chu Huaixu didnât think so.
And so, he ran through the rainy night, his lower half covered in mud, his long black hair drenched, and that fox-like face of his looked even more unruly and wickedly handsome when wet.
He followed the navigation function in the ămapă, taking shortcuts the whole way.
Chu Huaixu cut through the dense forest and arrived at the foot of the Wumeng Mountains.
Then, his pupils slightly contracted.
Because someone was ahead!
On this torrential night, he saw a woman holding an oil-paper umbrella, dressed in pale blue, with her face veiled.
She was about 1.7 meters tall, with a graceful and curvaceous figure and strikingly long legs.
Even with only the upper half of her face visible through the veil, one could still tell she was a beauty.
Unfortunately, her entire aura was extremely coldâher slightly furrowed brows and scrutinizing eyes gave off an overwhelming sense of distance.
The woman stood with her umbrella, looking at Chu Huaixu standing in the downpour.
To her own surprise, she blurted out what was on her mind, as if possessed. Her voice was cold, but the content of her words was a stark contrast to her tone and demeanor:
"Hm? Truly a most exquisite furnace."
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