Entropy Holy Realm.
Little Yellow Duckâno, Good Duck came out of the booth, expressionlessly pulling out a wet wipe to clean the lipstick marks off its feathers.
The lights were dazzling, the music deafening.
But it was unmoved.
It was the legendary duck that emerged unstained from the mudâ
The neon lights reflected its lonely silhouette, further highlighting the Duck Kingâs sophistication and maturity, making the young females adore it even more.
A young Spirit Duck teetered over, quacking:
"Duck, the boss wants to see you."
"Understood." Good Duck said coolly.
It turned, waddling its pointed ducktail, strutting adorably towards the barâs backstage.
The young Spirit Duck watched it go with envy, trying to imitate its stride, but failing to capture its essence.
It was still too young.
So it didnât know that some things were talents bestowed by heaven, not achievable by everyone.
As soon as Good Duck pushed open the door, it heard the bossâs voice:
"Hahaha, look whoâs here!"
"Our star Swan Kingâwelcome!"
"Enough, say what you want." Good Duck said.
Swan...
There is a difference between a swan and a duck, okay.
This boss does no homework, calling me a swan.
Your sisterâs a swan.
Good Duck hopped onto the comfy sofa, picked up a special cocktail, skillfully shaking its beak, and sipped it.
The barâs owner was a charismatic Dragon Girl.
She didnât mind Duckâs attitude much, twisting her waist as she sat next to Duck, exuding an orchid fragrance:
"Number 666, the red-card Duck King, your luck has arrived."
"What luck?" Duck was unmoved, continuing to swirl the wine glass.
"A talent scout noticed your popularity and potential, planning to sign you and launch you into a true star path."
"Will the income be more?"
"Of course!"
"Then the cost, my boss."
"You need to join the Saint of Heavenly Light, become a signed artist, and submit 99% of your income to the Saintâs commercial empire."
"...Thatâs too much, only 1% for me, how do I make money?"
"You donât understand it yet."
The Dragon Girl smiled mysteriously, whispering a word in Good Duckâs ear:
"Exposure."
"Mm?" Good Duck didnât understand.
"The Saint of Heavenly Light controls the âlaw of exposure,â as long as he promotes you, you will become immensely popular!"
"By then, even 1% of the income will be more than what you earn now."
Good Duck listened quietly, a cold laugh in its heart.
Exposure?
Iâm working for love and peace on earth!
Entertaining for fairness and justice in the world!
Being kissed by girls to save money and gather enemy information!
Being groped to explore paths to overcome monsters!
All of this is for continuing the hope spark of the human species.
ââ Now you want me to be a slave?
Hah!
"So, what if I refuse?" Good Duck asked.
"If you refuse, youâll have no âexposure,â and your development will be severely restricted." The Dragon Girl said.
"What kind of restriction?" Good Duck asked.
"From the moment you refuse, no one will ever know you again, youâll be âsnow stored,â sealed!" The Dragon Girl said.
As if fearing the duck didnât understand, the Dragon Girl continued:
"The Saint of Heavenly Light is stronger than other saints, ruling over many worlds with unimaginable mana!"
"I advise you not to offend this saint."
"Otherwise, soon no one will know you, and you wonât be able to earn entropy points."
Good Duck fell silent.
Sealed.
Tsk.
Unexpected.
Unexpected that the Duck Circleâno, the entertainment industry is also controlled by saints.
No exposure...
Unable to develop oneself?
Snow-stored, no one will know you anymore?
What to do in the future?
Good Duck wasnât afraid to speak, but was still somewhat worried.
Suddenly.
A streak of Aurora flashed through Good Duckâs mind.
No one knowing...
This is it!
"Tell them," Good Duck cleared its throat, seriously saying, "Iâll never sign up, nor am I interested in being an artist."
"Really?" The Dragon Girl said in surprise.
"Thatâs right, Iâd rather go back to farming than get involved in those disgusting dealingsâthis message can be conveyed directly to them." Good Duck said.
"You really wonât drink a toast but insist on drinking penalty wine." The Dragon Girl said unhappily.
"No worries, Iâll get back to workâboss, consider the drink just now on you, after all, my time is very valuable."
After Good Duck finished speaking, it downed the drink, jumped off the sofa, and left the room.
Hadnât gone far.
Rows of micro-light words jumped out in front of Good Duckâs eyes:
"Currently about to enter âsealedâ status."
"No entertainment news will carry any information about you anymore."
"Youâve lost all âexposure.â"
"Youâve been snow stored."
A trace of cold light flashed in Good Duckâs eyes.
This is exactly the effect I wanted!
Right now, Iâve already accumulated quite a few entropy points.
The Entropy Holy Realm is higher level and more advanced than ordinary worlds.
Just right for a big endeavor!
It returned straight to its residence, picked up the Entropy Emblem, and whispered:
"Query current account."
A voice rang from the emblem: "Through diligent work, youâve recently earned entropy points: five million six hundred seventy-seven thousand three hundred forty-five points."
Good Duck immediately said:
"Convert everything into combat-related magical items."
"Exchanging now."
...
Pale World.
Shen Ye had just struck a blow.
The long blade automatically tore through the void, crushed by Old John.
The dagger in Shen Yeâs embrace suddenly stabbed out.
Old John casually blocked it, then retreated to dissolve the daggerâs force of fate.
The two stood on opposite cliff edges.
ââSword Techniques begin to merge.