The forum fell silent.
Qing Chen wasn't saying this to deliberately expose his skills, but rather because these skills would be known sooner or later, so there was no harm in revealing them. This time, he wasn't relying on these skills.
So far, Qing Chen has verified all the Thunder Mage skills in this superconducting world in the real world, and they are indeed feasible.
It can only be said that the operating logic hidden behind AI in this world is more profound than imagined. It is all that AI's own cognition and understanding of the world, which has been transferred here and subject to some minor restrictions.
For example, the B-level storm magnetic field is clearly a humanoid EMP bomb method used by Qing Chen to suppress technological equipment. The Time Walker Academy has so many Thunder Mages, and the newbies who play Avada Kedavra every day are in dire need of coming here for further training.
Learning this storm magnetic field alone is worth more than its price.
Moreover, even Qing Chen himself was looking forward to it. Even his best skill was only a B-level skill in the eyes of the AI. What kind of surprise would the S-level ultimate move bring to Qing Chen?
It should be noted that Qing Chen's Pantheon Thunder God has already reached A-level, and who knows when he will be able to advance to S-level demigod. At that time, he can completely use the AI's understanding of this world to transform it into his own demigod-level ultimate move!
At one point, Qing Chen even wondered if the AI would give him the Thunder Mage class no matter which world he cleared.
It's not impossible.
Qing Chen retreated one kilometer and logged off.
He didn't rush to grab the airdrop, but instead chose to let the bullets fly for a while.
When players saw him log off, they were immediately puzzled: White Light already knew they were collecting weapons, didn't he have any sense of crisis?
That's outrageous!
Qing Chen took off his virtual reality glasses, turned to look at Yi, who was lying on the sofa, and asked with a smile, "Are you just going to stay by my side like this the whole time?"
Yi thought for a moment and said, "I don't have anything else to do. I've already explored all the civilian networks, it's not very interesting. I found a few girls, but the people in the Western Continent seem to be very dull, not as fun as those in the Eastern Continent. By the way, why did you log off? I just logged in not long ago."
Qing Chen took out the golden Eye of True Sight from his pocket: "It's time to call for reinforcements."
Chapter 833, Returning Home
Inside the dark chamber of the Storm-class air fortress.
Black Spider slowly walked in and closed the alloy gate behind him.
Before entering, she had dispersed everyone except the mechanical guards to prevent anyone from hearing the sounds from inside the dark room.
Duke Storm was still wearing his black robe embroidered with gold thread. He sat on the large sofa, and his height of about 2.2 meters made him look like a sculpture sitting on a throne.
Black Spider, standing at 1.7 meters tall, looked like a fragile toy in his presence.
Duke Storm picked up the whiskey beside him, swirled the amber liquid, and downed it in one gulp: "Why haven't we found the Joker yet?"
Black Spider gently took off her high heels and knelt in front of him: "The other party is very cunning, and I am thinking of a new way."
"Why do I feel like you're deliberately letting him go?" A dim light shone down on the Duke of Storms, illuminating his forehead while his deep-set eyes below remained shrouded in shadow. "The King has inquired about this matter. A virtuoso's prophecy foretold that an uninvited guest from across the ocean would bring great misfortune to the kingdom. At that time, the flag of the Kingdom of Roosevelt would fall, the sea would overturn, and the sky would collapse. The King has ordered Blackwater City to find the culprit who attacked the church as soon as possible, and I must kill the Joker who has come from afar. Now I ask you, are you seriously pursuing his capture?"
Black Spider's fingers trembled slightly. She lowered her head and said, "Duke, I'm doing everything I can to capture him."
“Accept your punishment,” Duke Storm said coldly.
At this moment, the black spider took off its outer garment, revealing wounds on its back that had not yet healed from the whipping it had received the day before.
She walked to the wall and let the Duke of Storms imprison her in shackles on the wall.
The sound of a whip striking skin echoed from the dark room, yet no one cried out in pain, as if the woman in the dark room had long been accustomed to it all.
Two hours later, Black Spider said weakly, "I have confirmed that the white light in the superconducting world is the Joker. Next, I will confirm the white light's online time and then see who used the virtual glasses and virtual pod at that time. We can eliminate targets step by step and lock in the last suspect."
Duke Storm put away his whip: "Don't disappoint me this time, or I'll send you to the Giants Dynasty. They'll be very interested in you."
The shackles came off, and Black Spider, exhausted, knelt on the ground.
She slowly got up, put her clothes back on, and walked outside.
The moment she stepped out of the gate, the woman's expression turned cold again, and no outsider could tell that something was amiss.
She entered the conference room and summoned all the elders of the Arbiters organization: "Re-lock onto all targets. Once White Light comes online, I need to know who is online at the same time!"
After everyone had left to carry out their orders, Black Spider stood alone in the large conference room, expressionless, seemingly lost in thought.
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In a single-story apartment in the eighth district.
"You want to open the Key Gate?" Yi sat up on the sofa and asked curiously, "I've heard of the Key Gate. It's said that it can take you to the place you most want to go. So, have you decided where you want to go?"
In wizarding tradition, the Key Gate is also known as the Gate of Inquiry.
When a practitioner begins to feel lost, or cannot find their direction or place in life, the Key Gate will lead them to the place they most desire.
Luo Wanya and his family could use exorbitant promises to evoke their deepest desires, but money, fame, and power couldn't attract Qing Chen, so he didn't know where his key would lead.
Qing Chen was silent for a moment: "Actually, I don't know where I most want to go."
If he could, he would choose to go back to Prison 18, where he hadn't experienced everything that followed, hadn't killed anyone, and hadn't gone through the most difficult period of his life. There, he only had a very kind master.
Or perhaps he wanted to return to his apartment in City 10, where he could smell the aroma of camellias as soon as he opened the door, and someone would be sitting on the sofa welcoming him home.
My brother hadn't left yet at that time.
Now, as he goes further and further down the road, he no longer knows where he should go.
Like a wandering prodigal son, he no longer knows where to return.
Seeing his expression, Yi understood everything. She sat down opposite him and said with a smile, "Give it a try. Only by trying will you know where you'll end up. Whether you're tired of fighting and open the Key Gate in a peaceful forest, or you miss someone and open the gate beside him or her, none of that matters. What matters is that you can use the Key Gate to know your own heart."
It doesn't matter if the Key Gate isn't in City 5, or even on Earth. Yi feels that Qingchen has worked too hard. After wandering for so long, seeing his home is the most important thing.
Qing Chen stood up, held the Golden Eye of True Sight on the bedroom door, and gently turned it clockwise ten times.
A ripple spread across the door. After hesitating for a few seconds, he stepped through.
The next moment, Qingchen saw the simple little house in City 5, the place where he had lived with his brother, sister-in-law, and father in his dream.
In his dream, he was not the Lord of Day, his brother was not the Shadow, and his father was not the head of the Qing family. They lived a simple life, eating coarse food and worrying about their livelihood tomorrow.
However, to Qingchen's surprise, the dream his brother left him gradually became the anchor of humanity in his heart and the place where he felt at home.
At this moment, a mute servant was wiping the furniture in the room. He picked up the photo of Yingzi and Ningxiu on the dining table and secretly shed tears while wiping the frame.
The mute servant was startled when he realized there was someone behind him!
Upon recognizing Qing Chen, the mute servant immediately began to excitedly whine in sign language. He took out his phone and sent a message to Li Kerou, the head housekeeper of Ginkgo Manor: "The patriarch is back! The patriarch is back!"
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In the conference room of Ginkgo Manor, the bigwigs of various factions of the Qing family sat in the room, while the family head, who had not come down the mountain for more than ten years, was sitting at the head of the table.
By this time, all factions of the Qing family had become accustomed to this, but when the old man appeared at the meeting some time ago, everyone was extremely shocked.
They didn't even know what had changed the old man, causing him to make such a significant change.
At one point, they even recalled Qing Xun from more than ten years ago, the head of the Qing family who dared to sign the covenant at the fire pit as an ordinary person.
As the old man flipped through the economic report, he instructed, "Qingkun, why are 47% of your 171 companies failing to meet the standards?"
This so-called standard means that all companies must have 10% of their employees who are members of the parent-teacher association, and 30% of the management must be members of the parent-teacher association.
This matter also caused a great stir within the Qing family, simply because the head of the family was not taking over the Parents' Association, but rather handing the Qing family over to the Parents' Association.
Although the leader of the parents' meeting is the current head of the Qing family and chairman of the board of directors, this is a complete upheaval.
Qingkun replied with a bitter face, "Patriarch..."
The old man responded casually, "I'm just a working man now, you don't need to call me head of the household."
“Sigh…okay,” Qingkun continued to complain, “There are only so many members in our parent associations, and they’re growing too slowly. There aren’t enough for all the companies. The other day, two companies even got into a fight in the street over hiring people. What kind of behavior is that?”
Parent-teacher associations are no longer expanding as rapidly as they used to. They adhere to a six-month observation period followed by a six-month preparation period. In other words, nowadays, unless an ordinary person has made a significant contribution, it is difficult to join a parent-teacher association, although there are quite a few family members preparing for it.
So it's not that Qingkun and the others don't want to implement the policy, it's just that there aren't enough family members in the parents' meeting to go around!
That's outrageous!
Qingkun muttered, "Grandpa, could you ask them to relax the joining policy? A year is too long."
“No,” the old man shook his head: “I’m not a member of the parent-teacher association, so I can’t manage that area. It’s not my responsibility.”
Qingkun was speechless with anger. This old man had a knack for shirking responsibility. Whenever there was something to argue about, he would simply say that he wasn't the head of the family, but just a worker, and hoped that the Qing family patriarchs wouldn't make things difficult for him...
Qingkun was both amused and exasperated. "You've become a working-class person? Then who isn't a working-class person? Why are working-class people making things difficult for each other?"
At this moment, the old man changed the subject and pointed to Li Kerou sitting in the corner of the conference room: "You all know who she is. She is now Chairman Qingchen's confidential secretary and the head housekeeper of Ginkgo Manor. Stop calling her 'Little Li' all the time. Is 'Little Li' something you call her?"
However, when everyone turned their attention to Li Kerou, they found that she was looking down at her phone.
Someone frowned. Playing on your phone during a board meeting? That's not a good habit.
Before they could say anything, Li Kerou, dressed in a white suit, stood up, walked to the old man's side, bent down, and whispered something.
The next second, the old man slowly stood up: "Meeting adjourned."
The bigwigs were completely baffled. What was going on? Why did the meeting suddenly adjourn?
They suddenly realized that Li Kerou hadn't been playing on her phone; she must have received a very important message, one that even the old man valued!
So, what other news could possibly elicit such a reaction from the old man? Only news from Qing Chen…
However, everything in the Ginkgo Manor was calm and peaceful, with no signs of anything unusual.
Ten minutes later, Qing Ji received a notification and immediately opened the Shadow Gate and entered the void. Not long after, he returned carrying a security door, followed by a smiling Qing Chen.
Li Kerou stepped forward and asked, "Boss, have you had dinner yet? My kitchen staff have prepared 36 dishes... Are you staying at the manor tonight? I'll go change your bedding and make your bed..."
Qing Chen's gaze passed over her and went to the old man behind her. Li Kerou immediately knew better and stepped aside, not saying another word.
The old man calmly asked, "You've established yourself? That was pretty fast."
Qing Chen said with a smile, "We haven't settled in yet, so we came back to call for reinforcements. We've gotten a general understanding of the situation. The Western Continent isn't really a monolithic entity; they also face internal and external troubles. I think we have a chance."
The old man didn't seem to care about any of this. He remained silent, while Li Kerou chimed in, "Did you suffer?"
The old man's expression relaxed a bit. Li Kerou was quite perceptive; she was the one who said what the old man couldn't say...
Qingchen laughed: "Don't worry, I didn't suffer much."