novelraw Chapter 169-1: The Offering Ritual in the New World (1)
Chapter 169-1: The Offering Ritual in the New World (1)
Lin Xun manifested four complete Divine items in his hand.
His female superior’s small mouth parted slightly, her expression frozen in stupefaction…
“So many Divine items… How… How did you manage this?”
Li Xingyue was silent for a long time before she finally came back to her senses. She pondered for a moment, then spoke cautiously. “If your method of farming Divine items can be replicated, all you need to do is provide it to me, and I can apply for a Legendary-grade Divine item on your behalf.”
“Don’t mention just one Legendary-grade Divine item, if it were about elevating your soul talent to plus six, the organization wouldn’t hesitate to approve it.”
Naturally, Lin Xun’s method of farming Divine items was impossible for others to copy.
The prerequisite for entering a Hell Difficulty chapter was to achieve an SSS rating in a cleared chapter.
Even if, taking the most generous estimate, some Apostles could enter a Hell Difficulty chapter, the odds of them coincidentally encountering his omniscient world were incredibly low.
Attempting to mass-produce these items by farming Divine items was undoubtedly pure fantasy.
Lin Xun shook his head. “It’s not that I’m jealously hoarding my methods, other Apostles simply can’t do it.”Li Xingyue let out a soft sigh. “I suppose so. A soul talent as unique as yours is likely the only one in existence. That your method can’t be replicated is only natural.”
She seemed to have misunderstood, thinking he relied on his soul talent to farm Divine items.
He had no intention of explaining further.
Li Xingyue took the items he handed over and said slowly, “In the game, the value ratio between the two tiers of Divine items is about one to nine or one to ten. In other words, one Legendary Divine item can be worth nine or even ten Epic Divine items.”
“These Divine items you’re offering are indeed extremely valuable, but if you want to exchange them for a Legendary-grade one…”
The black stocking lady looked somewhat troubled.
Lin Xun frowned.
He had assumed that four Epic-grade Divine items would be more than enough to trade for a Legendary-grade one. He hadn’t expected such a massive gap in value between the two tiers.
Thinking carefully, he recalled that previously, it had taken three Rare+ grade items to synthesize one Epic-grade Divine item.
If this sort of synthesis formula advanced upward, nine Epic-grade items would combine into three Epic+ grade items, and three Epic+ grade items would combine into one Legendary-grade… then the value ratio Li Xingyue described was indeed accurate.
Li Xingyue lightly bit her red lip and put away the items. “I’ll give it a try and apply to headquarters first… If you can continue to acquire Divine items, just hand them all over to me.”
Lin Xun immediately understood her meaning.
She intended to leverage her internal connections to help him. However, trying to offset nine items’ worth with just four did indeed put her in a difficult position.
So she didn’t seal off the discussion, but instead encouraged him to farm more if possible.
The closer the total value came to that of a true Legendary-grade Divine item, the higher the success rate of the exchange.
“Team Leader Li…” Lin Xun felt somewhat moved.
“All right, don’t get so sentimental with me.” The black stocking lady waved her hand. “It’s getting late. Will you head home yourself, or should I take you back?”
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Yun Capital City, Apostle Security Council Headquarters Building.
In the early hours, the lights in the top-floor office were still brightly lit.
A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit set aside his documents. Just as he was about to pick up his thermos cup for a sip of hot tea, his phone suddenly rang.
His brow furrowed, but when he saw the caller ID, he relaxed and answered the call.
“Little girl, still awake at this hour? What do you need from your uncle?”
A young woman’s voice came from the other end of the line.
“That Legendary-grade Divine item you promised me, has it been half a year already? Still no sign of it?”
Li Long’s expression froze. After a long silence, he muttered in a low voice, “You’re calling me in the middle of the night just to chase me about that? Listen to your uncle, young people should get more rest…”
“Besides, you’re only at fifth difficulty right now. Your current soul talent is sufficient. There’s no need to rush upgrading it…”
“I have urgent use for it.”
Li Long rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, “Fine, fine, I’ll figure something out. I’ll get it to you as soon as possible… At most one month, I swear.”
“Then thank you, Uncle.”
On the other end, the woman’s tone shifted, her voice turning sweet, like a younger generation pestering for a New Year’s red envelope.
Li Long hung up the call and shook his head with a smile. “This girl… Just like my brother… Indeed she has the same temperament as her father.”
He stared blankly out the floor-to-ceiling window. Neon lights flickered endlessly in the night.
In the reflection on the glass, his face seemed to morph into the visage of someone he could never forget.
“If, back then… the one who survived hadn’t been me… How much better that would have been…”
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The following day.
A mutton restaurant outside an old residential block.
Lin Xun shoveled fragrant sticky rice into his mouth with a porcelain spoon while scrolling on his phone.
The top news headline on the screen was: ‘Gas pipeline explosion near Wen City Public Security Bureau results in at least 5 dead, 43 injured.’
He tapped into the article details.
“At approximately midnight on September 13 local time, a gas pipeline explosion occurred at a shop near the Wen City Public Security Bureau. The incident has so far caused at least 5 deaths and 43 injuries. The injured include staff members of the Wen City Public Security Bureau as well as employees of surrounding shops.”
“About 200 residents in the area were evacuated in an emergency. Gas company workers were later dispatched to carry out repairs. The specific cause of the explosion is still under investigation…”
Lin Xun finished his combined breakfast and lunch, then got up and returned home.
The Source of the Apocalypse contamination incident last night hadn’t actually caused any deaths; the headline released in the news was merely a smokescreen.
Although there was an illusion of the Idyllic Sanctuary covering the area near the Public Security Bureau, the commotion last night had been so large that there were inevitably bystanders who heard the noise.
The authorities had no choice but to issue a statement, partly to explain things to the curious masses, and partly to show the hidden New World that they were taking action.
Once he was back home, his soul strength had recovered to two-thirds.
Lin Xun opened the Writer Assistant app, getting ready to write a new chapter. He planned to go online again in the evening once his soul strength was fully restored to grind the game… no, to diligently cultivate.
[The Lower-Tier Seat Pass for the Disciple Sanctum you hold has issued a summons…]
[Please teleport to the Disciple Sanctum within one hour!]
A familiar line of game text abruptly appeared in his field of vision.
Lin Xun was helpless and could only pull out his phone to log in.
“Sometimes when I miss updates, it’s really out of my control… Readers in the comments, don’t curse me out…”