Chapter 100: Dark Currents Rising

Little Tiger waited patiently down the mountain, anticipating Linda's awakening.

After more than ten minutes, Linda slowly awoke to find a book diligently watching over her.

Seeing her awaken, the book instantly became cheerful, then said with feigned concern:

"May I caress your backside?"

"Ah!!" Linda fainted once more.

After this latest awakening, Linda had resigned herself to her fate.

She prepared to silently endure the humiliation but then realized that she hadn't been physically harmed. Although the wicked book's language was utterly lewd and vulgar, it took no actual physical actions.

She gradually realized she was safe. "Though it's a dark book filled with evil talk," she thought, "it's sexually impotent, only capable of verbal antics and spewing dirty jokes all day."

"May I caress your backside?" Another voice echoed.

Meanwhile, in a lush forest.

"Light spell!" "It's blind, hurry!" "Dark Listening." "Spring Tendrils!"

Several first-level witches, sweating profusely and holding their staffs, cast low-level magic spells one by one. After countless flashes of light, a six-meter-tall lesser beast crashed down.

"We succeeded!" "Our mentor will reward us!"

A group of young witches cheered excitedly and hurried over to the beast's corpse to collect materials. "Do you think," one asked, "if we keep working hard, we'll have a chance in the Inter-Academy Exchange Competition of the Three Great Witch Kingdoms five years from now?"

"It's unlikely to be held again, isn't it? The era of wicked dark witches has returned, referred to by the academy's mentors as the 'Post-Rose Dark Era.' Emperor Medusa rules the world now, with the Rose Kingdom of the Mountaintop leading."

A moment later, they happily turned and left.

Over ten minutes later, disgusting, twisted, long snakes, skinless and resembling raw red tentacles, emerged from a tree hole. They moved silently, gliding into the lesser beast's body through the cuts in its skin.

"Finally, the body is ours," a voice softly echoed, its Chinese pronunciation perfectly pure.

Whoosh! An incredibly terrifying scene suddenly unfolded.

A dead beast, its eyes dull and lifeless, surprisingly stood up and came back to life.

Desecrating corpses and manipulating the dead — this was breaking through a forbidden domain, an unbelievable feat that even Emperor Medusa, the Death Emperor, had failed to achieve. If the young witches who had just left had seen it, they would have been utterly shocked and incredulous.

Boom, boom, boom! The beast then began to throw punches in place, demonstrating mighty power.

"In this foreign world, my family's inherited martial arts, like Bajibeng, can be perfectly displayed. This body is quite good!"

His movements were extremely sluggish at first, but his body rapidly adapted, quickly becoming agile. Soon, he could swiftly run and leap through the forest, his movements as nimble as an ape.

Long Ji was considered one of the top-tier elite operatives and agents in the current army.

His marksmanship and assassination skills were not the strongest, not even ranking in the top thirty. However, he was chosen over others because his martial arts were unparalleled; he was a true inheritor of China's millennia-old traditional martial arts culture.

Indeed, in an era where firearms had relegated martial arts and combat skills to a secondary role, he had been sidelined for a long time. Yet, this time, he was chosen for a special mission.

Initially, when his superiors assigned him a confidential mission that reportedly could influence the nation's destiny, he was serious. He expected a life-or-death task: infiltrating an enemy country, assassinating a key figure, or acquiring data from a secret research institute.

He was willing to sacrifice his life for his country without hesitation.

But when he learned his mission was to play a casual online game and become its winner, he was completely dumbfounded.

A confidential mission that would affect a nation's fate—and he was supposed to play a game?

In his leisure time, he wasn't unfamiliar with web novels; some popular online gaming novels featured settings exactly like this.

Such novels typically began with a down-on-his-luck, long-sidelined, retired special forces veteran receiving a confidential state mission to play an online game.

For various reasons, this game influenced the destinies of major nations across Earth.

The protagonist, a 'Long Aotian' type, would immediately gain a hidden class in the game, constantly stumble upon fortuitous events, level up madly, establish guilds and cities, snatch bosses, and utterly crush players from other countries, eventually reaching the pinnacle of life in both the game and reality...

"Don't tell me I haven't read online gaming novels! How is this the exact same plot?" Long Ji had a speechless expression. "And it's happening to me?"

Though he complained, he knew he wasn't truly the protagonist.

As an agent who had often engaged with foreign super agents over the years, he knew full well how terrifying they were.

"Let me guess, the strongest fighters are undoubtedly those few: Bell, the 'Explosive Dragon' from the U.S., rumored to be able to fight crocodiles bare-handed; and Yamada, the swordmaster from the island nation, rumored to be able to precisely cut incoming arrows. They must all be here, right?

Who among these thirteen people are you, hiding? In today's age of advanced firearms, we martial artists have been overshadowed. This time, we, the last inheritors of ancient martial arts from various nations, will have a true competition in this world!"

"And don't think I don't know what you're doing," he continued to whisper. "Was the death of that player, trampled by a thirty-meter beast, really an accident?"

"The screenshot that player took just before dying showed the beast that trampled him with lifeless eyes and a stiff body—clearly a dead beast, just like my current situation. You've already started collecting scattered parts of the evil god!"

The first player had already quit the game.

Clearly, others were secretly working to assassinate innocent players.

The few hidden among them, as "muscle players," were each collecting body parts from around the world to become stronger and kill the other twelve. The goal was to become the sole "muscle structure," completely dominating the body of the Cthulhu evil god.

At that point, they would be the final victor.

His voice turned cold. "They're fabricating accidental deaths that make players quit the game, trying to slaughter them as much as possible before ordinary players catch on, lest they all hide and become hard to find."

"A storm is brewing."

"The entire game's landscape will undergo intense upheaval."

He thought for a moment, then strode quickly away. "I started later than them, and my luck has been terrible. I've only just managed to get a beast body."

"This world has indigenous supernatural powers, and my six-meter beast body is still too weak. But a beast that knows martial arts is unstoppable! With this six-meter body, I'm confident enough to challenge a beast over ten meters tall one-on-one....

Then I can swap out beast bodies, one by one, getting larger with each exchange.

Once I've swapped to a fifty or sixty-meter beast, I should be able to ambush a small town. With the 'zombie' characteristics of this body—being a beast corpse itself—ordinary second or third-level witches shouldn't be my match. I can burst into the streets, enter a wizard's potion shop there, and snatch a bottle of 'Evil Eye Blood' along with various stabilizing potions. Then I can endure the 'Wizard Aptitude Ritual' and gain wizard aptitude."

His goal was very clear.

He believed others were also figuring out how to prioritize obtaining these potions to become wizards.

Clearly, undercurrents were surging in this struggle.

"There it is."

He strode quickly. Before him, in the lush forest, he suddenly spotted a gray beast over ten meters tall. Its eyes gleamed with scarlet, violent light as it semi-crouched slightly, adopting an ancient martial arts opening stance.

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