Chapter Ninety-Two: Official Website

An hour later, drenched in sweat, I finally emerged from the mechanized combat room.

Achoo...

Oh no. Again!

I rubbed my nose out of habit. This time, I had sneezed five times in a row.

What bad luck. Why did I always start sneezing inexplicably whenever I left this place?

I didn’t think I’d offended anyone on the Salvage Planet... Could it be that the mechanical combat dummy had developed human feelings? Was it reluctant to let me go?

I glanced back at the combat room. So cold...

...

Of course, I had no idea that every time I came out of that room, someone somewhere was losing several days’ worth of rations because of me.

And today, five staff members who had bet against me and my ability to break through the 281-kilogram mark were stripped clean by some unlucky soul who cleaned them out in one greedy sweep of over two thousand credits.

That was a rare and extravagant gamble on the Salvage Planet. No wonder they were grinding their teeth in their hearts, cursing me with things like slipping on banana peels and endless sneezing.

I touched my nose again, then quickly pulled on a short-sleeved shirt and left the gym.

When I got back to the apartment, I suddenly felt something strange, as if someone were watching me from behind. But when I turned around, there was nothing there.

"Could I have suddenly overdone it today and worn myself out? Am I hallucinating?" I shook my head with a laugh and opened the door to my apartment. In these times, crime in the residential zones of the Salvage Planet was rare... especially crimes against men...

As soon as the door closed, two girls stepped out from the corner of the hallway. They had followed Qi Lin all the way after he left the gym, and now they stared at his apartment, raising a hand in the air in an excited slap.

"Yes!"

...

Completely unaware that he had already been followed, the man returned to his apartment and went straight into the bathroom, soaking comfortably in an ice bath while asking Little Rascal to connect to the official website of Age of Magic.

To be honest, up to now, this rookie who was about to advance to the second tier still had not finished his beginner's journey, and there were many things in the game he still did not understand.

In order to speed up the transformation from rookie to veteran, I had to learn as much about everything inside as possible!

The rivalry between the Supreme Mercenary Corps and the Dragonwolf Knight Corps had made me understand that the competition in Age of Magic was far fiercer than I had imagined.

If I kept leveling blindly like this, training on and on, at best I would become a player with decent skills. But if I wanted to stand against top organizations like the Chaotic Times Mercenary Corps or the Supreme Mercenary Corps... that would be no different from an ant trying to stop a chariot.

Even if I joined Windwalk Across the World, it probably would not change that fate.

Open!

With the stirring blast of a battle horn, more than twenty combat recordings appeared at once, arranged in rows on both sides of the light screen.

These were clips personally taken from the game by the Age of Magic Corporation, each belonging to a different story and plotline.

Yet under the stirring background music, there was not the slightest sense of confusion. On the contrary, the rapidly playing footage and the stories within it gave me an overwhelming sense of urgency and boiling excitement.

Especially that urgent horn call, and the real battle scenes that appeared from time to time, constantly stimulated the warrior within, urging me to fight...

The first clip on the left showed a human hero, newly out of the city and dressed in standard issue gear, challenging one monster after another that towered over him.

Even against monsters far stronger than himself, the human hero showed no fear at all. His expression was grave, and from his eyes blazed tenacity, defiance, and fierce battle spirit.

The second scene: a mercenary force clad entirely in silver gear, led by a knight in golden armor, gathered in a gloomy valley...

Opposite them stood what seemed to be a cunning and cruel intelligent boss.

The golden knight remained extraordinarily calm and composed. With silent gestures, he directed his mercenaries swiftly, skills and magic flying in tandem as they displayed formidable combat power.

The intelligent boss was no less fierce, repeatedly launching counterattacks in response to humanity's provocation... The battle lasted quite some time.

In the end, with a thunderous roar that shook heaven and earth, golden light burst from within the boss's body.

The third scene: beneath a dark and overcast sky, two mercenary groups led by human heroes unexpectedly encountered each other.

A man carrying a black magic sword rode atop a strange beast resembling a black dragon, looking down coldly at the prosperous city below and surveying the dense ranks of men and horses on the battlements.

The commander on the walls was a young hero, calm in demeanor yet still highly solemn as he watched the black dragon knight above. He issued commands one after another, dispatching his forces around him. Mages, archers, and catapults quickly took their positions atop the walls.

At that very moment!

With a domineering roar, the black dragon, together with the black dragon knight, shot straight into the city...

Almost simultaneously, the young hero reacted swiftly. As a startling battle intent erupted in his eyes, a dragon-headed staff inlaid with a huge crystal appeared in his hand out of thin air!

The next moment, violent lightning elements converged rapidly...

A bolt of thunder that split the heavens suddenly appeared, streaking toward the black dragon that had plunged into the city!

At the same time, the army outside the city, led by dozens of griffin riders, surged forward like a black tide to encircle and annihilate them!

On the walls, amid the crack of catapult mechanisms and the deafening roar of massive stones launching through the air, countless spells burst forth outside the city... and a great battle erupted.

If the three clips on the left revealed the progress of humanity, and humanity's yearning for greater power, greater authority, and ambition, then the several clips on the right interpreted the darkest and most shadowed side of the human heart.

First scene:

Against the backdrop of a desolate, frigid cemetery, a necromancer completely concealed beneath a broad cloak and magic robe stood like an aged sentinel, quietly gazing at the barren graves around him... The entire image exuded an eerie and mysterious air of sinister magic.

Suddenly!

The necromancer closed his eyes and slowly raised his gaunt hands. A mass of pitch-black death energy burst from within his body... Accompanied by a sudden, piercing wail and obscure, incomprehensible notes, the death energy instantly swept in all directions.

The graveyard, already shrouded in the strange aura of death, began to stir violently.

In the next moment, countless pale white claws pierced through the earth. From the graves that had moments ago seemed perfectly intact, one skeletal figure after another crawled out...

Like a small skeleton legion, they formed up neatly before the necromancer.

Second scene:

A necromancer mercenary corps wearing the same insignia on their chests led countless skeleton summons, using a wave-of-the-sea tactic to swiftly kill the guards and defenders, seize the human village before them, and then...

Massacre the village!

Within the blazing firelight...

Countless villagers' corpses were transformed by the necromancer into skeletons... and an even larger skeleton legion appeared!

As for the profession details of the fourth-tier necromancer, the system currently reveals only this much: only the Undead Empire possesses them.