On Friday, Qing Bingke returned home, kicked off her troublesome high heels, tossed away her handbag, then stripped off her clothes, revealing youthful, vibrant curves, and leapt gracefully into the [Deep Sea Fish Tank].
This was a habit shared by Deep Sea players all over the world. After getting home, they did not eat or shower—they took off their clothes and entered the Deep Sea game directly.
“Open the Deep Sea forum. Log in with ID [Ice Cola].”
Qing Bingke completed the final operation before her consciousness faded.
[ID: Ice Cola]
[Status: Deep Diving]
The next second, dazzling floating ice appeared before her. She stepped onto it, and a large flock of penguins crowded around her.
“Big Sis Bing, Big Sis Bing, that dungeon you were following before seems to have movement!”
A penguin with blue-dyed feathers waved its flippers at Qing Bingke, trying to get her attention.
“Hmm? The Shibuya Incident one? I speculated back then that any dungeon capable of producing a monster like Jogo, who can one-shot players wearing million-yuan equipment, definitely wouldn’t be simple.”
Qing Bingke shook the iced cola in her hand. The slender-waisted, long-legged penguin big sister sucked the cola empty in one gulp.
“Burp~ A winter theme just has to be paired with iced cola to feel good!” the big-sister penguin said, letting out a burp.
“Sis, what season do you not drink iced cola in?” the blue-feathered penguin asked in astonishment, but it was quickly shoved aside by the other penguins squeezing forward.
“Sis, Sis, look at me! I found a livestream room where two players are talking about the Shibuya Incident!”
“Another clickbait stream selling so-called insider information. Not watching.” The big-sister penguin tossed her head and made to leave.
Qing Bingke was ranked 1001st on the [Deep Sea Rankings], which proved that she had experienced at least three million-yuan extractions from classified dungeons.
That meant she was a [Deep Sea Gold Digger]. In reality, she was also a teacher at Deep Sea University.
All the players crowding around her wanted Qing Bingke to carry them a little and teach them the technique of “getting rich overnight.”
“Tonight at eight-thirty, Shibuya Grand Stage. If you’ve got the life to spare, come.”
Behind her, a male voice that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling sounded from the livestream room.
“Bring your equipment. Sharpen your blades. Come to Tokyo’s largest underground subway line: the Hanzomon Line. Come experience the most miserable day of your player career.”
Two sentences hooked Qing Bingke’s curiosity.
Who was this man?
How did he dare assert that the major event of the [Shibuya Incident] classified dungeon would happen today?
Rationally speaking, Qing Bingke was unwilling to believe Chen Lai’s words, but the man’s lingering tone added a great deal of credibility.
Unlike many insider-information frauds who were always saying “something big is coming,” Chen Lai dared to make a prediction—predicting the location, the time, and even the intensity of the major event.
“Log in.”
As a Deep Sea Gold Digger ranked 1001st, Qing Bingke was extremely decisive. In any case, it was only fifty thousand yuan worth of equipment. If she had to pay, she would pay.
Before the great vortex of the [Shibuya Incident], countless penguins suddenly appeared, lining up to dive in.
In Juexionghu’s livestream room, Chen Lai’s “prophecy” was fermenting. The number of players in the [Shibuya Incident] classified dungeon was climbing rapidly, soon breaking past one thousand.
But this was also the limit. Not every player could afford the fifty thousand yuan in entry gear. Once things reached this point, there would be more players blocking extraction points and ambushing others, and the entire dungeon would become extremely chaotic.
“Because of that one sentence of yours, this classified dungeon is going to become very chaotic tonight.”
Juexionghu looked at the traffic flooding into the livestream room, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Chen Lai glanced at the time. Today’s sun was about to set again. In winter, the days were short and the nights were long; there were still a full three hours until the Shibuya Incident.
He stubbed out his cigarette on the takeout box, stepped down from the dangerous edge of the rooftop, and looked at Juexionghu, who was tangled up with the bullet comments.
“The messier, the better. It’s like decocting traditional medicine. Only when a dozen or twenty different herbs go into the pot together can their medicinal properties be brought out.”
No sooner had he spoken than two people, one old and one young, walked out from the rooftop access. The old one had a head full of white hair and pitch-black eyes; the young one had yellow hair and was rather tall.
The spirit-channeling grandmother-and-grandson pair had arrived!
“In a moment, I’ll channel Fushiguro Toji’s physical information onto you. Mm, the Heavenly Tyrant—this power is rightfully ours to use.”
“I know, I know, Granny. You’re so naggy… Hey, who are you people?”
The yellow-haired youth had sharp eyes. As soon as he got onto the rooftop, he spotted Chen Lai standing not far away, as well as Juexionghu sitting on the edge of the roof.
“Tch, what a pain. Who knows where these new jujutsu sorcerers keep popping up from? They just won’t leave us alone.”
The yellow-haired youth had been disgusted by players. A cold gleam showed in his eyes, and blue cursed energy gathered in his hand.
“Kill them, then get to business. Don’t waste time.”
The old woman leaned on her cane and walked to the side to begin carving the spirit-channeling array.
The yellow-haired youth licked his lips and walked toward Chen Lai and Juexionghu.
“I tailed these two curse users before,” a player with the ID [Great Western King] suddenly spoke up in the bullet comments.
“I think I saw your post on the forum. These two jujutsu sorcerers are Grade 2, right?” someone in the comments quickly asked.
“No.” Great Western King denied it. “Under normal conditions, they should be Grade 2, but after spirit-channeling, they’ll have the level of a Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer.”
“Is that so?”
Chen Lai listened as Juexionghu read out the comments, excitement appearing on his face.
“Then all the more reason to deal with them quickly!”
The blue-black police uniform flashed past in the wind, and the badge of the Shibuya Metropolitan Police Department shone brilliantly beneath the night.
“Hey, I’m talking to you—”
Before the yellow-haired youth could finish speaking, Chen Lai had already charged right up in front of him, the smile on his face wicked, wild, and arrogant.
He pressed one hand against the yellow-haired youth’s back, letting him serve as a better “chopping board,” while his right hand clenched into a fist and rose high in the cold night.
“What the fuck, six sets of Divine Strength!” Juexionghu cried out in shock.
Yes. The [Heavenly Restriction], which cost one hundred and fifty thousand yuan and strengthened only the body, was simply too exaggerated in close-combat stats. The speed Chen Lai displayed was no different from teleportation.
The next second, a heavy punch swung out and struck the yellow-haired youth in the abdomen. His body bent forward like a shrimp, and the bubble gum he had been chewing shot out of his mouth.
“What kind of joke is this?! Are you from the Zenin clan?!”
The yellow-haired youth knelt before Chen Lai, vomiting as he shouted the question.
He could not understand it. Among the current owners of [Heavenly Restriction] in the jujutsu world that he knew of, one was Fushiguro Toji, who was already dead, and the other was Zenin Maki, who was studying at Jujutsu High.
The guy before him had no cursed energy, yet his physical talent was this terrifying… But wasn’t Zenin Maki a woman?
Chen Lai did not answer. Instead, he grabbed the yellow-haired youth by the hair and lifted him up like a dead dog.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang!”
His fists hammered into the yellow-haired youth’s face like a pile driver. Chen Lai controlled his strength. He did not want the yellow-haired youth dead; this guy’s life had to be kept to threaten the white-haired old woman.
The old woman had just lowered the [Curtain]. When she turned her head, she saw that her own grandson had already been beaten by Chen Lai to the point of nearly dying.
Her pupils shrank. The man before her gave her the feeling of facing a wild beast.
“C-can we reconcile?”