Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 347 - 272 Article 1 Anchor_3

Chapter 347: Chapter 272 Article 1 Anchor_3

Wang Hao was creeped out by this crazy description.

The copy in the text-based game had likely been simplified.

The real scene was probably ten times more terrifying.

"This pioneering difficulty is too extreme, it took three lives just to create one anchor!"

Wang Hao opened the photo, it was again "Ganlu Temple," and again "statue." It felt familiar, but the statue in the photo had been eroded smooth by the wind, with a streak of blood standing out conspicuously.

He sighed, acknowledging that everything is difficult at the beginning, but fortunately, having seized this dilapidated City God Temple, the first step had finally been taken.

[Character: Li Qingshan is close to a mental breakdown, he needs proper rest before he can continue the game. (14 hours 32 minutes 9 seconds)]

The rest time had been extended to 14 hours.

[Current number of anchors: 1.]

[Dilapidated City God Temple, provides 3 units of Idealist Power, enjoy reduced chance of wild beast attacks within the temple due to protective ether.]

[Owning this anchor increases the transmission ability of the Power of Illusion by 100%.]

[You can enhance the strength of this anchor by sheltering local natives and altering their beliefs and cognition. Current number of human beings sheltered: 0]

"Is this a world where faith breeds gods?"

A 100% increase seemed like a lot, but it was actually due to the small baseline.

"This text game is quite fun!" Wang Hao was sitting on pins and needles, eager to continue playing.

Unfortunately, his main man, Li Qingshan, had fallen.

And the ratio of the game world’s time to real-world time was uncertain, outside the City God Temple it was night, and poison gas lingered around, making it unsafe to send anyone else for exploration. A single venomous snake bite could be lethal.

"Forget it, let’s leave it at that for today! We’ll see when Comrade Li recovers." Wang Hao stood up and stretched his body.

He went downstairs to man the internet cafe’s front desk.

Business, after all, was very important.

Without a business as a shield, one would just end up a shut-in.

Wang Hao thought about it and wrote a sign, placing it at the door: "Hiring a network manager, must have adequate interpersonal skills to resolve customer disputes. Gender no matter, salary negotiable!"

We can afford to pay, surely someone will apply, right?

...

...

"Whirr, whirr..."

Li Qingshan gradually woke from his break and collapse, finding himself back in the Game Training Camp.

Above him was a bright ceiling, and he was submerged in a light blue nutritional fluid.

Bathed in the nutritional fluid, it felt like returning to his mother’s womb, providing a sense of security akin to that of a newborn, as the dread of dying three times gradually dissipated.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when a double "beep" sound rang out, and the nutritional fluid was drained.

Li Qingshan shook his head to make sure he was alright, then climbed out of the incubator and took a deep breath.

Just as he stepped out, a mob of people surged over.

Leading them was Comrade Lu Tianming, number 12: "How are you feeling? Are you alright?"

"I might be... alright," Li Qingshan recalled the tragedy of growing white fur all over his body and shivered.

Although he knew in his heart that this fear was unnecessary... he could keep resurrecting, and the "Game" wouldn’t let him die easily.

But physical pain was real and unavoidable.

Either his skull was being gnawed open, or white hair was growing on his nose—who could endure such torture?

"That world, just like in a horror movie, a slight lapse in caution leads to immediate death. Yet, there truly might be the higher-level idealism plane recorded, inhabited by Evil Gods, Subordinate Demon Gods, even Demon Gods," Li Qingshan mused for a moment, summarizing his reincarnation experience in a few words, "At the last moment, I had an epiphany and watered the temple statue with my blood from my heart, not knowing its purpose?"

A scientific expert said, "Your heart’s blood might possess some power of the ’Game’; it used this method to anchor that statue..."

"So, does that statue possess some mystical qualities?"

People didn’t understand the principle behind it, but they could imagine and speculate.

While everyone was discussing, Lu Tianming took out a potion from his backpack: "Although we here have the means to erase memories, I don’t recommend clearing your memories for the sake of our future pioneering work... This is a memory counteracting potion, a special formula. If you can’t hold on, have a drink."

Li Qingshan, having no other choice, took the potion and drank it in one gulp.

The crazy scenes seemed to turn into scenes from a movie, and his original guiding thoughts gradually faded.

Next, he went to the conference room to report his observations.

In fact, as soon as he reported the "Mountain and Sea Realm," it had triggered the highest-level attention of human leaders.

Because it was highly probable that it was a high-level idealism plane—likely the next step for the "Game"!

After a while, the leaders of the Abnormal Foundation from Blue Star also gathered.

To be honest, there was no need to hide such matters, because a high-level idealism plane was far too complex. Zhuangzi’s "Carefree Travel" described it, "In the Northern Darkness there is a fish, named Kun. Kun is so huge, I don’t know its thousands of miles in size" depicts the high-level idealism plane.

Not just a Black-clothed Guard could handle it; it would require huge amounts of resources and logistical support to secure a foothold.

Li Qingshan took a deep breath, organized his language, and completely described his three death experiences, along with various observed details: mountains floating in the sky, withered yellow grasslands, babbling brooks, and that dilapidated temple.

"There are a few questions that need to be explained," Dr. Jin of the Black-clothed Guard, fascinated, asked, "You died, did your body stay there? When you resurrected and went back, could you find your own body and leftover items?"

"Yes, that’s also something that puzzled me."

Li Qingshan recalled the scene of finding his own body, the back of his head had been bitten open, brain matter eaten, yet that twisted human face was intact.

Well, he had found his own body... It just sounded strange.

"The ’Game’ did not use time reversal techniques, but the ’Game’ is not proficient in superpowers related to soul and spirit, how did it save you? That is a question."

"Maybe the ’Game’ is more complex than we thought, it’s not just a Demon God, but... many?"

Dr. Jin asked, "Throughout this process, did you fully exert your subjectivity? Were you not being controlled?"

"Perhaps, the ’Game’ did not forcefully control me this time," Li Qingshan replied. "I believe most of the choices were made by myself, of course... that’s just my own judgment."

Another Supernaturalist, Constantin, asked, "Did technological creations lose effect there?"

Li Qingshan said, "High-end technology seemed to have lost effect, simple things like matches still worked. Strange Objects were also effective."

The night vision goggles he had carried, which also represented high-end technology combining semiconductor, optical, and microcomputer technologies, failed to function at all.

Those present asked a few more questions.

Some were answered, others, Li Qingshan didn’t know the answers to either.

"I think I might know why the ’Game’ did this," said Dr. Jin, adjusting his glasses. "It wants to seize that high-level idealism plane, but it struggles with insufficient anchoring and can’t massively project its power, so it sent humans into play."

"Human beings in the Etheric Abyss are somewhat special after all."

Mr. Hei Jin from the Abnormal Foundation asked, "Does the ’Game’ mean for all of us to assist Li Qingshan in pioneering?"

They also had a game character over there, Ms. Feng Ling!