The King of Black Fog

Although he seemed to be sitting, from Li Changzhou's actual perspective, he was lying down, as if the chair had been laid flat and then he sat on it.

Li Qianxia suddenly sighed and said, "I actually quite like my current life, whether it's attending lectures or playing Value games."

"Like playing Value games?" Yang Qinglan looked at her, and Li Changzhou let out a sigh of relief, as if someone had propped up his chair.

"Like it!" Li Qianxia's voice was full of excitement, "Don't you think it's very much like an adventure team in a fantasy novel? Gathering the strength and wisdom of the three of us to clear levels is like playing King of Glory, League of Legends, and PUBG with my best friends. It's not interesting to play alone, but with friends, it's especially fun. I wish I could play every day!"

Yang Qinglan didn't play games, so she couldn't empathize with this analogy.

However, the preceding remark about 'an adventure team in a fantasy novel' made her smile.

Together with like-minded friends, gathering equipment, defeating monsters, facing trials, and experiencing the various aspects of the world is the romance in many people's hearts.

"What do you think?" She turned her face to ask Li Changzhou.

"What?"

Yang Qinglan smiled slightly, a glint of blue in her eyes, and Li Changzhou once again felt weightless, his body pressing against the back of the seat like a plastic bag in a strong wind.

"I think Miss Yang, you are right, and I agree with your point of view!" Li Changzhou clasped his hands on the armrests to prevent himself from sliding off the chair back, and without changing his expression, guessed an answer.

"Brother, are you even listening properly?" Even Li Qianxia said that; it seemed he had guessed wrong again.

Not only in their corner, but every seat in Ming'en Hall had its own story, like a 50-story apartment building that looked the same on the outside, yet each household had its own joys and sorrows.

A group of old men sat together, drinking tea, as if this place was some elderly clubhouse.

A few individuals, obviously affluent elites, treated Ming'en Hall as if it were a high-class hotel ballroom.

A bunch of high school students were chattering noisily, both excited and nervous, bragging to each other about how many people they had taken down in instances, how many tigers they had slide-tackled, and what their relationship with the Special Warfare Bureau was like, boasting about chauffeured transport and secret missions.

"Hey, hey!" came the sounds of mic testing from all around.

Ming'en Hall suddenly fell silent.

"Good evening, everyone, Master Huang's lecture will start in three minutes. Please return to your seats and keep quiet."

Those who were standing or visiting relatives all returned to their seats.

No one spoke again, and some children squirmed in their seats, unable to sit still, as their excitement echoed under the high dome of Ming'en Hall.

In less than three minutes, an old man with a goatee, wearing a flowing Daoist robe, walked up.

On the spacious stage, there was only a table and chair set, one microphone, one cup of water, and him alone, with the eyes of thousands of people all focused on him.

"Good evening, everyone," Daoist Huang said with a smile.

The applause started somewhere and quickly spread, sounding very enthusiastic.

"Why does this feel like just another routine meeting?" Li Qianxia clapped while whispering to the other two.

"What did you expect?" Li Changzhou clapped along.

"At least the entrance could have been different, right?"

"Like what?" Yang Qinglan gently tapped the palm of her right hand with the fingers of her left.

"Like descending from the sky with a bolt of lightning! With a crack, and he's standing on the stage! Even if that's too low, he should at least teleport like my brother, right? Walking up there doesn't have the presence of someone who has broken through limits!" Li Qianxia said with animated eyebrows.

"Perhaps it's not that Master Huang doesn't want to, but he simply doesn't have the skill to make an impactful entrance. It's better to walk on stage than to bounce and jump around."

After a pause, Yang Qinglan suddenly asked, "How long are we going to clap for?"

The clapping was indeed endless, and no one knew who the sycophant leading it was.

At last, at last, the applause finally stopped.

"It seems everyone is looking forward to this," Master Huang stroked his goatee, looking pleased, "so I won't waste words and will get straight to the point!"

Clap clap clap!

Someone started clapping again!

Internally, everyone cursed about the excess of formalism and wished for something more substantial, while externally, they all smiled and joined in the clapping.

Li Changzhou took a glance and saw that there was even someone taking photos. What for? To post on the bulletin board?

At last, at last, the lecture finally started.

"Everyone must be very interested in the changes after a breakthrough. Today I'll start by talking about that," Master Huang began.

Everyone focused intently, sternly reminding themselves in their hearts: Anyone who dares to clap at this moment will be subjected to "survival of the fittest" on the spot.

The person must have sensed the danger too, as they did not dare to stick out their neck again.

"After a breakthrough, the biggest change is that the four attributes of 'Strength, Agility, Constitution, Perception' disappear, and two new categories, 'Ability' and 'Origin,' are added."

"Origin is easy to understand. Before your breakthrough, you players are like babies; a breakthrough means leaving the womb and coming into the world. When you come into the world, you have an origin."

"There are many types of origins, which are determined by the level of your attributes before your breakthrough. The higher the attributes, the better the origin."

"By the way, I'd like to remind everyone that temporary attribute increases cannot be used for breakthroughs."

Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia turned their heads to look at Li Changzhou, who was leaning back in his chair, expressionless.

The two female college students exchanged glances, and Li Qianxia burst out laughing with a "pfft," covering her mouth and bending over, while Yang Qinglan also pursed her lips in a smile.

Li Changzhou gave them a cold glare filled with murderous intent.

Miss Yang, who was suppressing her laughter, added a soft and tender beauty to her gemstone-like elegance and refinement.