Luo Feng was very humble before his teacher, yet his words carried an unshakable determination.
Zhenyan, looking at his respectful apprentice, shook his head and couldn’t help but smile. “Luo Feng, your decision is somewhat reckless. Yet, standing before me, you haven’t wavered even slightly, which is very good! To become a powerful warrior, one must often reflect upon oneself, and correct any mistakes immediately upon discovery. And if you believe yourself correct, then you must persist as though it were a sacred belief.”
“Since your decision is firm, I won’t persuade you further!”
“One last word—come back alive and see me again.” Zhenyan gazed at his promising apprentice. With an existence spanning countless eons, he had seen generation after generation of disciples perish.
“Teacher, I will definitely return alive.” Luo Feng bowed respectfully.
“Go then!”
Zhenyan nodded and waved his hand.
Luo Feng bowed deeply, then turned and walked out of the training hall. Watching him leave, Zhenyan’s eyes held a flicker of complexity before his figure instantly vanished.
…
As Luo Feng exited the training hall, servants and guards within the manor hurriedly bowed upon seeing him.
“Your Highness.”
“Your Highness.”
The crowd was very respectful.
Yet Luo Feng’s brow furrowed slightly as he pondered, “Teacher is right. Those who dare to accept Desperate Missions are all confident in their abilities, yet the mortality rate still reaches as high as ninety percent. I have my Mosha Clan clone and the Rhinestone Colossus clone. My survival ability is ten times stronger than others’, yet I still cannot afford to be careless.”
Just in the past six months, he had encountered four Dangerous-Rank missions, and had truly been in danger twice.
Both times, he had instantly switched to his Mosha Clan clone, and relied on its incredible speed and agility—attaining Domain Lord Grade 9—to escape.
If even Dangerous-Rank missions posed such threats, then a Desperate-Rank mission naturally required the utmost caution.
…
Luo Feng entered his study, sat before his desk, opened his laptop, and directly accessed the system.
The options appeared: Safe-Rank, Common-Rank, Hard-Rank, Dangerous-Rank, and Desperate-Rank.
“Desperate-Rank!” Without hesitation, Luo Feng clicked.
Beep—beep—beep—beep—beep—beep—
An ear-piercing alarm sounded from the screen.
“Luo Feng, this is a serious warning: this is a Desperate-Rank mission. Many members of the Primordial and Origin Secrets in the history of our Virtual Universe Company have lost their lives undertaking such missions. It is recommended that you… participate in several Qualifier Battles before attempting a Desperate-Rank mission.” The mechanical voice echoed within the study.
“Press Cancel to retreat, or Confirm to accept the Desperate-Rank mission.”
“Once confirmed, there is no turning back.”
“You must undertake this Desperate-Rank mission!”
Luo Feng grinned, then clicked Confirm.
Beep!
The screen refreshed automatically, revealing a new page—one visible only when truly accepting a Desperate-Rank mission.
At the top of the page was a line: “Desperate-Rank missions have a mortality rate of ninety percent. Surviving the desperate situation requires both strength and luck. You may choose up to two Desperate-Rank missions—choose wisely.”
“List of Desperate-Rank Missions:
1. Hellish Abyss (Virtual Universe Company’s Origin Secret)
2. Cloud Palace (Axe Combat Arena’s Divine Origin Secret)
…
8. Demon Mountain (Virtual Universe Company’s Primordial Secret)
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12. Dead Star (Galactic Mercenary Alliance’s Glory Secret)
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18. Blood Demon Continent (Galactic First Bank’s Blood Secret)”
Luo Feng frowned slightly as he read the list. “There are 186 Dangerous-Rank missions, yet only 18 Desperate-Rank missions—truly pitifully few.”
Of the 18 desperate missions, 4 were located within the Virtual Universe Company’s hidden realms, while the remaining 14 belonged to the Axe Combat Arena, Galactic Mercenary Alliance, Galactic Star River Bank, and Galactic First Bank. Just reading the names, Luo Feng could already sense the overwhelming danger. Being called “desperate” was certainly no exaggeration.
“Hmm…”
“I should first carefully examine what these desperate situations actually are.” Luo Feng began browsing.
Each desperate mission had a detailed introduction and specific task requirements.
The reward points varied.
The lowest was “Dead Star,” which had three tasks, each offering 100,000 points—altogether not insignificant.
The highest was the “Hellish Abyss” mission, offering a single reward of one million points.
…
Carefully reading and contemplating for half an hour.
“Hmph!”
Luo Feng inhaled sharply, staring at the screen and murmuring, “This is indeed ruthless. What they said before was correct. To safely survive a desperate mission, strength is fundamental, but a bit of luck is also required. Even I, if caught in a nightmarish situation with all my clones exposed, might not make it out alive.”
Each of the 18 missions was extremely brutal!
“As long as my luck isn’t too bad, I still have a certain chance.”
“Which one should I choose?”
Luo Feng felt no fear or worry.
In this world, nothing is absolutely safe. Even an ordinary person on Earth might be struck by a flowerpot falling from the sky. Even if you follow traffic rules, a drunk driver might violate them and hit you. Even someone as powerful as Luo Feng could face misfortune.
Perhaps some supreme being, suffering a tragic event, might vent their rage and slaughter a group of younglings.
Perhaps a super-being from the insect or machine race might launch an attack, crossing the cosmos to enter the hidden realm and kill off a group of younglings.
In short, nothing is absolutely safe. As long as there is a chance, one must dare to venture forth.
“Hmm, the ‘Demon Mountain’ mission is the only Desperate-Rank mission in the Primordial Secret. According to the description, it seems relatively suitable for me. Since it’s nearby, I’ll choose it!” Luo Feng’s eyes lit up as he lightly clicked to accept the mission.
“Beep!”
“Please confirm acceptance of the Demon Mountain training mission.”
“Mission accepted.”
“Please enter your departure time. The Virtual Universe Company will arrange transport to Demon Mountain.”
Luo Feng inhaled deeply and nodded slightly.
…
Demon Mountain was an ancient and mysterious place within the Primordial Secret.
It floated in the void.
Surrounding Demon Mountain were nine ancient planets. Many natives lived on these planets, and countless native warriors would leave their homeworlds to enter Demon Mountain. Only those who survived Demon Mountain would be officially recruited by the Virtual Universe Company.
Indeed!
Unlike Blood Luo World, Demon Mountain and the surrounding nine ancient planets were controlled by the Virtual Universe Company. Yet in terms of mystery, the “Demon Mountain” itself was even more enigmatic.
…
Demon Mountain Mission:
1. Survive for three months in Demon Mountain—reward: 100,000 points.
2. Survive for three years in Demon Mountain—reward: 300,000 points.
Only two missions, very simple.
Just survival!
Yet after carefully reading the notes on the Demon Mountain mission, Luo Feng realized that even mere survival was extremely difficult.
…
Two days later.
A spaceship arrived at Luo Feng’s territory, landing on the Starry Land.
“Prince Luo Feng.”
Three men in black uniforms disembarked from the ship and bowed respectfully.
“Let’s go.” Luo Feng, wearing camouflage armor over his body, military pants and combat boots, with the Mist Cloud Battle Suit underneath, nodded.
“Yes.”
The three uniformed men bowed respectfully and followed Luo Feng into the cabin. The hatch closed, and the ship slowly ascended.
“Safe travels, Your Highness!”
Lord Boundary Master Odo and the group of guards bowed deeply.
Whoosh!
In moments, the spaceship had vanished into the distant void.
…
“Dimensional travel completed. Now beginning Dark Universe travel. Prince Luo Feng, it will take approximately six hours to reach Demon Mountain.” The man in black uniform with silver-threaded sleeves smiled.
“Understood.” Luo Feng nodded.
“By the way, is your job specifically to transport people to Demon Mountain?” Luo Feng suddenly asked.
The man in black smiled and bowed. “Yes. All cosmic-level members within the Primordial Secret traveling to Demon Mountain are escorted by me.”
“What’s the mortality rate?” Luo Feng asked.
“I don’t know.”
The man in black smiled. “Though I transport them, the survivors are returned by personnel stationed at Demon Mountain by the Virtual Universe Company. Therefore, I don’t know how many have perished. But from what my colleagues say, the mortality rate is quite high.”
“I see.” Luo Feng nodded slightly.
“But I can tell you, Prince Luo Feng, including you, there are currently three people heading to Demon Mountain.” The man in black said.
“Three people?” Luo Feng raised an eyebrow.
“One is from the Origin Secret, another from the Apocalypse Secret, and the third is you, Prince Luo Feng. However, they’ve already entered Demon Mountain.” The man in black smiled. “My colleague was responsible for their transport.”
Luo Feng nodded.
A cosmic-level Origin Secret member? There were five people—three elders, Bolan, and Lian Luo. During the Qualifier Battles, any of these five might have faced him, so he had previously reviewed their detailed records.
“I wonder who it is—Bolan? Lian Luo? Or one of the three elders?”
Then Luo Feng returned to the rest cabin.
…
Approximately six hours later, the spaceship once again performed dimensional travel, returning to the original universe.
“Look!”
“There’s Demon Mountain.” Inside the control room, the man in black pointed ahead. Through the external view display, Luo Feng could clearly see a massive black mountain in the void, shrouded in faint green and white mist. The mountain was towering and immense.
Around the distant mountain, faint outlines of ancient planets were visible.
From Luo Feng’s angle, he could see five ancient planets.
“Demon Mountain is 180 million kilometers tall. At its base, it is approximately 320 million kilometers wide.” The man in black pointed at the towering mountain in the void. “Demon Mountain is what we of the Virtual Universe Company call it. The natives of the nine ancient planets refer to it as the ‘Holy Land,’ ‘Forbidden Land,’ ‘Inheritance Forbidden Land,’ and so on. Large numbers of native warriors constantly flood into Demon Mountain. In terms of numbers, even the members of the Virtual Universe Company entering Demon Mountain are less than one ten-thousandth of the number of native warriors entering.”
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