Bai Xiao descended, lifting his head to not only see the bizarre and magnificent world but also the professional modifier he had downloaded before crossing over. "Drain all experience from my sub-occupations, 'Biological Mecha Master', 'Mystic Explorer', 'Special Hypnotist', transforming it into one million potential points, all enhancing my main occupation, 'Fighter'!" "I... have obtained the golden ultimate occupation, 'God of Martial Combat'!" The largest urban agglomeration in the world, a night of torrential rain. On the ground, countless Killing Ghosts and Fighters fought to the death, while hordes of metal Mechas and Biological Armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and flame intertwined, plunging everything into primordial violence and chaos. Atop a high tower, Bai Xiao stood silently amidst the rainy darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His crimson eyes looked down below, restrained yet bloody, cold yet hiding madness. He leaped down with his trench coat wildly dancing. The God of Martial Combat descended upon the final battleground! A cold voice echoed across the city skyline. "Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, try to stop me..." A modern city of extravagant luxury, an era of entertainment and consumption supreme. Beneath seventy years of peaceful façade, lied another mad and bloody Inner World. Fighters, masters of their martial traditions, and Killing Ghosts, controlled by combat modes, engaged in a frightful, relentless slaughter. Metal Mechas with terrifying energy and Biological Armors extracted from monstrous cells commenced a brutal struggle between old and new technologies. In this era infested with machinery and altered by external entities, to proclaim the power unique to humans might be an unimaginable romance...
"I... don't know."
Wei Dong sighed and plopped down next to Bai Xiao.
"My dad won't let me in on the company's core secrets. I just tried to ask him, but he still wouldn't tell. All I know is that my dad's company deals in pharmaceuticals, just like those health products they advertise on TV. They're supposed to make you healthier, younger..."
"As for more than that, I don't know."
He shrugged his shoulders, showing a helpless look.
Perhaps Wei Nan thought Wei Dong was still too young and impetuous, possibly unable to keep secrets, which is why he didn't tell him. Of course, there's another possibility—that this secret comes with trouble and danger, and not knowing might be better than knowing.
Bai Xiao didn't continue the topic—with Wei Dong himself knowing so little, there obviously wasn't much useful information he could get.
At 8:20 PM, Bai Xiao left the company campus.
It was Wei Dong who drove him, taking him all the way to the Sunshine District.
"See you tomorrow."