Wanli Sealed Blade casually slashed out a sword energy dozens of meters long, splitting the crowd blocking his path like Moses dividing the sea, and continued on to smash the entrance door of the venue.

Red alert lights suddenly lit up. The people in the hall were all looking at the players who suddenly barged in with uncertainty, hesitating whether to take action to stop them.

Carlos decisively activated his title skill, Destiny Gaze, raising his hands. The two eyeballs in his palms emitted strong lights like searchlights, enveloping a three-meter-tall jade-green treant.

"Vito Nelson, your Alaska is wrecking the house, and in a minute it will bite a hole in the genuine leather sofa and pee on it."

The treant whose name was called turned pale, instantly disappearing from the spot, seemingly logging off voluntarily and returning to the real world.

Carlos then turned, shining the searchlights from his palms at a Fujima Warrior eager to try, and shouted urgently, "Ken Abe, your sister is bringing her classmates home as guests in five minutes, you’d better put away the photo albums under your bed first."

"What are you talking about? Who’s Ken Abe?"

The warrior wore a mask, making his expression unreadable, but his voice feigned calmness. Despite that, he involuntarily stepped back, circled behind a pillar in the venue, and also disappeared.

Hmm... in a world with technology allowing for direct connection to the brain, people still look at print photo albums—truly artisans of traditional craftsmanship.

But when you think of Japan, it’s not strange at all. After all, that place didn’t eliminate floppy disks until 2024, but fax machines lasted till the 22nd century.

Looking at the present with one eye and the future with the other, Carlos had real talent for revealing secrets, spouting the real names of a few players who were rolling up their sleeves, attempting to help NPC guards block the group, forcing them to back down.

"Whoa, what a revelation!"

The remaining players in the venue were also intimidated, unconsciously stepping back and giving way.

Wanli Sealed Blade used a sound transmission technique to quickly ask, "What’s the probability of getting the coin at which Teleportation Gate..."

"B22 and C17."

Carlos interrupted, taking eight old-fashioned pagers out of his Backpack and tossing them to several people. "The prize pool for the Super Grand Prix is huge, with hundreds of teams acting simultaneously, so be careful... Watch out!"

He gave Lulina a fierce push, and the two flew backward simultaneously.

The next instant, where the two had just stood, two guard NPCs descended from the sky, smashing the floor tiles.

"Drop your weapons and surrender immediately!"

"You are under arrest!"

The guard NPCs shouted deeply, their right hands striking their left hands’ riot shields, causing the shields to unfold rapidly, revealing mirrors hidden inside, forming a mirror wall that enveloped the players from all directions, including above.

"Make it quick."

Fighting on enemy ground, the longer it takes, the more changes occur. Wanli Sealed Blade spread his hand, controlling the Dragon Slayer Sword to spin, then fiercely flung it forward, gouging at the mirror like a lathe blade.

Czzz—

The sword edge clashed with the shield, sparking a blinding shower of sparks.

The Dragon Slayer Sword, which could easily cut through titanium alloy in practice, was actually deflected, and even the sword energy carried by the blade was bounced back,

ricocheting between the mirrored walls, almost hitting Card Emperor, fortunately blocked by his card.

Item Name: Mirror Shield

Type: Armor

Quality: Perfect

Defensive Power: Strong

Special Effect: Shield Reflection. Rebounds 80% of kinetic and energy attacks from the front, with the shield bearer absorbing the remaining 20%. If a single attack exceeds the shield’s limit, the shield breaks and inflicts direct damage on the bearer.

This Mirror Shield comes from the simulation game Total War Simulator and can reflect front-facing attacks.

The best way to penetrate it is to store up a big attack with the Dragon Slayer Sword, surpassing the shield’s limit.

But... the opposing guard might not give the opportunity.

The wall formed by the Mirror Shield was impenetrable, and vaguely, the sound of approaching footsteps from many guards rushing to the venue could be heard.

"I’ll have to do it myself."

Among the crowd, Zak, scholarly and gentle as a university professor, looked coldly and made a huge decision,

unbuttoning the first button of his suit, pores all over his body erupted a light green gas from the inside out.

The green gas didn’t naturally dissipate but lingered around Zak.

His expression grew more ferocious, his face covered with veins, muscles swelling rapidly, skin turning a deep green. With ripping sounds, his suit pants were torn apart, leaving only a pair of boxers.

"Huh..."

Zak’s head enlarged proportionately, and from his gaping maw, he slowly exhaled a wisp of light green smoke.

The extremely developed pectoral muscles, abs, and biceps twitched as if electrocuted, creating a breathtaking sight.

The only strange or rather bizarre aspect was that Zak’s body skin turned green, but his head remained flesh-colored.

"How can this Hulk transformation be only halfway?"

Gray Rain exclaimed in shock, "Hulk has turned into ’Hulk-lish’."

"It’s not a transformation."

Another Close Combat Transcendent, White Horse Tombstone, clearly knew more, saying with a strained expression, "That previous suit image was his second form. This is the real Zak."

"What?!"

Titled "Ancient Giant Muscle," Zak was a university professor before becoming a player, like Hornheim.

The difference was Hornheim had a high starting point as a Cambridge University linguist. His first script task encounter landed him a Magic Book, which he used his linguistic knowledge to study, self-trainingly embarking on the mage path.

Zak, on the other hand, was a philosophy professor at a university in the United States...

His past expertise couldn’t help much; he couldn’t exactly discuss life philosophy with script bosses, could he?

Under the immense pressure of survival crises, the impoverished intellectual Zak had to choose the most pragmatic path—first taking out a small loan, then buying veterinary drugs for injections.

Recovery Dragon and Group Dragon were just starters,

while GS Biotechnology’s veterinary drugs were administered continuously for a month, painkillers were chewed like betel nuts, providing a sense of fullness to burn life for muscle.

Without adding points, his Strength and Constitution Attribute, soared from 5 to 8,

at the cost of cysts, abscesses, granulomas bursting one after another, follicles on his chest and back inflaming into a patch resembling rotten strawberries, blood thickening like jelly,

becoming irritable, intelligence declining, even failing to teach his philosophy classes,

attacking himself in the head and saying in lectures, "You can actually understand dialectics by reading Hegel’s books, but I wouldn’t suggest reading Hegel, better yet spend that time on Hegel’s dialectics."

Zak himself valued his job, and after nearly being let go by the school, spent all his savings on an item similar to Li Cheng’s Liangyi Blade,

splitting the muscle man marinated in veterinary drugs from the scholarly and gentle philosophy professor.

To put it bluntly, this muscle demon was his true self...

"Wagga!"

Zak let out a nonsensical roar, his massive feet crushing bricks into the ground,

his fists like battering rams, pummeling forward.

This hit was deep and heavy, bending the mirror severely, emitting a teeth-grinding creak,

barely sustaining for half a second before shattering explosively.

The whole shield wall collapsed, mirror shards flew, stabbing into the surrounding crowd, causing widespread chaos.

Zak extended his wheel-sized hand, gripping the clubs swung by the two guards, and shouted in a muffled voice without looking back, "...Go!"

Beyond the crowd, more guards were clearly seen rushing forward.

"Take care."

Making quick decisions to avoid complications, Wanli Sealed Blade sheathed his sword, stepped on the ground, and led the others directly into the Teleportation Gate,

as Carlos accurately threw a bomb just before leaving, blowing up the machine creating the gate to shut it.