Chapter 114: 113 Little Knife Studio

Little Knife Studio

Divine Techniques: Spirit Communication. Due to the damage to the soul, it becomes uncoordinated with the flesh, allowing the soul to leave the body.

Spirit Communicators can absorb Experience and store it in the Sea of Consciousness to form Primordial Qi Pills, with a minimum consumption of one pill daily to mitigate the negative effects of soul damage.

Warning: Without supplementation of Primordial Qi Pills, it may lead to further soul deterioration, potentially resulting in soul dispersal, memory loss, dementia, and other conditions.

Tip 1: Relying solely on Primordial Qi Pills is merely a temporary solution.

Tip 2: In the Second World, there are always Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that can heal soul wounds.

“So it wasn’t a lie; this is divine technique? The truth of Spirit Communicators is indeed somewhat tragic.”

Little Knife instantly placed the bottle into his Personal Space.

Then logged off.

The bottle opened, and the terrified Soul Body flew out directly.

“Master, I promise to be obedient. Please don’t put me back in the bottle.” He pleaded earnestly.

His eyes were filled with intense fear.

“Rest assured, it won’t happen again! I promise.” Little Knife said earnestly, feeling a bit guilty.

It wasn’t out of sentimentality.

But Little Knife believed there was no point in subjecting him to such deep fear and torment, it felt excessive.

Unfortunately, this one had already signed a contract with the other side, akin to a game studio; it could be annulled at a sufficient cost, but that would alert the enemy.

So, for now, he acted as a spy, trying to provide information from within without violating his original contract.

For example, he could go back to report that they have legitimate qualifications to open a studio in the Second World, but not reveal any more than needed.

According to the information he brought, the authorities are overwhelmed by issues arising from the Second World, so long as they don’t cause too much trouble, they would hardly have the energy to focus on this side.

Stay discreet and avoid unnecessary battles.

That’s the strategy going forward.

After consoling the virtual figure and rewarding it with a spirit-consumable fruit and some promises, the apparition left filled with joy.

According to him, this magical fruit can slightly repair soul wounds, although the effect is extremely minor.

But it’s the only treasure he truly witnessed that could restore soul injuries for Spirit Communicators.

After sending him off, Little Knife spent some time with Xiu’Er contemplating the mysteries of Blood Qi before leaving satisfied.

Of course, also because the night was approaching.

He packed the Witch Residence and returned to the courtyard where his childhood friends were finishing dinner, all calling out to him.

With a slight sensing, the connections were still clear, indicating Loyalty hadn’t decreased despite their indifferent attitudes, which he was remarkably unconcerned about.

After sending away the lads, Little Knife ate and drank his fill, then took Er Gouzi to the wilderness, released the Witch Residence, and brought it inside.

Soon, under the guard of Big Soldier and Ah Shan, he used the game pod to enter the game for the first time.

Opening his eyes in the game, he felt slightly different, though he couldn’t quite articulate it.

Upon checking, he found a hundred-man team system added, equivalent to a studio system. It included basic data of members, with chatting fees set at one Bone Coin per character.

Rising up, he put away the Totem Pole, mounted the Black King, and hadn’t gone far when he saw the new slave, Veteran, approaching at supersonic speed.

“Master, it’s been done.” Veteran said calmly, as if it were a insignificant task.

“Good, let him develop further and then kill him again.” Little Knife nodded, showing little concern.

In reality, Next-door Wang Ma was furious, smashing furniture and electronics, making a mess.

“Ah, damn, I must kill you all.”

Holding a splitting headache, Next-door Wang Ma roared.

He had every reason to be angry; he finally managed to stabilize his mood, ready to enter the Second World again.

Luckily, he still had some Experience stored, enough to level up to Level 10 adult.

Otherwise, the muscular child form would be quite embarrassing.

Planning to keep a low profile for now, slowly finding opportunities.

Even after his own failures, a string of defeats, so what?

Sooner or later, there’ll be an opportunity to eliminate that damn opponent, just one time is sufficient.

To prevent them from ever logging in again.

Little did he know, stepping out the door, a figure rushed in at supersonic speed.

Only then did he recognize that NPC Combat, that damn traitor, decapitating him with one strike, dead once more.

…!

“Ah, Brother Immortal.” Noticing Little Knife’s arrival, Drew Er was startled.

Little Knife had been watching for quite a while.

This fellow was still manufacturing Stone Spearheads, his movements extremely skilled and invested with great focus.

From what Little Knife understood, this player remained a craftsman after reaching adulthood, manufacturing Stone Spearheads for sale, quite patient with solitude.

Although crafting Stone Spearheads had no real future, his diligence and ability to endure solitude were admirable.

“How about joining me?” Little Knife offered.

Stunned, Drew Er bitterly smiled: “Brother Immortal, spare me. I just want to quietly earn money, I will definitely not oppose you. If necessary, I’ll pay protection money.”

“You know, I’ve mastered this craft, it’s genuinely mastered; relocating would make little difference.”

“Hehe, no rush, but hear my terms. If you still disagree after, pretend I said nothing.” Little Knife smiled, unperturbed.

“Brother Immortal, so gracious, truly a legendary figure.” Drew Er flattered.

“Monthly base salary of a thousand Bone Coins, you need to open a shop here. It won’t interfere with your crafting Stone Spearheads and earning for yourself. Aside from selling, you’ll need to gather some intelligence as well.”

“A thousand Bone Coins base salary?” The first sentence shocked Drew Er.

“Brother Immortal, are you kidding me?”

Little Knife smiled and chose to send the contract agreement.

It was drafted with templates from discussions with childhood friends.

This contract agreement had templates; the more relaxed, the lower the penalty for breaching, thus the lower the minimum guaranteed salary.

Little Knife wasn’t short on money, so the contract was extremely strict and harsh, thus even the minimum wage was a thousand Bone Coins per month, escalatable with increased capabilities, a thousand as base.

Notification: You’ve received a squad-level contract, please review carefully.

Tip: The squad-level (Little Knife Studio) contract protected by Second World, once signed, you must strictly follow its requirements and receive corresponding treatment. If failing to pay breach penalties, you’ll be forcibly unable to enter the Second World, so consider carefully.

“How impressive, worthy of Brother Immortal, even the game recognizes this contract.” Drew Er took a deep breath, studying it seriously.

He entered the Second World solely for money; nothing more, his parents suffered a car accident, one becoming a vegetative state, the other paralyzed, what was needed was money.