Chapter 21 Leverage

(Fantasy) Listen to the system muttering:

"Hmm? Everyone's here so quickly, so just give them a casual welcome."

"I have the cutest system in the entire system world. It can act cute and coquettish. This post doesn't have any special meaning, I just want to share it. I'm not targeting anyone, I'm saying that everyone here, your system is not as good as mine. (smile.jpg)"

"Also, since there are so many people here, I'd like to ask, does anyone know how to best write a host observation report?"

Other hosts: "..."

After viewing the main building in a daze and shock, they all expressed confusion. This kind of work content, which only the system knew about, was a blind spot in their knowledge.

The fantasy master seemed a little disappointed, but soon, this became a new point of boasting. He smiled and said that he had to help the system write reports and would not read the forum posts for the time being.

Everyone: “?”

Don't go, boss! We're still eagerly awaiting your next post!

Someone boldly said: "Boss, is your system really that cute? Please give me an example!"

"Oh?" Pei Ci casually singled out that comment for a reply. "No examples. That's my system. Are you worthy of looking at it?"

That person: “…%￥@##!@￥”

The building fell into silence. There was a Chinese curse, but I didn't know whether I should say it out loud or not.

— Why are you so freaking mad! But there’s nothing I can do about it!! Can someone please take care of this big guy!!

…

At this time, in the infinite flow world, the Sky Tower has one hundred floors.

The white-haired young man was wearing a fluttering cloak and had a slender figure. He stepped down with absolute force.

The hideous monster on the top floor howled and screamed at his feet, and gradually became silent.

Shi Weizhi's eyes were like perfectly cut purple diamonds. He coldly wiped away the bright red blood splattered on his cheek, raised his hand, and the token representing "the one in power" flew towards him.

At the same time, the next-generation sky tower collapsed.

The rules announcement sounded.

[You have cleared the "Next Generation Sky Tower."]

[The main mission has been completed, the highest position has been obtained, and the additional points are full; the side missions have been completed, and the serial mission completion rate is 100%. ]

[Rating: SSS+]

[Comment: ? ? Didn't I tell you not to come? Why are you still here?! This rule is pissed off. Don't challenge my bottom line. I'll definitely make things difficult for you next time! =皿=]

Shi Weizhi lowered his eyebrows slightly.

Despite the extremely high scores and emotional comments, he showed no joy or excitement at all. He even seemed a little bored as he closed the settlement window.

He returned to the safe zone and saw a long queue at a milk tea shop on the bustling street. He was in a trance for a moment.

The copy is complete.

But...his Chuchu is not by his side.

After an extreme slaughter, the remaining negative emotions intensified. Unhappiness, boredom, and chilling emotions finally transformed into a thick, icy gloom.

I really want to contact Chuchu.

The only connection he has left with the system world is the host forum.

So today I will write a guide for clearing the dungeon.

Shi Weizhi opened the forum expressionlessly, but what he saw was a popular new post - "...My system...is the cutest system in the world!!..."

His pupils shrank slightly, and then his eyes became dark, and he could not read any other words.

His system, the best?

Shi Weizhi's expression suddenly showed a bit of viciousness.

…

In the post, people were cursing and packing up their stalls with a bang.

Halfway through receiving the message, a golden light suddenly flashed across the thread! The latest reply was from a golden ID representing a master, and the brilliance of the highest forum level instantly blinded them!

Kissing System Baby: "Dream on. My system is the cutest."

Everyone: “?”

Before they could come to their senses, a new golden light came.

It also represents the golden ID of a great god and is also the highest level.

The world of cultivation.

Ming Fengque sat lazily in the torii in the woods, slightly tilting his head to look at the flying bird resting on his fingertips, his eyes light and cold.

I'm so annoyed when Chuchu is away. I don't like anyone. I wish everyone would die.

His reply was short and sarcastic: "? (disdain.jpg)"

Everyone: “???”

The two replies were sent almost at the same time, and then the two big guys saw each other's replies.

A war is about to break out.

…

Pei Ci finished writing the report with satisfaction. It originally required 2,000 words, but he wrote 10,000 words with great enthusiasm.

Would the report be related to the system's performance rating? Then, his system certainly deserves the best.

After uploading the report, he put the system interface aside and glanced back at the reply from inside the building. In the building that had suddenly piled up high, he saw two other people.

Pei Ci frowned slightly, feeling a bit strange. He had heard of the two new IDs on the same host forum, and they should have heard of his as well.

But I didn’t expect that these two people were both argumentative.

His system is cute, what does it have to do with them?

Thinking of Chuchu from his family queuing up to buy Eight Treasure Duck, the corners of his mouth curled up and a soft spot sank in his heart.

Pei Ci smiled calmly, as if the battle had not started because of him, and replied calmly with the courtesy of a host:

"I was only away for a short while, why are you all so angry? If you have any complaints, you can vent them on me, please don't take your anger out on the system."

“I smell the tea.”

"You're not bad either."

(Infinite Stream) Kiss System Baby: "Heh. Everything about my system is so cute, you don't deserve to know."

(Cultivation) Want to raise a system baby: "You seem very confident, is it because you have never seen my system?"

"Oh, I feel like laughing. If you have the chance, you are all welcome to come and visit the fantasy world."

"My instance just finished, so now should be a good time to cross over to the world."

"...The birds in my house seem to be short of some snacks. Cultivation world, please."

"It's a pity that the main system hasn't opened the cross-world function yet."

"Um."

"I will definitely visit your worlds."

Everyone: "..." Don't face him head-on!

This duel was a battle of unseen blades, yet the flashes of swords and sabers were endless. The three most powerful figures in the host forum were actually fighting! Because of the system!!

They even started to attack each other personally:

"Are the only illusory talismans you can write in a strategy post for the Fantasy Continent? You need assassination. How many enemies have you made?"

"How could a copy of the Infinite Flow World end up in such a mess? It must be because the world's strength is not good enough."

"Ah, the demon bloodline of the world of cultivation? It's really so effortless to improve one's cultivation. It's really enviable."

“…”

Until the post was locked by the forum administrator because it was too high in the post level.

This war is finally over.

…

Chu Qingkong happily returned to the sect with the roast duck he brought for the host.

Now, he had finished eating the roast duck himself, and placed the roast duck for the host in the system space - so he only needed to turn into a gust of wind and float back lightly!

The initial wind blew towards the cave.

He stopped by the registration site for the sect competition and quietly added his host's name to the registration list. After successfully registering his host, he drew a black lottery ticket for him, allowing him to perfectly match up with Pei Liang, and recorded the entire competition schedule.

Sometimes it's frustrating when your host is too ambitious...

Chu Qingkong floated up and down, thinking that if it was an ordinary host, the system should be able to rest for a while now, at least the black signature would have some strength left.

Passing through the inner gate.

A young man complimented, "Brother Pei Liang, you've also participated in this competition. You'll definitely be the first in the sect this time!"

The wind stopped at first.

Chu Qingkong glanced over and saw a group of people standing on the path leading to the inner gate. The young man in the middle was elegant and graceful in purple, while the others in the other group were all nodding and fawning, likely his subordinates.

"No need to say that." Pei Liang unfolded a folding fan and waved it gracefully, letting purple gold powder slowly fall from it. "The sect is full of talented people, and I'm just an ordinary..."

The initial wind blew over, blowing all over the heads and faces of the people here.

The purple gold powder was blown back quickly and flew into Pei Liang's eyes, making his eyes red, swollen and painful in an instant.

"Ah!!" Pei Liang screamed and quickly covered his eyes.

Everyone: "Oh, Senior Brother Pei Liang!"

"Are you okay?"

Pei Liang couldn't open his eyes, and said with all his strength: "No, nothing..."

How can it be okay? It hurts just looking at it!

Everyone looked at Pei Liang with a broken heart and tried to think of something else to say to him to divert his attention. "Hey, have you heard? There's a disciple named Pei in the outer sect who recently angered Senior Sister Jiang."

Pei Liang continued to cover his eyes, startled for no apparent reason. "Ye-ye's surname is Pei?" He hadn't been back to the Pei family for a long time. He asked anxiously, "What's his name?"

One person scratched his hair: "Yes, it seems to be Pei Ci - ah!!"

Chu Chu Feng killed another one with a gunshot.

A gust of wind blew over, and the man suddenly tripped over his left foot and fell straight forward, taking everyone with him. Caught off guard, one after another, like dominoes, they cried out in pain and fell to the ground, finally all falling on Pei Liang.

"ah!"

Pei Liang's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Chu Chu Feng decided to go all out. Seeing this scene, he simply increased his strength and flipped up all their clothes, revealing the practitioners' chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and thigh roots...

The scene was extremely obscene and chaotic.

In the distance, white clouds drifted by. The white-bearded Sect Leader rode aloft, intending to witness the registration process for the annual sect competition. Before he even reached the registration area, he was drawn in by the commotion there.

The headmaster stroked his beard and looked down: "What's wrong?"

Finally saw this scene clearly.

Sect Leader: “…”

Sect Leader: “…………”