Black Tech Internet Cafe System

“System, are you sure that you’re not playing tricks on me?” Mr. Fang looked at the route showed on the System Interface and found the destination extending all the way to the northwest from the southeast. “It’s so far from here?!”

“Also, why are the players of our shop being tortured?!” Mr. Fang yelled, “I’ve never heard of anyone being tortured because of playing games! Do they take playing games as a crime?! Do you think you can fool me with this nonsense?”

The System didn’t respond as if it were saying, “Suit yourself.”

“Can I really win a prize for body strengthening?” Mr. Fang asked, “Do you have a simple item that can strengthen my power without hurting me?”

After all, when he used the T-Virus, which was claimed to have no side effects, he had suffered from excruciating pain; he didn’t want to experience that again.

Meanwhile, the price for increasing his strength in the Movie and TV Series Cultivation Room or the Game Cultivation Room was being beaten senseless, which was why Mr. Fang was reluctant to cultivate using this method.

System: [With Host’s luck, it’s highly likely that you will win a game or a movie. (So, don’t think of the impossible things)]

“Damn it! Will you die if you just remain silent?” Mr. Fang’s face twitched. After all, he had a chance to win a prize after the sales target of Grand Theft Auto 5 was reached. He just didn’t believe that he couldn’t win something good!

At this moment, Su Tianji, Ye Xiaoye, and a few other people who hadn’t gone online yet were talking casually about why some players in the guild had been absent. Then, Mr. Fang took a piece of paper and a pencil to them and drew something on the paper. “You guys, have a look of it. If Dajin is in this position…”

He pointed at the bottom right corner of the map and then at the upper left position above the center. “Where’s this place roughly?”

After all, Mr. Fang had a terrible sense of direction and wouldn’t recognize the place even if he had a map.

“What place what position?” Su Tianji was the first to look over, and she stared at the map where Mr. Fang only drew out Dajin which only occupied a small region. “Dajin is so small here? Then, at that position…”

“Phoenix Mountain?” She shook her head. “No. Phoenix Mountain is more to the right. It might be the Taixi Saint Faction. Why do you ask?”

“Taixi Saint Faction?” Mr. Fang pondered. “What faction is it? A saint faction? Is it very powerful?”

“Of course,” Su Tianji said. “It’s one of the most ancient factions on this continent. The Yundian Upper Realm which attacked Dajin last time was quite powerful, right? But it’s just a minion of the Three Saint Factions.”

“Is the Yundian Upper Realm very powerful?” Mr. Fang said, “Didn’t you capture the leaders of their army, and they were only released after compensating a mountain of crystals?”

Su Tianji’s face turned dark. “Are you thinking of messing with them? I’ll warn you: you won’t have a chance unless the Senior behind you shows his hand. I advise you to give up the plan if you want to go there yourself; you will save a lot of headaches.”

“Hehe. Why would I want to mess with them?” Mr. Fang said with a smirk, “I don’t know them. Do you think I’m someone who wants to travel tens of thousands of kilometers to make trouble for them?”

“You’d better not.” Su Tianji gave him a hard stare and said, “I warned you for your own good. After all, your current cultivation strength is not enough to make a dent on them.”

Mr. Fang nodded, saying, “Of course! Of course!”

With the map in his hand, Mr. Fang scratched his head. “Are you trying to trick me? It’s one of the most ancient factions, and it is probably full of grandmasters without thinking. I’m only at the Grand Ancestor Warrior Realm, and you want me to mess with them? What if I can’t make it back?

“Perhaps you want to get me killed, so you can find a new host? It’s really not decent of you.”

“…”

After a long while, the System Interface showed, [Please explore it yourself, Host.]

“Explore… Damn it.” Mr. Fang looked sullen. “You just want me to get beaten in the cultivation room, right?”

“Okay. Okay.” He checked his time limit for the cultivation rooms and found he had one day in the Movie and TV Series Cultivation Room and two days in the Game Cultivation Room.

“Well…”

Soon, Fang Qi returned to his room and began the next stage of cultivation.

“Should I level up Sword God?” Mr. Fang looked at Li Xiaoyao before him with a frown. “No… My cultivation isn’t high enough for it, and I’ll benefit little from it.”

“I must find someone with moderate cultivation strength…”

Soon, a young man wearing a brown uniform with flames in his hands appeared before him. He was Kyo Kusanagi from King of Fighters’ 97.

He launched one punch with horrifying red flames around it; the strength he released here was much higher compared to in the game.

Mr. Fang launched the same fist technique with the violent qi in his body, crashing it forward viciously!

…

One day in the real world was one year in the virtual world. After Mr. Fang spent two years in the Game Cultivation Room, the spiritual light in his eyes looked sharper and purer as if flames were jumping in them. Like a volcano which would erupt at any moment, he emitted an explosive power even when he remained still.

Immediately, Fei went to the next destination. A crude straw house in a bamboo forest appeared before him with the melancholic music of an Erhu.

[TL Note: The erhu, or urheen, is a two-stringed bowed musical instrument, more specifically a spike fiddle, which may also be called a Southern Fiddle, and sometimes known in the Western world as the Chinese violin or a Chinese two-stringed fiddle.]

A middle-aged man who was wearing a greyish-blue robe stood up with a mild expression; he was holding an Erhu in his hands.

He was No Name, a hermit who had no interest in worldly affairs from the world of Wind and Cloud.

00% strength!

The current No Name wasn’t the No Name who battled with Jue Wusheng with only 10% of his strength left in his body; he was at the very peak of Sword Dao – Heavenly Sword.

He looked mild and serene, strolling like an ordinary person who was taking a walk in the courtyard; he didn’t look like he was about to be in a battle at all.

However, at this moment, Fang Qi sensed a sword spirit which soared up high into the clouds, looking down at the creatures on the land. At this moment, all the swords in the world submitted to it!

The sword in Fang Qi’s hand shook continuously as if it was going to kneel like a civilian before the emperor!

…

Half a day passed in the real world.

A young man was walking up along the mountain path from the foot of Emei Mountain.

Suddenly, many flying sabers crashed down from the sky like a crazy storm!

“Dan Chenzi?!”

The moment that Mr. Fang used Innumerable Sword Scroll, a horrifying flood of many flight sabers instantly destroyed his flight sword.

Mr. Fang’s face turned dark. “F*ck!”

He was instantly killed!

– Kunlun Mountain –

“Xuan Tianzong!”

A blue crystal flame suddenly shot toward him!

Mr. Fang died.

“Damn it!”

He was instantly killed again.

– Golden Peak of Emei Mountain –

“Old White Brow!”

“Heavenly Mirror!”

Mr. Fang: “…”

After getting beaten in the cultivation rooms for years, only a few days had passed in the real world.

When Mr. Fang walked down from upstairs, he had jelly legs and dark circles under his eyes.

“Sir! Tell us about what you did last night!” The people who sat on the couch and ate instant noodles looked at him in doubt and suspicion.

“I was cultivating!” Mr. Fang said, “Tomorrow, I plan to raze the so-called Taixi Saint Faction to the ground. Is there anyone who wants to go with me?”

“Pu!” Su Tianji instantly spat out a mouthful of Coke.

After spitting out the Coke that she had just drank, she stared at Fang Qi dumbfoundedly. “Do you remember what you promised me?!”

All of them looked at each other and shouted, “Hurry! Stop him!”

A few days ago, he had been at the early stage of Grand Ancestor Warrior Realm. Now, he had just reached the late stage of this realm. However, he insisted on messing with the Taixi Faction.

Had he gone mad?