Chapter 931: I’m Not Using Hacks

"Player has killed Red-Name Wanted Criminal [Broken Heart], reward: Medium-Grade Karma Token ×1 (You may present the Karma Token at the Immortal Abode to claim the corresponding bounty)."

Just as the spectating players fell into a state of bewilderment, the Red-Name Mage's corpse vanished with a whoosh, leaving behind a floor covered in colorful equipment:

"Mid-Grade Spirit Stone ×1000"

"Saint Shadow Dharma Robe ×1"

"Cross-Map Teleportation Talisman ×3"

…

Before Qi Yuan could take a closer look, a series of furious interrogations reached his ears:

"Brat, in broad daylight, you actually dare to use hacks?"

"Where the hell did the GM go? Someone is blatantly hacking, and no one is doing anything about it?"

"Report him quickly! This guy's hacks are simply too outrageous!"

Following the voices, he saw those few Red-Name players surrounding him aggressively, looking like they were ready to demand an explanation.

What hacks?

Facing these people's accusations, Qi Yuan was completely confused. When had he ever used hacks?

However, seeing that this group came with ill intent, he still raised the iron sword in his hand, took a defensive stance, and asked in a deep voice:

"What exactly do you want to do? Also, what do you mean by 'hacks'?"

Qi Yuan's actions were immediately seen as a provocation. The leader of the Red-Name players instantly exploded with rage and roared:

"Fine! Using hacks and still playing dumb, are you? Even if my equipment drops, I'm going to sanction you, you hacker!"

After saying that, he raised the large cleaver in his hand and slashed down fiercely toward the top of Qi Yuan's head.

The other lackeys were not to be outdone, waving their weapons one after another as they joined the siege.

Swish!

Saber Qi mixed with various Spells instantly enveloped him completely, looking like an overwhelming and terrifying force.

Qi Yuan already had no good feelings toward this group of "indiscriminately murdering" Red-Names. Seeing this, he didn't hold back either, swinging his iron sword to meet them.

Relying on physical instinct, he could often dodge attacks in nearly impossible situations. At the same time, his speed was incredibly fast; the ordinary iron sword in his hand was like a 'ram's horn hanging on a bush,' subtle and perfect, always able to pierce the opponent's weakness with incomparable precision.

Puchi—

Puchi—

Puchi—

Accompanied by blooming blood flowers, that group of relatively high-Rank Red-Name players had no power to resist at all. Within a few short breaths, they were all slain, turning into corpses.

At the same time, a large number of items dropped from the corpses, scattering on the ground and shining brightly.

"Player has killed Red-Name Wanted Criminal [Domineering Suave Bro], reward: Advanced Karma Token ×1"

"Player has killed Red-Name Wanted Criminal [Is Being Cocky Illegal], reward: Medium-Grade Karma Token ×1"

…

Watching a group of "Red-Name Experts" all fall, the players present were filled with shock. Their eyes were glazed, their expressions dazed, and the looks they cast toward him were full of awe and a hint of envy.

My goodness!

Wiping out a group of Advanced players in just a few moves—this player's hacks are way too freaking exaggerated, aren't they?

If I could buy the same kind, wouldn't I be invincible in the game?

For a moment, many newbies were eager to try, wanting to ask Qi Yuan about the source of his hacks.

Just then, the scene in the village suddenly twisted and changed. The corpses and dropped items on the ground disappeared without warning, and the houses that had become riddled with holes due to the battle were restored to new.

In addition, the Blue-Name villagers who had originally died appeared once again, each carrying out their daily activities as everything returned to its original state.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan instinctively turned his head to look, and immediately saw Xiao Yuner and her mother's wooden house sitting there perfectly fine, as if the slaughter that just occurred was but a false illusion.

Looking at the bizarre scene before him, the sense of unreality in Qi Yuan's heart grew stronger, and he felt as if he was out of place in this world.

But as for what exactly was wrong, he, having lost his memory, could not say.

"Brother, if I may ask, where did you buy this hack? I want one too!"

"Same here! May good people live a life of peace…"

The inquiries by his ear interrupted Qi Yuan's thoughts. He shook his head somewhat blankly and replied:

"I'm not using hacks; it's just that the opponents were too weak."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding White-Name players were all stunned, and then someone let out a sneer:

"Buddy, who are you trying to fool? You're only level one and don't even have any equipment on you. Without hacks, how could you possibly crush those experts from the Domineering Alliance?"

"Exactly! Stop pretending. If you won't say, you won't say, but don't blame me for not warning you—messing around like this will get your account banned sooner or later…"

Qi Yuan ignored these players and walked toward the wooden house that had just been destroyed.

No matter what was going on with this world, the priority now was to confirm the safety of Xiao Yuner and her mother.

Just as he arrived in front of the wooden house, he saw Xiao Yuner appearing prettily at the door, a sweet smile on her face:

"Young Master, didn't you want to thank Uncle Mo in person? He should be back from town now. Let me take you to find him."

Seeing her resurrected like the other villagers, Qi Yuan's heart finally settled. He nodded and said:

"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you."

Led by Xiao Yuner, Qi Yuan arrived in front of a remote courtyard.

This courtyard was slightly dilapidated but kept very clean. A fishing net covered in patches was drying in the yard, and a faint fishy smell lingered in the air.

Perhaps because it was too remote, there were no so-called players here, making it exceptionally quiet.

Just as they arrived outside the yard, he saw a tall middle-aged man with a full beard lying drunkenly on a lounge chair in the yard, with several pitch-black empty wine bottles scattered at his feet.

Seeing the middle-aged man passed out in the yard, Xiao Yuner's small face tightened. She went up and grabbed the man's beard, shouting loudly into his ear:

"Uncle Mo, wake up quickly! The Young Master you rescued from the river yesterday has come to find you!"

After this bout of tossing, the middle-aged man finally opened his eyes reluctantly and muttered dissatisfiedly:

"What are you shouting for, little girl? It's just fishing someone out, what's the big deal…"

Looking at the three characters [Mo Tieshan] floating above his head, Qi Yuan stepped forward and politely cupped his hands, saying:

"I will keep your life-saving grace in my heart, Brother. There will certainly be a great reward in the future."

Hearing Qi Yuan's thanks, Mo Tieshan rubbed his bleary eyes. The drunkenness in his gaze finally dissipated a bit, and he said boisterously:

"Little brother, no need to be so polite. Though I'm a rough man, I'm not the type to see someone dying and not help."

Hearing this, Qi Yuan took a deep breath and nervously took the initiative to mention:

"To be honest, since waking up, I have no memory of what happened before. I wonder if Your Excellency could provide some details from that time, so that I might recover some of my memory."

"You have amnesia?"

Mo Tieshan was first startled, then pondered for a moment before he began to recount:

"Brother, you drifted to the riverbank and were hauled out by me with a net. Seeing you still had a breath left, I brought you back to the village."

"Oh, right!"

As if remembering something, he looked Qi Yuan's clothing up and down and suddenly added:

"You were soaked through at the time. In this mid-winter season, fearing you'd freeze to death, I found you a set of dry clothes to change into."

"As for your clothes, they're still drying in my yard. I was planning to send them to you in a couple of days. Looking at those clothes, you might remember something…"

After speaking, he pointed to a semi-dry, black robe full of holes in the yard, clicking his tongue in wonder:

"That's your clothing. I don't know what fabric it's made of, but it's incredibly tough. I thought about helping you mend it, but the needle couldn't even pierce through."

"Thank you!"

Hearing this, Qi Yuan's eyes lit up. He quickly walked to the wooden drying rack and impatiently picked up the robe.

As soon as it was in his hand, a line of small text appeared before his eyes:

"Yin Sha Sect Saint Uniform Dharma Robe (Completely damaged, cannot be worn)"

Yin Sha Sect?

Looking at this inexplicably familiar name, a trace of confusion appeared on Qi Yuan's face.

Immediately after, his eyes narrowed, and he instantly spread out the dharma robe, attempting to find any clues about his past on it.

Soon, he found a line of striking text in a hidden spot deep inside the cuff:

"Your name is Qi Yuan. Everything you see now is fake. If you want to return to reality, you must first clear this game!"