Jiang Chen turned on his computer and looked at the information on the screen. It was all about The Ghostly Altar of Tattens Hill.
"Offering 100,000,000 to buy a Ghostly Rune, phone number: *********"
"Asking for the location of the Underworld Altar? Will reward handsomely for information... Thank you..."
"Requesting Underworld Altar guide, willing to pay 4,000,000, contact ********"
"Which big shot has conquered the Underworld Altar? Please share the information on equipment."
"What's up with this big shot? Why won't you release the guide to the Underworld Altar so that we all can enter? So selfish..."
"The one who conquered the Underworld Altar is a selfish ghost! For the sake of all humanity, please share the guide..."
Jiang Chen glanced at the comments. A selfish ghost? Share the guide? Why should I tell them about clearing the altar? Who are these people?
DING DING DING...
The Class 3, Grade 12 battle group chat lit up.
Wang Gang typed, "The Underworld Altar has been cleared! It's still in Tattens Hills Village. Anyone in that village, have you heard anything?"
"No, we're training with the teacher!" a student replied.
"I'm also training with the teacher. I'm only Level 8," another said.
"Level 8 is pretty good," someone else chimed in. "I'm only at Level 6!"
"Grinding levels is so tough; I almost died! Those monsters are terrifying. I'm thinking about giving up."
Jiang Chen looked at the messages. They were indeed ordinary people with no family backgrounds, only able to follow their teacher, and currently only around Level 7. That's what it's like to follow a teacher; your level ends up neither high nor low. But this is their only hope. If I hadn't awakened my system, I would be just like them, an ordinary person, grinding monsters to level up!
Murong Xue posted, "I'm not in Tattens Hills Village; I'm leveling up somewhere else. My aunt is looking for the Underworld Altar."
Wang Gang then typed, "Jiang Chen, where the hell have you gone? Don't tell me you died out there in the wilderness! This guy went out alone and hasn't been in touch. He probably got dragged into a cave by a beautiful Warcraft and ravaged."
Jiang Chen read this, speechless. This damned fatty, can't he say something nice for once?
His homeroom teacher, Wang Meng, asked, "Is Jiang Chen there?"
Jiang Chen looked at Wang Meng's question and typed back a single word, "Here."
"Good," Wang Meng replied. "Where are you now?"
"In Tattens Hills Village," Jiang Chen answered.
"So you went there," Wang Meng said. "Be careful. Many Heroes and even guild members are gathering in Tattens Hills Village now. Don't get into conflicts."
"Thank you for the warning, Teacher," Jiang Chen typed.
"Mm. Do you know about the ghostly altar appearing in Tattens Hills Village?" Wang Meng asked.
"I've heard about it," Jiang Chen replied.
"Be very cautious," Wang Meng added. "In any case, Tattens Hills Village is dangerous, not just because of the demonized monsters, but also because of the people around you."
Wang Gang piped up again, "Jiang Chen, you finally showed up! I bought a ton of Ghost Money yesterday, and even two Elf Archer paper figures. I was planning to burn them for you, but it looks like they're not needed now."
"Go to hell," Jiang Chen retorted. He couldn't be bothered with that damned fatty anymore.
DING DING DING...
He then looked at a private message from Fatty Wang.
"Brother Jiang, I'm Level 10 now. What level are you?" Wang Gang asked.
"Level 17," Jiang Chen replied.
"You reached Level 17 in three days? Stop bluffing!"
"If I'm lying, I'm your dad."
"Damn it... Get lost! What level are you really? Did you find a great beauty to accompany you on your training?"
"No."
"No way! I know you too well. You must've sold your looks to go training alone in the wilderness. What kind of beauty is she? Auntie-level? Granny-level?"
"Screw you."
Wang Gang typed, "(Shocked) Could it be a guy? Is your butt okay?"
Jiang Chen sent back an ellipsis.
"I got a piece of equipment recently; I'll give it to you later," Wang Gang continued. "Don't say your bro doesn't look out for you. Even if you're going to sell it, sell it to me."
Jiang Chen was speechless. This damned fatty. One day, I'll make him really taste a carrot.
Fatty Wang sent details of the item:
[Exquisite Robe (Bronze)]
[Level: 10]
[Magician, Archer, Swordsman wearable]
[Physical Defense Power: 3-8]
[Magical defense power: 3-8]
[Spirit +1]
Jiang Chen looked at the Attributes. He chuckled. This? Is this even considered equipment? I'm wearing the Underworld Set. Who would want such trash Attributes?
Still, the fact that this damned fatty actually remembered me shows our relationship isn't ordinary.
Wang Gang continued, "How about it? Keep me company for three days, and I, your great master, will generously gift it to you."
"Trash Attributes," Jiang Chen replied simply.
"Tsk, I know you're dying for it. Once you reach Level 10, I'll give it to you... Try calling me 'Master'?"
Jiang Chen ignored the damned fatty and set his phone aside.
Wang Gang's messages kept coming: "Say something! Why aren't you talking?"
"Call me 'Master,' and I'll give it to you right away!"
"You didn't actually sell your looks, did you? Was it to a woman or a man?"
"I know you've always been jealous of my physique."
"Damn you, Jiang Chen! You just wait..."
Jiang Chen opened his computer and browsed casually. At night, very few people went out to fight monsters and level up. It was very dangerous with poor visibility, so most Heroes would return to the village to gather. Jiang Chen did the same; he also wouldn't go out at night. Fortunately, this world also had computers. Bored and idle, he could still surf the internet.
A message caught Jiang Chen's attention: 'What class is this, and why is it so strong? Can any distinguished person inform me?'
It was a video. Jiang Chen clicked on it.
The video showed a shadowy figure wearing a Robe, holding a Thin Sword, weaving through monsters. Jiang Chen watched the video closely. The figure's speed was very fast; it wasn't just fast—it was as if it were flying over the grass.
Jiang Chen slowed down the video. What class is this? Can it really fly over grass?
Not only that, but the figure's killing speed was also incredibly fast; with a flash of the sword, a monster would collapse to the ground. The figure casually swept its blade across a monster's chest, and it would fall dead.
Jiang Chen was dumbfounded. So strong. This class must be very powerful, definitely an SS-grade Class.
Below the video, there were many comments.
"What on earth is this Phantom Class? Why is it so formidable, so fast?"
"I don't know, maybe a Swordsman!"
"Swordsman? Impossible! How could such a trash class possess such powerful abilities? This is definitely not a Swordsman."
"It's very likely an SS-grade Class. After all, there are many classes, including hidden classes, which are not rare."
"His sword is so fast—thin and long. Its speed is comparable to an Assassin's."
"This is The Fallen."
"Hey, commenter above, what are The Fallen?"
Jiang Chen read the messages but didn't reply. The Fallen? What class is that?
However, this Swordsman was indeed very strong. Jiang Chen suspected that this person, like himself, must be another transmigrator—one who was also enhanced a hundredfold. After all, who could be certain? Am I the only transmigrator?
Jiang Chen's mind stirred. He searched online for "The Fallen"...
No information.
It seems this is probably fake.