Black Tech Internet Cafe System

“That girl is indeed here.” A man wearing a silver robe and a golden belt gazed at the high city walls of the moderately grand city and the bustling crowds.

“Mortals?” He frowned.

“The Deserted Sea Realm has the largest number of mortals,” someone said from behind him, “After all, it’s a… em… abandoned place.”

The man waved his hand as if he didn’t like this topic. “The top priority is finding the little princess… Besides, we must make the least possible contact with people in the Deserted Sea Realm, understand?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

…

– In Jiuhua City –

The situation with the Jiuhua City Shop was different from before.

It was livelier than the Half City Shop; the mild climate was only one of the reasons.

Another reason was that Jiuhua City was a place cohabited by ordinary people, warriors, and cultivators, so it had busier streets and a bigger population compared to Half City.

The Jiuhua City Shop was located in the residential area of ordinary people.

Each Monday and Tuesday night, some nearby civilians would gather in the shop to watch the TV Series, Jade Dynasty, and Wind and Cloud. After all, the broadcast of TV Series was free.

Even though they could only see the plot and couldn’t get increased strength, it was far more exciting and interesting compared to the stories told in the restaurants.

In the city, almost every resident could retell a part of Jade Dynasty and was very familiar with the names “Wind God Nie Feng” and “No-Cry Death God Bu Jingyun”.

Since the major factions outside Dajin corrected their mistakes and no longer forbad their disciples from learning and making friends in Origins Internet Club, the shop was always packed.

People began waiting in line from the early morning.

The Royal Princess in her long black royal dress was reading an exquisite, colored, hard-cover book. A red demon face was printed on the black cover – Diablo 2.

“What are you reading?” The Fifth Prince plunked down on the couch beside her with two cups of milk tea and handed one to the Royal Princess.

“The last volume of the official hardcover edition of Diablo!” While sipping the milk tea, she continued reading the book. “Although I haven’t played the game yet, the story is fascinating… Following the Dark Wanderer’s footsteps, they fought their way to the Hell Forge and destroyed the soulstones of the lords of Hell… This is a legend of heroes that we can only see in the myths.”

She asked casually, “Didn’t you play this game?”

“Yeah… But in the game, we must experience Nightmare Difficulty to see the real Hell,” The Fifth Prince said with a shake of his head, “I have just passed the easiest Normal Difficulty. The higher I go, the more difficult it will be. Anyway, only Duke Nalan and a few others are playing Hell Difficulty. It’s really hard.”

“It’s said that in Hell Difficulty, players have no restrictions and can use any martial art techniques or spiritual spells and combat techniques that they have learned in the shop. Is that true?” the Royal Princess asked while turning to another page.

“Almost. They have gotten used to using skills such as the sword control technique with the energy in the game. Despite all this, they still can’t clear the stage yet; they are all stuck in Act II.”

Obviously, in Hell Difficulty, Diablo 2 had fully reinstalled the original power for Andariel, Duriel, and the three mighty lords of Hell. For most of the players, even if they were equipped with powerful items and had high skill levels, they would be hindered if their own cultivation strengths and realms were low, and the game progress would be very slow.

The Royal Princess sipped the milk tea while she read the end of the official novel of Diablo 2. Baal and its demon legion were finally defeated by heroes, and the polluted Worldstone was also destroyed. Despite the destruction of the demon legion, the home of the Barbarians was also destroyed together with the demon legion at the Worldstone Chamber. The whole world plunged into chaos after the destruction of the Worldstone.

After closing the book, the Royal Princess sat on the couch and looked at the sunshine outside the shop, slowly savoring the content. I wonder what lives the heroes will have in the future. Will the only surviving Barbarian hero rebuild his homeland?

I wonder if there are more stories about them… She curled her lips while she thought about it. Then, a tall figure came to the entrance of the shop and blocked the sunshine that was shining through the glass door.

The shop was bustling with people, and it wasn’t strange to see customers going into the shop. After all, as the shop’s reputation spread, many disciples of major factions and forces including the three saint factions came to visit the shop, which explained why some strange faces would occasionally show up outside the shop.

However, Royal Princess Ji Yu found that she couldn’t tell what cultivation style this man had. Even though this man didn’t try to hide his aura and presence, she couldn’t connect the mystical sensation to any factions or forces.

There was a mysterious and proud sensation on him, and she didn’t know how to compare that to the people of the three saint factions.

The most puzzling was that this man released an aristocratic presence, which wasn’t ostentatious but could be felt in each of his casual moves. It was an innate nobility deep in the bones.

He was about 30 years old and was wearing a silver robe with luxurious golden embroidered patterns. Looking at his bigger-than-usual size, Ji Yu suspected that he was a warrior, but then she found that the contour of his face was softer than the tough features of ordinary warriors; he didn’t look like a weathered warrior but a well-maintained cultivator.

He was flanked by two men who looked like his guards.

“Who’s this guy?” The Fifth Prince whispered.

“No idea.” The Royal Princess frowned. “How come I feel like he isn’t here to get online?”

“Is he here to make trouble?”

“Make trouble?” Hearing these two words, the other cultivators sitting on the couches looked over.

While they stared at the newcomers, the latter was staring at them as well.

They saw some seniors inside with bowls of instant noodles in their hands or spicy sticks between the chopsticks in their hands.

Lan Mo, the Wuwei Daoist Alliance Master, was sipping milk tea with a straw. Noticing the situation around him subconsciously, he looked up with widened eyes.

Su Tianji slurped on the instant noodles and got a mouthful. Then, she looked up nonplussed. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s happening?”

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

“Your Highness,” the two guards glanced around the shop and said, “This place feels weird.”

“Uh huh…” The silver-robed man nodded.

Instantly, the atmosphere got tense.

“Are these three guys here to make trouble?” Su Tianji asked with a mouthful of instant noodles; her question couldn’t be heard that clearly.

“Master… I think it’s highly likely! Slurp!” Fenghua replied while eating instant noodles as well.

“With me sitting here, who dares to make trouble?!” With a snort, Nalan Hongwu sipped his milk tea and instantly sighed in pleasure, feeling a warm flow of essence enter his body.

Then, he stood up from his seat.

Before he could speak, a small head stuck out from behind the computer on the counter. She blinked her big eyes and said, “Big brother?”

“Royal… Little Sister?!” The man looked pleasantly surprised.

“Ugh?!” All the people who were brewing for a fight froze.

“Is he your big brother?!” They all gaped at Jiang Xiaoyue.