To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

With this identity, Qiu Yu dared not go anywhere for fear that someone would capture him and deliver him to the dungeon, to be stacked up like Tetris blocks.

But seeing the soldiers by the city wall looking around vigilantly, Qiu Yu knew he had to come up with a plan.

He couldn’t fight his way out. Although his Martial Arts Level was 31 and his Bone Diverting Hand was level 32, dealing with one or two soldiers might be feasible, but if a group swarmed him, he would certainly die.

Moreover, this was a game; NPCs would respawn.

It had been tested; kill an NPC, and before long a new one would spawn, identical to the deceased NPC.

So without understanding the NPC respawn mechanism clearly, any rash confrontation was doomed to fail.

Finding a straw raincoat, he covered himself with it, closed his eyes, and lay down by the road, starting to ponder his next move.

Although he could ponder offline, thinking within the game allowed him to stay more in touch with the world, making it easier to find answers.

While Qiu Yu was pondering his predicament, he felt someone block the sunlight in front of him and walk over to where he lay.

Looking through the straw raincoat, Qiu Yu lamented not having a nose; otherwise, he should be able to smell the alcohol on the person.

Before he could say anything, First Under Heaven prison guard directly picked up Qiu Yu, skillfully applied Bone Diverting Hand on him, folded him into a flat cube, and carried him to the jail cell.

After tossing Qiu Yu into the cell and restoring him, First Under Heaven prison guard drank his liquor discontentedly and sneered, “You little rascal, instead of coming to me in trouble, you make yourself look like a beggar by the roadside. What’s the meaning of this?”

“It’s to avoid getting you involved,” Qiu Yu replied helplessly.

“Don’t give me that. You’re clearly afraid I’d betray you. But you’re right to do so; in times like these, trust no one, myself included.”

After saying that, First Under Heaven prison guard suddenly stepped forward, made his hand into a claw, and pinched around Qiu Yu’s face for a while.

Withdrawing his hand and his face flushed, he took a few sips of liquor to calm down, then said, “Try controlling your facial expressions with the techniques I taught you.”

Qiu Yu picked up a mirror with a puzzled look and was surprised to find that using various techniques, he could now make a range of lively expressions, making him indistinguishable from a regular NPC.

“How is this possible!”

“It’s the sophisticated application of Bone Diverting Hand; you’ll understand once you reach level 45 or above. Alright, I’ve adjusted your face. Don’t stick around here any longer. Hurry up and leave through the city gate and don’t ever come back.”

The method soldiers at the gate used to detect aliens was simple: just make the three expressions of laughter, tears, and anger in succession.

Normal NPCs could make these expressions with ease, but aliens lacked facial expressions, so they could be captured at a glance.

However, after considering for a while, Qiu Yu glanced at his achievements list and realized he could no longer aim to be First Under Heaven prison guard, but in these circumstances, there was another title he could undertake.

First Under Heaven traitor.

Good acting, timely information, quick reactions needed for tasks, and a strong network of brothers providing intelligence in the background.

He had all that!

In terms of acting, he’d always felt it was a pity not to pursue an acting career. It was the absence of an actor like him that had turned the entertainment industry into a battleground for pretty boys.

Having timely information and an intelligence network was the same thing; as long as he talked to his gaming groupmates, countless friends would help him act out scenes and relay information.

There was no need to mention quick reaction; he had it covered.

After coming to a realization, he looked at First Under Heaven prison guard, manipulated his expression expertly, and said with bright eyes, “I want to enter the palace.”

“…As an eunuch?”

“I’ll chop it off myself when I need to. I want to rid the emperor of ‘evil’ ministers.”

Coughing, Qiu Yu was about to use his smooth tongue to persuade First Under Heaven prison guard, when he saw the other let out a deep sigh.

Looking at the ceiling, First Under Heaven prison guard slowly said, “You know, as First Under Heaven prison guard, I’ve jailed butchers, generals, dancers, beggars, even emperors, but there’s one person I’ve never captured.”

“Zhao Qin?”

“Exactly. I don’t really have a grand vision or any of that loyalty and filial piety ideology. I just want to jail that fellow.”

“So…”

“I’ll send you in. As First Under Heaven prison guard, I still have some clout and can recommend someone for entry. But if you get into trouble…”

“I’ll decisively take my own life, no need for anyone to handle my corpse.”

“That’s wise, but not enough.”

Qiu Yu thought for a moment, then said, “The aliens up north are quite in need of prison guards.”

“Deal.”

That very afternoon, Qiu Yu was sent into the palace and started his work at night, beginning with a minor official organizing documents.

And so began Qiu Yu’s days of toiling during the day and also at night.

As Qiu Yu infiltrated the palace and began gathering information slowly, Tang Mo also started to take action.

Although he had been slacking for a while, that time had instead provided him inspiration.

In his first month of entering the game, all he did was transcribe books and listen to storyteller First Under Heaven talk. After a while, he managed to grasp an advanced skill, Attending the Scene.

Even at level 1, this skill was extraordinary, though it had virtually no lethal power and could only create various Light Effects to make story listening more enjoyable for those around.

Only above level 40 could it manipulate Coloured Sand with words, making the things spoken about in the tales materially appear before the listeners.