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"Subject Three?"

Hungry Monkey nodded thoughtfully. It was a simple and abstract dance that originated from a local dance in a city, which later became popular across the internet after someone slightly revised it and paired it with a catchy tune.

Originally, it was just something used for amusement in the lower-tier markets.

People watched while laughing and cursing at the same time.

But perhaps the trend had grown too popular, as a politician from a certain city danced to Subject Three before stepping up to run for office and won the election with an overwhelming majority of votes.

Additionally, a highly popular actress also performed Subject Three with her dance troupe at the end of a concert, topping the hot search charts once again.

Although it seemed abstract, in reality, traffic was king. In this world, having traffic and attention meant you could obtain more resources than others.

"Quite interesting."

Hungry Monkey nodded, turned on the speaker, and looked toward Yuan Buping and others: "Then let's start. I want to see how well you dance it."

The next second—

A familiar tune suddenly started playing.

"A sword unsheathed shrouds the moon as jianghu feuds are put aside, the west wind, fallen leaves, parting is hard on a bed where the sword lies."

"You, a passerby of mountains and rivers, yet constantly sigh at separations, your temples frosted, your drink strong and heady."

Yuan Buping and his 17-person crew, dressed in identical black suits, quickly formed a dance group with Yuan at the forefront. With a stoic face, Yuan led the dance as the music began, waving his arms.

A line of dancers.

All moved with uniform precision.

It was perfect; the rhythm of the music and the movement of their bodies were executed impeccably.

"Perfect!"

After watching the performance, Hungry Monkey clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Truly the king of abstractions. If you were to do this during a major event, we 'Tomb Guardians' would definitely become famous. Not bad."

"Wait here, I'll go report to Miao."

...

Ten minutes later.

Chen Miao, who had been called out to check the results, watched with a blank face as Yuan Buping and the others finished dancing Subject Three. After a long silence, he turned to Hungry Monkey, hooked him by the neck, brought his head close to his ear, and whispered hoarsely, word by word.

"I want fame!"

"Authority and fame!"

"Not fucking infamy!"

"Cancel it. If you dare dance Subject Three behind my back and lose face for me, you're done."

After taking a deep breath, he then turned coldly toward Yuan Buping and the others and said with a sneer, "I didn't realize you guys could dance like that. Not bad. Hungry Monkey, send them the video of the coffin dance later; the suits are quite fitting."

"Since you can dance, do this dance a hundred times today."

"No eating until you're done."

Having said that, Chen Miao didn't linger and went directly to his tomb chamber to start planning a fame-boosting strategy for the big event. He already had an initial plan; if you wanted to become famous and be remembered for a long time, there had to be a story.

A newcomer suddenly rising to become the ultimate champion would be shocking, but it wouldn't be memorable for long, nor could it be widely spread for long.

But—

If a newcomer suddenly emerged and, despite facing numerous obstacles from various powers, nearly failed, but ultimately relied on the belief in their heart to turn the tables at the last moment.

Yes, that story sounded like it would have a wider reach.

He planned to write a script and then give a brief performance during the big event. After the event concluded, he would find a few media outlets to help publicize his "Tomb Guardian" force.

Creating a persona for himself that's built entirely on hard work and perseverance.

Perfect.

...

"What are they doing over there..."

Hungry Monkey, the gang leader, was at that moment hugging his girlfriend and hiding in the woods, his gaze blankly fixed on the nearby scene where, accompanied by music, a group of people in black suits started dancing with a coffin.

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It was also his first encounter with a gang.

At the moment, he didn't know the name of this force , only that their choice of location was very secretive, and they didn't seem to have any intention of chasing or killing them for the time being. They could hide out here for a while; the Enforcement Bureau likely wouldn't be able to find this place.

Even if they did, they probably wouldn't take actions. After all, the Enforcement Bureau tends to show some respect to gangs like this and wouldn't rashly search for people.

Yet, he hadn't noticed that the eyes of the girlfriend in his arms were gradually filling with regret.

A girl who had been clothed in silk and jewels since childhood had run away from the big city to a graveyard for the sake of love. When she calmed down and really thought about it, she realized she would no longer wake up to someone handing her warm milk, nor would she have closets full of clothes anymore.

She suddenly felt it wasn't worth it.

For this girl, the greatest hardship she might've faced in her life was probably coffee.

...

Time slowly passed by.

The sun gradually set.

That day, Yuan Buping and others performed the coffin dance 100 times, not one time less. Whether Miao was joking or being punitive, since Miao said to do it 100 times, they had to do it 100 times.

Being the boss, there was no such thing as a joke.

Even if Miao was joking, they had to comply. It was about maintaining Miao's authority. Yuan Buping, who had once been a boss himself, knew this very clearly. In his view, in order for the "Tomb Guardian" force to develop, Miao's authority had to be established.

After that,

Yuan Buping started today's graveyard renovation project. Their graves were a little too conspicuous, spotted immediately by the couple that had strayed into the graveyard earlier that day. If no one came to worship on these days, but then suddenly someone did, they would see right through it.

So, they planned to add some decorations to make their graves more concealed.

Night fell, and everyone went to sleep.

After an indeterminate amount of time, lights turned on, and the day brightened.

At just 9 a.m., Chen Miao had already washed up and, together with Yuan Buping and his group, took a cab to Fengtian City. Perhaps because they had some money on them, they didn't take the bus, opting instead to take a taxi when leaving the house.

It was more comfortable and faster.

It just cost a bit more money.

And in the sky, the countdown had only 12 hours left. Tonight at nine, the first big event he would encounter in this world was approaching. Before that, he needed to do some preparations.

Soon—

He arrived at Secret Realm Building, now having a legal identity that allowed him free entry to the building. Although he had killed quite a few people in the Experience Secret Realm last time, it didn't matter; after all, murder in the secret realm wasn't illegal.

Nobody came after him seeking revenge either, Doctor Gou had taken care of things cleanly.

Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Doctor Gou for a long time and wondered how the other was doing now.

Today he planned to level up Yuan Buping and the others to level 1.