Chapter 49: A New Mission World
Atlantis.
This was the largest passenger ferry on the Empire-Federation route. After settling Harlan in the room, Mo Xuanyu stepped onto the deck to enjoy the sea breeze.
He leaned on the railing, his black hair gently tousled by the wind, eyes fixed on the harbor that gradually disappeared from view.
“Hey, can I buy you a drink?”
A blond, blue-eyed man suddenly approached Mo Xuanyu. He had just finished swimming and was draped in a towel.
A short distance away by the pool, several men and women were watching Mo Xuanyu.
Not long before, they had been betting on the blond man’s chances of successfully striking up a conversation with Mo Xuanyu.
After Mo Xuanyu gently shook his head to decline, some of the onlookers cheered, while others teased the blond man loudly,
“You said you’d definitely get him! Andy, your charm isn’t working!”
The blond man named Andy shrugged helplessly. “I told you, guys, someone like him—such a top-tier ice queen—would reject any sudden advances, no exceptions. Why wouldn’t you believe me?”
Mo Xuanyu returned to his room, cradling Harlan as he sat on the balcony lounge chair, watching the scenery while running his hand over the dog’s exceptionally soft fur.
“Awwooo…” Harlan protested twice, feeling as though his head was about to be rubbed bald.
“No objections allowed.”
Mo Xuanyu continued massaging the dog’s head.
In the afternoon, a heavy rain began to fall, so Mo Xuanyu snuggled with Harlan under the covers and slept in.
Later, he had a custom first-class dinner, which wasn’t quite as tasty as what Rong Qin used to make, and then disembarked.
Federation, Donghai City, New Holhorst Port.
As he got off the ship, the blond man Andy saw Mo Xuanyu again.
On the street outside the harbor, Andy adjusted his tie and, unable to contain himself, stepped forward to strike up a conversation, flashing a textbook handsome smile.
“Are you here on vacation or for school? I’m a local. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.”
“Just here for sightseeing,” Mo Xuanyu smiled slightly. “Sorry, someone’s come to pick me up.”
Before Andy could react, a sleek black luxury car slowly pulled up in front of Mo Xuanyu.
A man in a leather jacket and sunglasses stepped out, helping to place Mo Xuanyu’s suitcase in the trunk.
Removing his sunglasses, the man revealed a handsome, mature face and shrugged at Andy. “Sorry, buddy, you don’t stand a chance.”
Andy, thinking this man must be Mo Xuanyu’s acquaintance, gave up his attempt and resigned himself to failure.
The man returned to the car and smiled as he asked Mo Xuanyu, “Haven’t seen you in a while. How come you’re getting so much attention these days?”
Mo Xuanyu smiled wryly. “What should I call you now?”
The man handed over a business card. “Here, my new occupation. I’m currently working for the President.”
Mo Xuanyu took the card, which boldly read: Ryan Francis Greg, Federation Special Forces Unit.
“As expected of you. You’ve even made it to the President’s side,” Mo Xuanyu remarked with some admiration.
He and Ryan were old friends, having first met at the Royal Academy in the Empire’s capital.
At that time, Ryan went by a different name and was an instructor at the academy.
Mo Xuanyu’s initial mastery in combat and cold weaponry at level 20 was all taught by him.
Ryan had noticed Mo Xuanyu’s good looks and had gone out of his way to teach him many practical combat techniques for self-defense in dangerous situations, laying the foundation for Mo Xuanyu’s understanding of fighting.
According to Ryan himself, he was a man yearning to find meaning in life.
Thus, from early on, Ryan had continuously switched careers to experience different lives.
Ryan was brilliant; any company he started would make millions within two years, but once bored, he would donate everything and start anew with a different identity.
Mo Xuanyu had previously asked him to help set up an anonymous account in the Federation and purchase some real estate there.
Had the Holy Geometry not sought him out then, Mo Xuanyu would not have married Yan Geng but instead would have moved to the Federation to start his own medical company, severing ties with the Mo family.
After Ryan dropped Mo Xuanyu off at his destination, he patted Harlan’s head.
“The President’s got tasks for me soon. I’m out of time today, but I’ll treat you to dinner next time. Call me if you need anything.”
“Thanks for today,” Mo Xuanyu said, watching the car vanish into the street.
He led Harlan into a gated villa community, found a villa he had bought before, entered the password, and opened the door.
The furniture inside was covered in a thin layer of dust from disuse, but a cleaning robot had been working, so tidying up wasn’t difficult.
He first cleaned a room, then removed the dust cover from the sofa and sat down with Harlan, watching TV while pondering his next steps.
Currently, Mo Xuanyu had about 30 million in savings in the Federation—enough to live comfortably without working for a long time.
If he hadn’t been involved with Holy Geometry, he would by now have been preparing to start a company—30 million was still too little for someone like him.
But now, Mo Xuanyu looked down on mere worldly wealth. His vision and ambition had grown far greater.
More than external riches, he wanted to become stronger.
However, since Holy Geometry hadn’t yet launched the second mission world, Mo Xuanyu was forced into a passive state.
Such peaceful days quickly passed by. Mo Xuanyu slept late into the afternoon, then got up, stretched, and began thinking about dinner.
Looking at the empty kitchen and considering his mediocre cooking skills, he decided to return to Holy Geometry.
“Can my dog enter Holy Geometry?” Mo Xuanyu asked, pointing at Harlan.
Awwooo?
Harlan tilted his head in confusion, not understanding his owner’s question.
[Holy Geometry: No. This biological organism cannot withstand spatial teleportation.]
“Alright then.”
Mo Xuanyu patted Harlan’s head, then entered Holy Geometry alone to find a barbecue restaurant for dinner.
Of course, he didn’t forget his dog. After eating, he went to a pet shop and bought some premium dog food for Harlan.
It was said to strengthen the body and make a dog the king among dogs.
Harlan had no idea about that. It just thought the food was delicious, devouring two large bowls before curling up on the sofa for a nap.
Mo Xuanyu ordered an automatic feeder via his phone and placed it in the living room so Harlan could press the button when hungry.
Another ordinary day passed.
[Holy Geometry: Chosen ones, please be advised. The mission world will activate in 12 hours. Prepare yourselves.]
[Holy Geometry: Your title, “Person of World Attention,” has been activated. Upon entering the mission world, you will receive additional focus from the World Will and gain a higher initial status.]
Seeing this, Mo Xuanyu returned to his personal space and purchased four green-quality spiritual power potions from the trading market, spending a total of 2,000 points.
He had 300 points left.
Compared to other chosen ones, Mo Xuanyu had one advantage: he didn’t need to spend points on healing potions.
Healing items that rapidly cure injuries were the most expensive in their category, sometimes marked up by 50%!
No one wanted to die. When a real fight broke out, healers might not arrive in time, which drove the prices so high.
Every time chosen ones returned from the world, their first task was to stock up on healing potions for the next mission world. Those who came late often found the supplies exhausted.
Guild expenditures in this regard were staggering, usually purchasing dozens or hundreds of healing potions, throwing money at it relentlessly.
In contrast, spiritual power potions were much more stable in price, as only mages purchased them to replenish mana after exhaustion.
The market was small, and drop rates were high, keeping prices steady.
This allowed Mo Xuanyu to effectively get a bargain—four green potions for 2,000 points, much better than from scalpers.
[Chosen One “Shiyu,” you are about to enter the second-tier mission world: Cursed Continent.]
World Difficulty: Extreme.
“You’re overestimating me.”
Mo Xuanyu shook his head helplessly. He took out the Eye of Goshou from his space and pinned the thumb-sized brooch on his left chest.
The vertical pupil of the Eye of Goshou opened briefly, seemingly verifying the wearer’s identity, then slowly closed, appearing as an ordinary brooch.
[World transfer in progress!]
Mo Xuanyu’s figure vanished from his personal space as countless chosen ones simultaneously entered their respective mission worlds.
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As Mo Xuanyu slowly opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a hotel apartment.
Boom!!
The nearby floor-to-ceiling window was shattered, rain pounding incessantly on the floor, thunder roaring without pause.
Beep beep beep!
Next to Mo Xuanyu, an old-fashioned pink flip phone adorned with magical girl stickers was ringing.
Mo Xuanyu answered, hearing an urgent voice:
“Joshua, how are things on your side? Are you injured? How bad is it? We’re severely affected here too, and rescue may be delayed!”
Mo Xuanyu glanced at the blood and shell casings on the floor, then calmly stood.
“I’m fine. My injuries aren’t serious. No need to send help.”
He stepped on the bloodstains.
Not just “not serious”—the original Joshua was basically dead and gone.
At the same time, Holy Geometry transmitted background information into Mo Xuanyu’s mind.
Second-tier world: Cursed Continent, Ail Republic.
World Difficulty: Extreme.
Location: National capital of Ail Republic.
World Introduction:
This is a world shrouded in curses. Human emotions accumulate and mutate, eventually giving birth to terrifying entities called Curse Spirits.
The only ones able to combat these horrors are known as Curse Sorcerers.
In 1999, an ancient and sinister organization resurfaced, secretly collecting various cursed artifacts with the intent to overturn the world’s order.
This has attracted the attention of the Ail Republic’s upper echelons.
“Didn’t I see a setup like this in some manga?”
A sarcastic thought suddenly flashed through Mo Xuanyu’s mind, but he shook it off.