Chapter 964: Meng Yun’s Experience

The moment she exited the game, Meng Yun, nearly thirty years old, finally breathed a sigh of relief. She activated the nutrition pod and stepped out of this million-dollar limited-edition virtual gaming pod, her face bearing a hint of melancholy along with a trace of menace.
Just a moment ago…
This was already the fourth time she had experienced “Happy” from the first-person perspective, over half an hour in total. In other words, she had repeatedly experienced “Happy’s” first-person perspective for more than two hours.
It took her two hours to break through the damned miasmic effects of “Hell Realm” and truly experience the actual combat situation from “Happy’s” perspective.
“…”
She poured herself a cup of coffee, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window, and went to her balcony with a view of the sea. Her long-suppressed emotions finally eased a little.
How long had it been?
She could no longer remember when the last time she had experienced someone else’s first-person perspective was…
Was it during that incident with Yi Di?
It seemed so.
It had been almost a year since she had encountered any skilled players whose REP caught her interest—neither those in the Central Plains nor any foreign experts could arouse her interest.
But this time…
She had experienced it for over two hours.
In the pitch-black canyons of “Hell Realm”!
Slowly sitting down in the white balcony shelter, Meng Yun murmured, “If not for that incident a year and a half ago, ‘Happy’ would probably be something incredible by now…”
“…”
If anyone heard Meng Yun giving such high praise to “Happy,” to an opponent, they would surely be stunned.
However…
Most people who had carefully experienced “Happy’s” first-person perspective would share the same feeling…
The environment in “Hell Realm” was extremely harsh.
Although many people had analyzed “Happy’s” advantages on forums, to fight so freely and recklessly in such a pitch-black environment required far more than just the skills of a top-tier expert.
In the narrow passages, every step demanded extreme caution and precision—one wrong step could mean the difference between heaven and hell!
Speed didn’t mean one could charge recklessly; strength didn’t mean one could move freely. Even with unparalleled ability to sense direction through sound, to what extent must one’s mind work under such complex conditions? To what degree must one remain focused?
Half an hour of continuous combat—even Meng Yun, who had reached the Wuwei realm, might not be able to imitate it.
This was why Meng Yun entered four times in a row, constantly experiencing “Happy’s” perspective and feelings until she fully understood everything about him.
Of course…

Beyond being awe-inspiring, Meng Yun also gathered quite a bit of information about Happy during these over two hours. First was his footwork—graceful and remarkable, indeed at a very high level. His sword skills were average, but in Happy’s hands, they seemed to turn the ordinary into the miraculous. Additionally, Happy’s mental techniques were clearly excellent; he didn’t take a single pill throughout the battle and fought continuously for over half an hour—a true miracle. Finally, there was his most astonishing move—a unique technique similar to claw strikes that allowed him to easily seize and immobilize his enemies. It was very similar to the pulse-cutting technique used by the American expert “Thunderous Roar,” yet even more mysterious. There was also another move related to evasion… Through offense and defense, it ensured Happy’s safety to the greatest extent possible. Against peers at the same level, these two moves could boost his chances of victory by a significant margin! In Happy’s hands, they were simply terrifying. Taking out his phone, Meng Yun saw several missed calls, all from Bloodclothes. Frowning, he called back. “Are you looking at Happy’s REP?” A deep voice answered promptly. “What do you plan to do now?” With a calm expression, Meng Yun didn’t answer but asked instead, “Happy’s rise is unstoppable. You must know what it means to rank among the top ten in the paid channel.” “…” The breathing on the other end of the phone sounded heavy. Bloodclothes never expected Happy to grow so rapidly after repeated attacks. Defeating three elders from his Blood Alliance had shocked him, but being able to contact the head of the paid channel and obtain advertising support on the homepage was beyond his imagination. Reaching the top ten in the paid rankings meant Happy’s resources could now rival his own! Now, even if he used the old methods—strategies and overwhelming numbers—to attack Happy, it would only lead to a situation like today: losing more than gaining. “Given your temperament, since you’ve entered Happy’s first-person perspective, you surely won’t stop until you analyze something. I wonder what good ideas you have.” Bloodclothes passed the problem to Meng Yun. After all, although he had directed everything initially, now everyone in the world knew that the Five Poisons Sect was under Meng Yun’s control, a vassal force of the First-Class Hall. “Happy’s strength cannot be underestimated. With his unique technique ‘True Dragon Ten Styles,’ proficient sword skills, and agile movement, even without his Liberation Realm protection technique ‘Immortal Body,’ he already poses a significant threat to experts at the Non-Action Realm.”

“…” After taking a deep breath, Xueyi’s tone grew even heavier: “I understand what you mean. I don’t deny it—even I’m not entirely sure I can handle those three elders from my sect. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have rushed to call you. Happy indeed needs to be restrained.”
“The problem is we have no way to restrain him.”
Mengyun smiled bitterly:
“You Blood Alliance sent over five hundred people this time, and he killed three of their top experts and over four hundred elite fighters. Even if we went somewhere else, I don’t think things would be any better… In other words, despite our great power, we can’t afford to waste resources fighting him.”
After a pause, before Xueyi could become impatient, she added:
“Weren’t you saying earlier that you wanted to deal with those people connected to Happy?”
“We’ve found some of them, but it seems Happy has no intention of contacting them at all…”
“He’s only been conscious for a short time; maybe he still doesn’t know. How about we remind him?” There was an implied meaning in Mengyun’s words.
“What do you mean?”
“Recently, hasn’t someone been very active on the forums, constantly helping Happy gain momentum? This time, let’s help him… bring up all those past incidents! Make him aware that there’s a group of people who’ve done things for him.”
“Good idea!”
Xueyi laughed loudly on the other end of the phone:
“I know Happy well. If others are kind to him, he’ll definitely be kinder in return. These people have lost many opportunities for him. Once we expose that, he can’t just ignore it.”
“So, get ready. When we’ve created enough momentum, your Blood Alliance should take action and deal with these people. Then… document the whole process. Understood?”
“Haha! Great idea! Happy alone is indeed hard to deal with, but if we force them together, it becomes much easier. If Happy ignores them even more, that’s even better. Then we can influence public opinion, and this comatose expert who’s now awake will instantly lose all reputation!”