Even the world-destroying Demon King is nothing more than data and programs.
As long as you find the right strategy, you can easily deal with it.
But now we are facing the demon of illness in the real world. Can Jie bring his immense in-game skills into reality?
Xiao Jie calmly said, "Of course, I’m serious. Since you trust me, stop talking nonsense. You’ll see for yourself when the time comes."
Although it sounded unbelievable, Xiao Jie’s words gave Gu Feiyu a glimmer of hope.
"How are you going to help cure my illness? Find a Priest to resurrect me?" Gu Feiyu half-jokingly probed.
Xiao Jie replied seriously, "No Priest, but there is a Heavenly Master."
(Jie must be mentally unstable because Wuji Studio disbanded and Han died... right?) Gu Feiyu thought, his heart aching. Recalling how magnificent Wuji Studio was in the game, and how they joyfully worked together in the game.
Unexpectedly, in just a few years, the studio disbanded, Han died, Jie went mad, and Gu Feiyu himself got a terminal illness...
Xiao Jie vaguely sensed Gu Feiyu’s unease, but he didn’t bring it up. Instead, he smiled and chatted about some past events.
"Driver, to the Emperor Hotel."
Sitting in the taxi, Xiao Jie instructed, "When we get there, don’t speak out of turn. Follow my lead, observe more, talk less. If someone asks, just say you’re with Feng. Understood?"
"Understood." Gu Feiyu obediently replied.
Beidou truly is a big city. It took over an hour to reach their destination—Emperor Hotel, a five-star international hotel.
Looking at the majestic Emperor Building and the luxurious hotel entrance, Gu Feiyu was awestruck. Although Wuji Studio was famous in the gaming world, it was just a gaming studio. In reality, they wouldn’t even dine out, usually opting for takeout.
Gu Feiyu had never seen such grandiosity.
Could it be that Jie really made it in the entertainment industry and struck it rich?
Xiao Jie walked straight into the hotel, with Gu Feiyu following closely behind.
As soon as they reached the entrance, someone stopped them.
"Feng?" the person tentatively asked.
The crew-cut young man in front of him looked somewhat familiar to Xiao Jie.
Players’ in-game characters and their real-life counterparts often looked similar, with differences mainly in equipment and hairstyles. Their facial features were generally the same.
"Oh, you recognize me. Are you—Little White Dragon?"
"It’s me. You’re a bit late. The guild leader specifically asked me to wait here for you. Oh, who’s this?"
"Oh, please come in. The guild leader has already booked the entire Emperor Hotel. For the next three days, all the people here are players."
As they walked inside, they saw many people in the hotel lobby chatting, drinking at the bar, or smoking in the designated area.
From time to time, someone recognized Xiao Jie and enthusiastically greeted him.
"Wow, Feng is so handsome."
"Hi Feng, let’s have a drink together later."
Xiao Jie waved back frequently, then turned to ask Little White Dragon,
"By the way, is there anyone here who can treat illnesses?"
"You can ask Strawberry Coke. He knows the Disease Removal Skill, though it’s hard to say if it works for cancer.
Or ask the guild leader. A while ago, he mentioned he was trying to refine some elixir in real life, but materials are hard to find. Not sure if he was successful.
If all else fails, look for Hong Fu Qitian. Divine Descent Masters are versatile and can solve any problem."
"Which room is Coke in?"
Gu Feiyu, listening to their conversation, felt devastated. Not only was Jie ill, but this friend of Jie’s seemed even sicker.
"Alright, you go ahead. I’ll visit the guild leader after my friend’s treatment."
The two arrived at Room 609 and knocked on the door.
The door opened on its own, and they saw a handsome young man with long hair, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, meditating.
Xiao Jie knew not to disturb someone while they were in the middle of their practice, so he and Gu Feiyu waited quietly.
After a long while, Strawberry Coke opened his eyes.
"Coke, you know the Disease Removal Skill?"
"Can you treat my brother’s cancer—late-stage?"
"Sure, I’ll give it a try." Strawberry Coke responded nonchalantly.
Although he was just trying, his tone made it sound like it was no big deal.
Gu Feiyu was at a loss for words.
He watched as Strawberry Coke formed hand seals and chanted aloud,
Evil dissipates, pain vanishes, plague retreats, no malignant sores, disease removal—hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
Strawberry Coke pointed a finger, and a white light shot straight into Gu Feiyu. Startled, Gu Feiyu felt a chill running through his body, as if he was purified; he felt an unprecedented lightness.
When the white light dissipated, the pain from his cancer was completely gone.
Strawberry Coke gave Gu Feiyu a once-over, nodded slightly, "The illness should be cured, but you don’t look so good."
"Aftermath of chemotherapy," Xiao Jie explained.
"Oh, let me boost your vitality a bit." Strawberry Coke formed another hand seal.
Spring rain, rejuvenation, life circulates, dead wood blooms. Rejuvenation—hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
A bright green light surrounded Gu Feiyu, filling him with warmth. The weakness and fatigue left his body, and he suddenly felt full of vigor.
Even his complexion improved, showing more color.
"How do you feel?" Xiao Jie asked.
"I feel great, Jie—Coke, is my illness really cured? This is a miracle, a miracle! I can’t thank you enough—I...I..."
Gu Feiyu was too overwhelmed to speak.
Strawberry Coke was unfazed; he had treated many people before, including dignitaries and tycoons for the guild’s benefit.
Such reactions were normal.
"It was nothing. Hey Feng, does this count as a merit?"
"Certainly, a major merit—50 DKP!"
50...DKP? Gu Feiyu was left dazed.