Desperate Mission

Luo Feng remained humble before his teacher, yet his answer contained an unshakeable resolve. Zhenyan King looked at his respectful disciple, shook his head, and couldn't help but smile. “Luo Feng, your decision is a bit reckless. But the fact that you show no hesitation before me is excellent! To become a true powerhouse, you must constantly reflect on yourself. If you find a mistake, correct it immediately! But if you believe you are right, then hold onto that belief like a creed.” “Since your mind is made up, I won't try to dissuade you further!” “Just one thing: come back alive to see me.” Zhenyan King gazed at his vibrant young disciple. His billions of years of life had seen countless disciples perish. “Teacher, I will definitely return alive,” Luo Feng said, bowing respectfully. “Go!” Zhenyan King nodded and waved his hand. Luo Feng bowed again, then walked out of the training ground. Zhenyan King watched Luo Feng leave, a complex emotion in his eyes, before his figure dissipated. ... Walking out of the training ground, the servants and guards in the manor all saluted Luo Feng. “Your Highness.” “Your Highness.” The group was extremely respectful. Luo Feng, however, frowned in thought: “Teacher is right. Those who dare to undertake a Desperate Mission only go in with confidence, yet the death rate is still as high as 90%. I have my Demon Killer Clan clone and Golden Horn Behemoth clone, giving me ten times the survival capability of others, but I still can't be careless.” Just in the past six months, he had encountered danger twice during four Dangerous-tier missions. Both times, he instantly switched to his Demon Killer Clan clone, relying on its incredible movement speed as a Domain Lord-level Ninth Tier to escape quickly. Even Dangerous-tier missions posed trouble. A Desperate-tier mission naturally required utmost caution. ... Luo Feng entered his study, sat at his desk, opened his laptop, and clicked directly to the page. Safe-tier, Normal-tier, Difficult-tier, Dangerous-tier, Desperate-tier. “Desperate-tier!” Luo Feng clicked without hesitation. Drip—drip—drip—drip—drip—drip— A piercing sound emanated from the screen. “Luo Feng, this is a solemn reminder that this is a Desperate-tier mission. Many members of the Taichu Secret Realm and Primal Secret Realm in our Virtual Universe Company's history have lost their lives taking on Desperate-tier missions. We suggest you… try a Desperate-tier mission after a few more qualification battles.” An electronic voice echoed in the study. “To retreat, select 'Cancel'. To accept the Desperate-tier mission, select 'Confirm'.” “Once confirmed, there is no turning back.” “You must execute the Desperate-tier mission!” Luo Feng grinned and clicked 'Confirm'. Drip! The page automatically refreshed, revealing a brand new page, one only accessible after truly accepting a Desperate-tier mission. At the top of the page was a line of text: “Desperate-tier mission, with a 90% death rate. To survive a desperate situation requires strength and luck. You may choose a Desperate-tier mission a maximum of two times. Please choose carefully.” “The following is the list of Desperate-tier missions: 1. Purgatory Abyss (Virtual Universe Company Primal Secret Realm) 2. Cloud Palace (Giant Axe Martial Arena Divine Origin Secret Realm) ... 8. Demonic Mountain (Virtual Universe Company Taichu Secret Realm) ... 12. Dead Star (Cosmic Mercenary Alliance Glory Secret Realm) ... 18. Blood Demon Continent (Universe First Bank Blood Drop Secret Realm)” Luo Feng frowned as he looked at the list: “There were 186 Dangerous-tier missions, but only 18 Desperate-tier missions. That's surprisingly few.” 18 Desperate Missions. Four were under the Virtual Universe Company's Secret Realms, while the other 14 were in Secret Realms belonging to the Giant Axe Martial Arena, Cosmic Mercenary Alliance, Cosmic River Bank, and Universe First Bank. Just by looking at the names, Luo Feng could feel the overwhelming sense of danger. Being called 'Desperate' was certainly not an exaggeration. “Hmm!” “First, I'll carefully examine each one to understand what these desperate places are.” Luo Feng began to browse. Each desperate mission had a detailed introduction and specific requirements. The points varied. The lowest-scoring mission, 'Dead Star', actually had three sub-missions, each worth 100,000 points, so it wasn't a small amount in total. The highest, 'Purgatory Abyss', offered 1,000,000 points for a single mission. ... He read and pondered meticulously for a full half-hour. “Hiss!” Luo Feng gasped, staring at the screen, and murmured, “They're truly ruthless, just as they said. To survive a Desperate Mission, strength is fundamental, but a bit of luck is also truly needed. Even I, if my luck is terrible and I fall into a nightmare scenario where all my clones are exposed, might not make it out alive.” All 18 missions were extremely brutal! “As long as my luck isn't too bad, I still have a certain degree of confidence.” “Which one should I choose?” Luo Feng felt no fear or worry. There was no such thing as 100% safety in this world. Even ordinary people on Earth might have a flowerpot fall on them while walking down the street. Even if you follow traffic rules, drunk drivers might violate them and crash into you. Even a powerful expert like Luo Feng could encounter bad luck. Perhaps some super-being, suffering from something painful, might vent their frustration by killing a group of youngsters. Perhaps super-beings from the Insectoid or Mechanoid races might invade, traversing the universe directly into a Secret Realm, killing a batch of youngsters. In short. There was no absolute safety. If he had a certain degree of confidence, he would go for it. “Hmm, the 'Demonic Mountain' mission is the only Desperate Mission in the Taichu Secret Realm. From the description, it seems quite suitable for me. Since it's close, I'll take it!” Luo Feng's eyes lit up, and he gently clicked to accept. “Drip!” “Please confirm acceptance of the Demonic Mountain training mission.” “Mission accepted.” “Please enter your departure time. The Virtual Universe Company will arrange for someone to transport you to the Demonic Mountain.” Luo Feng took a deep breath and nodded slightly. ... Two days later. A spaceship arrived at Luo Feng's territory, on that star-continent. “Your Highness Luo Feng.” Three men in black uniforms stepped out of the spaceship and bowed respectfully. “Alright, let's go,” said Luo Feng, fully armed in camouflage battle armor, military pants, combat boots, and a Moyun Battle Armor underneath. “Yes, sir.” The three uniformed men bowed respectfully and followed Luo Feng into the cabin. The hatch closed, and the spaceship slowly ascended. “Farewell, Your Highness!” Domain Lord Aoduo and a group of guards all bowed. Swish! The spaceship vanished into the distant void in moments. ... “Universe traversal complete. We are now beginning dark universe travel. Your Highness Luo Feng, it will take approximately 6 hours to reach the Demonic Mountain from here.” The black-uniformed man, whose sleeve bore silver threads, smiled slightly. “Understood,” Luo Feng nodded. “By the way, are you specifically assigned to transport people to the Demonic Mountain?” Luo Feng suddenly asked. The black-uniformed man smiled and bowed slightly: “Yes, all Universe-level members within the Taichu Secret Realm who are heading to the Demonic Mountain are picked up by me.” “What's the death rate like?” Luo Feng inquired. “I don't know.” The black-uniformed man chuckled, “Although I pick them up, when survivors return, they are sent back by personnel stationed at the Virtual Universe Company's outpost on the Demonic Mountain. So, I don't know how many have died. However, my colleagues say the death rate is quite high.” “Oh,” Luo Feng nodded slightly. “However, I can tell Your Highness Luo Feng that recently, including yourself, a total of three people have gone to the Demonic Mountain,” the black-uniformed man said. “Three people?” Luo Feng raised an eyebrow. “One is a Primal Secret Realm member, one is an Apocalypse Secret Realm member, and the third is Your Highness Luo Feng. However, they have already entered the Demonic Mountain,” the black-uniformed man smiled. “My colleagues were responsible for picking them up.” Luo Feng nodded. A Universe-level Primal Secret Realm member? The three elders plus Bolan and Longyun, a total of five. These five could potentially be his opponents in the qualification battles, so he had previously reviewed their detailed information. “I wonder who it is. Is it Bolan? Or Longyun, or one of the three elders?” With that, Luo Feng returned to his resting cabin. ... Approximately six hours later, the spaceship performed another universe traversal, returning to the original universe. “Look!” “That's the Demonic Mountain ahead.” In the control room, the black-uniformed man pointed forward. The external view allowed Luo Feng to clearly see a colossal black mountain in the distant void, shrouded in faint green and white mist. This mountain was incredibly majestic even in the void, clearly enormous. In the distance around this majestic mountain, ancient planets could be faintly seen. From Luo Feng's angle, he could only see five ancient planets. “The Demonic Mountain is 180 million kilometers tall, with its widest point at the base being about 320 million kilometers,” the black-uniformed man said, pointing at the majestic mountain in the void. “'Demonic Mountain' is what we in the Virtual Universe Company call it. The natives of those nine ancient planets, however, refer to the Demonic Mountain as 'Sacred Land,' 'Forbidden Land,' 'Inheritance Forbidden Land,' and so on. Large numbers of native powerhouses frequently flock to the Demonic Mountain. In terms of sheer numbers, the Virtual Universe Company members entering the Demonic Mountain are actually less than one ten-thousandth of the natives who enter.”