Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2703

1216: Fatal Mistake

Number 9527 had greeted countless people over the years. Many from the cultivation world, seeing these things for the first time, couldn’t help but inquire, even the most composed. But this person seemed unconcerned. This contradicted previous intelligence.

Was he faking it all? Was some faction sending him to infiltrate our ranks?

The thought made him wary.

Sensing the other person tensing, as if ready to attack, Zuan hurriedly explained, “I stumbled upon a secret realm a while ago. It happened to be a technological civilization, so I’ve seen these automatic doors and elevators.”

Of course, he couldn’t talk about his time travel, but fortunately, secret realms existed.

Number 9527 breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s truly a Singularity World, connecting to so many secret realms. Ordinary worlds only have so few.”

Zuan’s mind raced. Secret realms were so rare! It seemed the cultivation world truly held secrets.

Fearing that the other party would continue to ask questions, he quickly changed the subject: “By the way, how many other guests are on the ship this time?”

“Besides you, there are four other guests. You will meet them soon. You will see the details yourself then.” No. 9527 pointed to the side and introduced to him, “This is the training room. It can provide rich vitality, spiritual energy, fighting spirit or magical elements and so on according to the guests’ cultivation system. Your cultivation speed here is equivalent to several times that of your own world.”

“In addition to self-cultivation, you can also set the battle mode in it. The system can randomly or you can customize the battlefield, enemy and other information yourself, and enjoy the same hearty battle as the real scene, without worrying about death.”

“So magical?” Zuan was a little surprised. You know, any one of these functions would definitely be a divine artifact or a top secret realm in the world of cultivation. As a result, there was only an ordinary training room on this spaceship. You can imagine how powerful the Universal Chamber of Commerce is.

“After all, the journey is long. Since our guests are aboard our ship, we naturally want to provide them with the utmost convenience. Many of our guests are extremely self-disciplined and constantly striving to become stronger. Forcing them to waste time sitting idle is simply a death sentence. Furthermore, letting them expend their energy in the training room will prevent them from causing trouble on board.” Number 9527 smiled slightly. “You can come and try it out when you have time. Don’t worry, all the amenities, food, and so on on board are free. Dreamland has already paid for those of you who hold an invitation.”

Zuan nodded slightly, thinking that he really needed to try it out if he had the chance. His previous training in the cultivation world had made it difficult for him to improve. This training room would allow him to learn about the various common abilities and attacks in the universe.

“Of course, besides the training room, there are also beaches, hot springs, swimming pools, and so on. If guests get tired, they can relax there,” Number 9527 explained, pointing out the various facilities.

Zuan was secretly shocked. To have so many distracting entertainment facilities on a spaceship where every inch of space is valuable, this Universal Chamber of Commerce was truly arrogant.

At this time, No. 9527 suddenly lowered his voice and smiled rather ambiguously: “If the guests want to play something else, you can try the SPA massage room. The maids in it are all carefully selected beautiful girls. They have all kinds of styles. There is nothing we can’t do, only what the guests can’t think of. Of course, this will be charged extra.”

Zuan: “…”

He couldn’t help but asked curiously: “Do you have to prepare so many maids on each spaceship to be on standby at all times?” He

had just come along the way and although he had seen some female staff, it was obviously not as complete as he said.

Number 9527 laughed. “Of course, we don’t have so many maids on every ship. Usually, guests select a maid from a roster, and we summon her via teleportation. You seem quite interested. I’ll give you a scroll later. Click on it to see a 3D holographic image of each maid. They’re absolutely genuine, no photo manipulation.”

Zuan gave an awkward smile. “Forget it. I’m a bit tired today.” He

was kidding. He had a bunch of close friends back home, so he didn’t have the mood to flirt with women here.

Number 9527 wasn’t surprised. “That’s right. You’ve just started your journey, and your mind is probably on more important things right now. But if you get lonely along the way, feel free to let me know.”

Zuan smiled awkwardly, but didn’t respond.

“This is the dining room. In front is the bar. Passengers on board often go there to drink, socialize, and admire the starry sky.” As he spoke, Number 9527 led Zuan through a large door and into a beautifully decorated bar.

Without the colorful lights, the bar was elegant and quiet. The seats were few and far between, allowing for ample privacy.

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the bar, offering a clear view of the outside world.

But right now, Zaun was too distracted by the view to focus on the few patrons inside.

Near the door sat a strange young man, his skin seemingly transparent and mouthless.

But even more striking were his eyes: pure black, pupilless.

Or perhaps, countless pupils, because upon closer inspection, they resembled a starry sky, dotted with tiny, sparkling dots, each a star.

Despite his youthful appearance, his hair was thinning, with a Mediterranean-style cut.

Even the outer strands seemed poised to blow away in the wind.

Zaun wondered if this guy was a programmer.

By the window to the left sat an elderly woman wrapped in tattered, thick clothing. At one glance, Zaun felt a surge of anxiety. He had never seen such an ugly woman.

Ugliness wouldn’t be a problem, but her face was covered in a myriad of tumors, enough to send even those with trypophobia into a state of collapse at the mere sight of them.

He quickly averted his gaze, noticing an elderly man sitting in the innermost area.

His face, adorned with several hideous scars, was equally unsightly, but the contrast with the old woman made his features appear more refined.

He seemed to have some disability in his legs, confined to a wheelchair.

But Zuan dared not underestimate him, for he was blazing with transparent flames, and his overwhelming pressure could be felt from dozens of meters away.

“%￥@*!#￥【、】+1…!” the elderly man snorted coldly and turned away.

The wheelchair seemed to merge with his body, and he rolled out of the bar without even attempting to steer it.

Zuan was bewildered, realizing he had no idea what he was saying.

He glanced at number 9527 with confusion, who looked a little embarrassed, as if his words had been rather unpleasant.

At this moment, a sentence sounded in Zuan’s mind: “He just said, ‘I thought the master of the singularity world was so great, but I didn’t expect him to be such a weakling.'”

Zuan: “…”

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice and realized that the person who spoke was the young man with transparent Mediterranean skin.

But he clearly doesn’t have a mouth!

As if sensing his confusion, the transparent Mediterranean youth added, “I communicate with you through mental vibrations.”

He then shook his head and turned to survey the scenery outside, seemingly losing interest in him.

The old woman with the wart-covered face also let out a strange laugh, then staggered away from her seat, leaning on her cane.

Zaun suddenly realized he had made a fatal mistake. Even within a single world, there were countless languages and dialects, and the universe possessed countless languages. He had actually overlooked the issue of language. The danger level of his subsequent journey to the Dreamland would likely increase exponentially!