Chapter 13: In This World, the Impossible Exists—Such a Game

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Blue Star, Huxin City.
The sun had just risen, casting morning light over the towering skyscraper exceeding a hundred floors. Before the building, over ten thousand people swarmed like busy ants, converging from all directions.
All of them wore matching blue and white sportswear, most appearing under twenty-five, their faces radiating confidence and a hint of superiority. Even the passing office workers and morning exercisers glanced at these young people with envy.
Tianwei!
One of the five major guilds in the pilgrimage virtual martial arts game, and the pride of Huxin City.
At the top floor of the Tianwei Building, inside a resplendent golden conference room, sat a massive round table over ten meters in diameter. Sixteen chairs, each crafted from different weapons, were arranged around it, exuding solemnity and commanding respect from newcomers.
“Please, take your seats,” said a middle-aged man with white hair seated at the center, speaking casually. “The content of today’s meeting, Qingwei should have already sent to everyone. I assume you’ve all reviewed it. Now, let’s proceed with the vote.”
“Which one of these four new games should Tianwei fully invest in? One vote per person.”
As the white-haired man spoke, the fifteen others exchanged glances. Among them was a resolute man over two meters tall, dressed in the tight-fitting blue and white sportswear. He propped his chin with one hand and tapped the table with the other, then suddenly fixed his gaze on the spirited woman seated opposite him.
“Chairman, I have no objections to the other three new games, but what on earth is this ‘High Martial Arrival’?”
“As the vice-chairman who recommended it, Luo Wuzhang, your summary is a bit ridiculous. What does ‘this game will explode’ even mean? And what nonsense is this ‘100% virtual realism’? Are you trying to insult me, Zhao Hu, as if I never went to school?”
The burly man’s words drew the attention of everyone in the room to Luo Wuzhang, especially the white-haired chairman who looked at her with some puzzlement.
“Wuzhang, your report is indeed too brief. You didn’t even provide basic video materials, just some exaggerated claims about explosions and sweeping the entire virtual gaming industry. It makes it difficult for others to make a judgment.”
“The chairman is right. Wuzhang, you’ve been vice-chairman for over a year now, but your reports are always so simplistic—either ‘awesome’ or ‘amazing.’ This time it’s ‘explosive.’ Can we have something more subtle and direct?”
“Exactly, Wuzhang, as a key core member of the guild, you should set an example for others.”
“Very well, then I’ll explain in detail.”
Luo Wuzhang sighed in resignation at their questioning and gathered her thoughts.
“If I were to describe High Martial Arrival, it would be… a fortress!”
“...”
“To borrow the words of a player inside the game, every frame is a work of art. The physics engine for digging is incredibly realistic, and the body control feels perfect—there’s simply no comparison to Pilgrimage. Especially the combat system, it’s unprecedented. Each move delivers such impact that even from hundreds of meters away, I can feel it clearly. The battles feel just like real fights. Saying it has ‘100% virtual realism’ is not an exaggeration.”

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“Very well! We understand.”
The white-haired man saw that Luo Wuzhang was still searching for more adjectives but realized it was too much to ask.
“Based on Wuzhang’s description, High Martial Arrival has great potential. Its virtual realism should far exceed Pilgrimage,” the chairman summarized. “However, we currently know too little about this game. Everyone here is aware of Pilgrimage’s decline and the growing player loss. We must be prudent.”
“I propose we temporarily suspend the vote and include High Martial Arrival in our evaluation. Like the other three new games, we should establish a dedicated department for a thorough investigation.”
“Since Vice-Chairman Wuzhang recommended High Martial Arrival, she should also manage this new department. At the next general meeting, we’ll review all four games.”
Everyone nodded in agreement. Pilgrimage was waning, and players were leaving in droves. Tianwei needed to prepare early, but decisions couldn’t be made lightly.
With a new option on the table, a detailed investigation was necessary before a final decision.
“Chairman, I have a concern!” The over-two-meter-tall Zhao Hu stood up abruptly. “I’ve always been the main person exploring new game markets. This 100% virtual realism game, High Martial Arrival, I’ve never even heard of it before. It’s all Vice-Chairman Luo’s solo recommendation.”
“Tianwei has already invested heavily in manpower and funds into the three new games. If we establish another department, it might jeopardize the progress on those three.”
“That’s true,” the white-haired youth fell silent, then looked at Zhao Hu. “What’s your suggestion?”
Though Tianwei was a giant, Pilgrimage was no longer what it once was. To maintain its standing, Tianwei must secure a foothold before a new masterpiece emerged, hence the heavy investment in the three new games.
Today’s vote was supposed to decide among those three, but Luo Wuzhang’s sudden strong endorsement of High Martial Arrival, claiming 100% virtual realism, forced the chairman to reconsider carefully.
“A 100% virtual realism game cannot possibly exist in this world. I don’t recommend spending extensive manpower and resources to form a new department for this investigation,” Zhao Hu said disdainfully, glaring at Luo Wuzhang sitting beside him. “Since the vice-chairman is already involved, I’ll join as well. With our combined strength, I believe we’ll perform well in High Martial Arrival.”
“Of course, this all depends on whether, as Vice-Chairman Luo claims, it can truly replace Pilgrimage and achieve 100% virtual realism.”
“Wuzhang, what’s your opinion?” The white-haired man did not immediately agree but turned to Luo Wuzhang. “You proposed this game and have played it. What do you think?”
“Me?” Luo Wuzhang lowered her head to think before replying, “My suggestion is to fully invest in High Martial Arrival now. That way, we have a chance to secure an advantage before other guilds.”
“Ha ha ha, Vice-Chairman Luo, do you think the two of us can’t hold our ground in High Martial Arrival?” Zhao Hu laughed out loud.
Tianwei boasted sixteen saints in Pilgrimage. Luo Wuzhang became a Sword Saint in the last two years, while Zhao Hu had been a saint for three years.
Before the fist arrives, the soul is broken!
The Iron Fist Invincible, Zhao Tianhu!
In terms of personal strength within Pilgrimage, Zhao Hu ranks higher than Luo Wuzhang. If High Martial Arrival is truly a combat game, unless other guilds send their saints, these two saints would easily dominate.
“That’s not it,” Luo Wuzhang shook her head seriously. “It’s just that the game is very difficult to enter. Testing is about to begin, and only those who pass the trials can enter. Without investing many experts, it will be hard for us to get in.”
“Very difficult, huh?” Zhao Hu chuckled. “How difficult can it be? Tonight, we’ll see inside High Martial Arrival.”

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High Martial World, Obsidian Martial Hall.
“The entry screening settings for this game are really troublesome,” Lin Qi frowned as he examined the testing difficulty and permissions in the system. “Since we can’t enter based on player potential rankings or set age limits, we can only select an opponent, and it must be someone I’ve touched before. How is this even possible?”
The strongest person Lin Qi had ever touched was probably Luo Qi. Having Luo Qi test candidates would be terrifying.
Sitting at his desk, Lin Qi glanced at Fang Zhen, who had just emerged from the warehouse cave. After last night’s battle, Fang Zhen seemed even more motivated to dig.
Having died three times overnight, his physical condition had surprisingly improved. His strength increased by 1.6 kilograms, speed by 0.1 meters per second, reaching 79 kilograms of strength and 7.5 meters per second speed, edging closer to becoming a quasi-apprentice.
“Master, I want to rent the wooden plank bed for a day,” Fang Zhen said excitedly despite his fatigue.
After spending the entire night working—and perhaps due to his improved condition—he managed to cultivate a 12-square-meter planting area, earning 12 points. After deducting the rental fee, he gained 10 points, four more than yesterday.
“Alright, go ahead,” Lin Qi nodded and deducted two points from Fang Zhen’s score. Fang Zhen happily went to sleep on the wooden plank bed.
“That’s right! Isn’t there a good opponent?” Lin Qi suddenly remembered Qin Mu, who had touched him last night.
Touching is mutual; Qin Mu touched him, so it counts as him having touched Qin Mu as well. That made sense.
Excited, Lin Qi opened the system window and began selecting the test opponent.