Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Wu Chang asked, "Including getting this matter on the Bright Lamp Report?"

Julie felt a headache coming. If it were a mainstream newspaper, they would be very cautious about the reporting scale and wouldn’t cause much commotion.

But the Bright Lamp Report was different. Whether it was the editor-in-chief or the management, they were very aggressive with reports. Once something was reported, the outcome could be hard to manage.

After a moment of silence, she still replied, "Her Majesty the Queen didn’t specifically say no, so it’s allowed. You are the leader of the Secret Magic Knight Order, you decide."

Wu Chang gave Julie a knightly salute, "Thank you, then we shall take our leave."

Another foggy day, just like the fog of past days, the pervasive fog indicated that the Dungeon Plane has been further eroded by the Power of Root.

Just looking at the fog outside the house made the players feel ominous as if something big was about to happen.

Unless necessary, no player wanted to go out tonight.

Unfortunately, the Jack of All Trades had to go out, to deliver the news of Sloan’s death to his employer.

He couldn’t help but sigh. Ever since entering the dungeon, nothing seemed to go smoothly for him.

As one of the top 100 players in the power rankings, normally in the Desolate Realm, he could be considered a significant figure. He shouldn’t be scraping by like this.

But sometimes when a person is unlucky, even drinking cold water can cause a toothache.

He was an all-rounder player, and his hidden class as a Jack of All Trades allowed him to adapt his skill set and mutations according to the situation, forming an entirely new skill.

This gave him strong survivability, facing any crisis he would never be clueless.

But the comprehensiveness of a Jack of All Trades also meant he wasn’t specialized in any given Domain.

For instance, when facing players weaker in power than him, he could often easily overpower them, mowing through like grass.

But when encountering players with similar strength or even slightly more powerful, he would be overwhelmed, leaving him at a disadvantage when competing for the Extraordinary gathering invitation.

To harness his strength to crush the weak, he had been conserving his Power, waiting to fish in troubled waters during the final scramble for invitations and to grab those last one or two.

Unfortunately, he ended up with the Phantom.

Before he could make a move, he was knocked out by a punch from the Phantom and painfully lost his final chance.

As he left Saint George Plaza, he met a member of the House of Commons waiting nearby, asking if he was interested in being the other’s security advisor.

Seeing the prompt "President of the Industrialist Association invites you," he thought his luck had turned, and he finally welcomed good fortune.

After all, anyone with eyes could see that the core of the Steam Phantom Plane was industry; joining the Industrialist Association, wouldn’t that make him take off?

However, upon actually joining and helping with a few things, he discovered that behind this so-called Industrialist Association stood none other than the Peace Church.

He had already boarded the pirate ship, and getting off wouldn’t be easy.

Since he didn’t originate from any of the Four Major Organizations, he wasn’t so averse to the Peace Church, and the Secret Ceremony Master gave him plenty of promises, so he prepared to fully join the Peace Church.

The first task he received was to monitor Sloan and ensure the operation of the Soul Weaving Machine.

Any problems at the Sloan Textile Factory had to be reported to the Secret Ceremony Master at once.

But he was momentarily distracted, studying how to deal with the Steam Phantom mutated Skills, and when he snapped back, Sloan Textile Factory was surrounded by Secret Police, Sloan himself was cremated directly, and the Soul Weaving Machine was taken by the Secret Police.

When the Jack of All Trades realized all of this, it felt as if the sky was falling.

He wanted to use Skills to relay information to the Secret Ceremony Master but found that once his Skills entered the fog, they immediately lost connection. Helplessly, he had to find the Secret Ceremony Master in person.

Going now to find the Secret Ceremony Master, he could still explain that the other side was too fast, and he didn’t have time to react.

If he waited until the fog lessened tomorrow morning, the Secret Ceremony Master would likely suspect him of being a traitor who had led those Secret Police, and by then, no explanation would suffice.

Other players going into the fog would worry about dangerous encounters, but not him; the heavier the fog, the more he could test his mutated abilities.

His body—blood and flesh hardened, became angular, the skin shone with a metallic gloss, turning into a humanoid robot.

This was the Skill he mutated from the Jack of All Trades Reincarnation Talent, "Life Reorganization·Mechanical Life."

In his chest, there was a groove where mechanical Items could be embedded. The Secret Ceremony Master had promised him that if he embedded the core of an Extraordinary Steam Engine, he could gain strength comparable to ranking players within the Steam Phantom Dungeon.

This was also the reason he was eager to complete the mutation Skill.

As a Mechanical Lifeform, not only was he unaffected by the fog, but he also felt refreshed and alert.

Walking through the fog, he vaguely heard the distant roar of a motorcycle engine.

He remembered that sound, at the final scramble for invitations, a rather average player could summon a bike whose appearance surpassed its capability.

That must be the guy passing by, it seemed that the fog’s Power of Root within the Dungeon Plane hadn’t affected him either.

However, his Skills were too flashy, easily attracting danger. Moving at this time could easily make him prey to certain things.

Just then, the distant roar of the motorcycle abruptly stopped, seemingly due to a malfunction.

The Jack of All Trades shook his head, thinking, see, trouble has arrived.

He hesitated for a moment but didn’t go to help; he remembered the other was a member of the White Tower, while his current identity was with the Peace Church.