Blurred and half-conscious, Zhang Yuanqing felt something soft and full pressing down on his body, making it hard to breathe. When he opened his eyes, he saw a round, refined face and a teasing smile. Aunt Jiang hummed discontentedly: “Stupid boy! You dare leave me waiting—you’ve literally sat yourself right into the floor!” She settled herself onto him like a duck, leaning forward and sitting down hard with her back. Zhang Yuanqing was crushed, gasping as he nearly lost his breath; in frustration, he straightened up, flipping her over. Amid Aunt Jiang’s startled cries, he noticed that outside the window, dusk had settled—unaware of how long he’d been asleep, drifting from morning to evening. “Dinner is ready!” Aunt Jiang lay on one side of the bed, kicking Zhang Yuanqing's back with relentless, dramatic steps. “You don’t have to get all snippy—old man that I am, I truly care about the young and the elderly.” Zhang Yuanqing slid to the edge of the bed, put on his shoes, and stepped out into the hallway. The kitchen smelled rich and fragrant; Grandfather and Grandmother sat at the dining table eating their meals. Grandfather had silvery hair, tall and slender, with a serious expression that never wavered. “How is your match this time?” Grandmother asked, showing genuine interest. “It’s quite good—salary of one million yuan, executive position—perfect!” Aunt Jiang nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice. “You keep saying that every time,” Grandma said, tapping her daughter firmly on the head, “just think how old you are now.” “Yes, yes… Meanwhile, Zhang Yuanqing watched from the side with a sense of quiet amusement, then felt his lower leg kicked hard by Jiang Yubi. The two began kicking each other under the table, making the dining table clatter continuously. “Don’t eat and I’ll send you back to your room!” Grandmother shouted; immediately, both Zhang Yuanqing and Aunt Jiang lowered their heads and began eating. “Grandmother,” Zhang Yuanqing asked, “when will Uncle Bing return?” The family of his uncle lived across the street—recently, his aunt-in-law, from a wealthy background, and her restless husband had gone on an overseas trip. During this period, Uncle Bing had been dining at their home every evening. “He said he’d work late tonight and wouldn’t come back until after dinner,” Grandma explained. “He’s like a different person when it comes to work—so committed that he doesn’t even pay attention to his own family.” “Working late…” Zhang Yuanqing sighed, feeling slightly let down. After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yubi returned to their rooms, leaving Grandmother to tidy up. … Back in his room, Zhang Yuanqing locked the door and picked up his Smartphone to call Uncle Bing. Since he couldn’t meet face-to-face, a phone call was the next best thing. Even over the phone, things never seemed as clear as they did when speaking in person. The phone connected quickly—but instead of voice, only bird-like sounds indicated that it had been turned off. “Is there a meeting?” Zhang Yuanqing hung up, somewhat resigned. As the head of the security team, Uncle Bing was always busy—his schedule and habits irregular. Such instances of being unreachable were common. He’d grown used to them. Lying on his bed, Zhang Yuanqing stared at the ceiling, allowing his thoughts to drift freely… Suppose Bing Brother’s disappearance wasn’t accidental—someone had deliberately set it up, with a target on the Black Card. Then he must be cautious. The most reliable course of action would be to hand over the Black Card to Uncle Bing and let him report it upward. With Songhai City’s administrative level, influence from Jiangnan Province was still limited. But the problem now—where had the Black Card gone? That was the most troubling part… Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his temples, feeling increasingly perplexed. A card that simply vanished in mid-air—that itself felt eerie. Without it, he couldn’t proceed with any official submission to the government. For now, he would just have to be honest with Uncle Bing and let him relay the information upward—he was only a regular college student after all. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing felt a dull ache on his forehead—slightly warm, and when he touched it, the sensation grew stronger. Huh? Both painful and warm… what’s going on now? He blinked, then walked to the mirror standing by the window, gazing at himself in its reflection. In the mirror, he saw a young man’s face—clear features, fair complexion—lacking the resilience forged through life's challenges or the maturity that comes with time. Instead, his youthful energy radiated brightly and vibrantly. At the center of his forehead, there was an unmistakable black circular mark—a moon-shaped imprint, vividly rendered, with irregular patches clearly visible on its surface. Below it, a bar-like feature pulsed steadily: 90%. What? Zhang Yuanqing stepped back in astonishment—pressed hard against his forehead, but the mark remained as if tattooed. How could there be such a thing on my forehead? When did this appear? His mind raced with confusion and anxiety. “Wait! Isn’t that very much like the black moon motif on the Black Card?” He paused, then suddenly understood. The Black Card wasn’t lost—it had entered his body in some way he didn’t comprehend, now manifesting as a mark on his forehead. Still puzzled, he noticed the progress bar beneath the black moon had increased to 92%, and the numbers fluctuated with it—his forehead warmed up in turn. What was this? A supernatural phenomenon? High-tech innovation? A hallucination? At that moment, the content of the letter came back into focus: This is a gift that can change one’s life… “Indeed, the Black Card is truly valuable—so my initial assumption is correct. Someone has been watching for it. Bing Brother didn’t want anyone else to succeed in obtaining it, so he entrusted it to me—and that's why he disappeared.” Zhang Yuanqing worried about Bing Brother while quietly hoping for the best, watching the progress bar intently. What would happen when the progress bar reached 100%? With firsthand witness of such wonders, his curiosity grew. After several more sharp pains, the black moon’s progress bar finally completed its journey—reaching exactly 100%. At that instant, a voice without emotion or inflection resonated in his ears: 【Character Card initialization complete…】 【Name: Pending naming (please name immediately)】 【Race: Human】 【Occupation: Night Wandering Deity】 【Level: 0】 【Skills: None】 【Experience: 0%】 【Moral Value: 60 (initial value)】 A note beneath the moral value read: 【Do not allow your Moral Value to drop below 60—previously, you may have had little choice. Now, please strive to be a good person.】 Staring at the glowing blue attribute panel that appeared before him, Zhang Yuanqing was completely stunned. What on earth was this? He hesitated and asked tentatively: “A system?” As someone well-versed in online activities, familiarity with digital technology was essential. The same calm voice echoed once again: 【Please name the character immediately!】 The static attribute panel hung suspended mid-air—now a blue-handwritten input box appeared. Not a system at all—if it were truly intelligent, why couldn’t it communicate? With a cautious, step-by-step approach, Zhang Yuanqing reached out with his finger and wrote down his own name: Zhang Yuanqing. 【Warning: Do not use your actual name!】 Why not use his real name? Zhang Yuanqing blinked—then wrote another name: Yuan Shi Tian Zun. 【Naming successful! In ten seconds, the Spirit Realm will be activated. Welcome, Yuan Shi Tian Zun—may you have a blessed journey!】 Hearing this voice, Zhang Yuanqing felt momentarily stunned. What exactly did it mean—to activate the Spirit Realm? Shouldn’t it explain what that even was first? Before he had time to regain composure, the ten-second countdown finished. 【Ding! The Spirit Realm map has been fully loaded—welcome to “Night Wandering Deity – She Ling Tunnel,” Registration Number: 0079.】 【Difficulty Level: S】 【Type: Single-player (Death-based)】 【Main Mission One: Survive for three hours.】 【Main Mission Two: Explore the 0079 Spirit Realm, Current Exploration Level: 0%】 【Note: Non-Spirit Realm items cannot be brought in.] 【Introduction to No. 0079 Spirit Realm: Do you know one of Songhai City’s ten famous folk tales—the She Ling Tunnel?】 【Constructed at the end of the twentieth century, during tunnel construction, a team of workers entered the tunnel under rainy nights and vanished—never to reappear.】 【The city’s Security Bureau organized search teams over several days and eventually found one worker who had participated in that night's digging among the mountains. The others never showed up again.】 【That survivor survived—but was deeply affected, becoming mentally unstable—frantic and unpredictable. No matter how many questions the officers asked, he kept repeating just one phrase:】 【Do not enter the temple. Do not enter the temple.】 The voice gradually softened, fading into silence; the scene before him began to distort, as if a lake surface were rippling with folds. Then, slowly, the image stabilized—golden-hued lighting illuminated the uneven walls, and beneath his feet lay a stone-paved path. “What is this place?” Zhang Yuanqing stared in astonishment, realizing he now stood inside an old tunnel—its arched ceiling housing vintage xenon lamps that cast a faint orange glow.