"Report me?"

"Go ahead, do it quickly, don't hesitate for a moment! If you don't, then today your auntie will consider you added a sneaky grandson!"

The argument in the corner grew louder, quickly attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Yun You was naturally among them.

She stood on tiptoe, her gaze piercing through the crowd, looking towards the corner.

A small and solitary shop stood there, filled with electronic chips and weapon props... even a variety of hardware tools, looking like a general store.

One of the parties in the argument was a cheeky young guy.

He held a chip taken from the shop, his face flushed with anger as he argued.

The other party was the shopkeeper who called herself "Auntie."

Surprisingly, this shopkeeper was neither a street thug nor a brawny madam, but a young woman only half an inch taller than Yun You.

She wore a loose black robe, covering her head and figure, but Yun You could still use the white light from the Ethereal World to faintly see her face.

"Hmm..."

How should I describe it; this girl looked rather peculiar.

Not that she's ugly, but her appearance is too beautiful, almost exaggerated and unrealistic.

She had lustrous gray-white hair, irregularly draped over her shoulders, and her gem-like purple eyes had "X" shaped pupils with four white stars adorning her irises.

She sat casually, barefoot, her slender legs swinging under her skirt, her fair and plump feet resting on the ground.

"Wow, skilled in face manipulation!"

That was Yun You's first thought.

Indeed, she didn't believe this was the shopkeeper's real face.

Considering this girl's fiery temper, which was completely at odds with her cute and gentle appearance.

Hence, Yun You was sure the shopkeeper was definitely a "face sculptor," using the Ethernet's modeling system to fashion herself an exquisite appearance.

In the virtual world, almost everything can be faked, and appearance is no exception.

So, no matter how beautiful a face is crafted, in the Ethernet, it will not invite envy from others.

"Huh? You're not afraid of being reported?"

Upon hearing this, the young guy narrowed his eyes, feeling somewhat skeptical.

To open a shop in the Ethernet, one must have a "Business License" and "Product Certification" issued by the Ethereal Network Management Council.

Without these, unauthorized trading would result in severe fines and expulsion.

Although this is not a direct rule of the Ethernet, it is firmly rooted in the virtual world's society.

Commoners, hackers, mercenaries, nobles... almost everyone must abide by it.

Except for one group—

Apprentice Death Gods.

Whether in the real world or in the Ethernet, Apprentice Death Gods have their own set of privileges.

They do whatever they wish, besides evading stronger punches, without adhering to any conventional rules.

If they want to sell something, they sell it; if they want to enter a restricted area, they do; if they want to command someone... with just a point of a finger, they can summon countless big shots in the eyes of commoners to toil for them.

Rules are made to bind the weak, and for them, are ineffective.

Thinking about this rule, combined with the shopkeeper's fearless tone and rare black robe... the young man had a likely answer.

This sharp-tongued white-haired girl was probably an Apprentice Death God.

And coincidentally, the young man himself was also an Apprentice Death God, so naturally, he wasn't afraid.

"Hey! King bro!"

At this moment, someone in the crowd seemed to recognize the young guy and laughed while cheering him on: "Why are you arguing again? And it looks like you're losing this time..."

"Come on, King bro, you're our mercenary team's leader, don't let us lose face."

The crowd's instigation caused laughter, and the young guy flushed, unconsciously clenching his fists.

Many Apprentice Death Gods were former heirs of upper-class nobles; they treasured their reputation more than anything, and the young guy was no exception.

If he backed down now, the young fellow might never hold his head high for the rest of his life.

So, he took two heavy breaths and dropped the chip, grabbing the shopkeeper's hand, coldly saying, "This isn't the end."

"Didn't you call me your grandson? Let's go! To the Duel Arena, turn the pain simulation up to 120%, and have a practice match there..."

"Let's see if your skills are as tough as your mouth!"

Then he exerted force, his veins bulging on the back of his hand, and a Death God's Emblem appeared on his forehead.

Flowers, books, scythes...

But different from the Death God's Emblem Yun You saw on Mad Spirit's head earlier, the young man's emblem contained a rampant wolf-dog totem, roaring as the emblem manifested.

"Mad Dog Sequence again?!"

Like most onlookers present, Yun You recognized the emblem type.

According to Old Jin's later message, the best way to judge an Apprentice Death God's sequence is by observing their Death God's Emblem.

The emblem, although not large, hides a wealth of information within its pattern, like a Nest City resident ID number.

If observed accurately, it can reveal an Apprentice Death God's sequence, level, age, gender, savings, even their birthdate... quite convenient indeed.

However, Yun You could only discern the sequence for now.

The Mad Dog Sequence emphasizes endurance and physical prowess.

The young man lifted the shopkeeper's collar, attempting to drag her out along with her chair.

But at the moment he raised his hand... he suddenly felt an eerie "heaviness."

The shopkeeper girl appeared slender, weighing at most no more than 50 kilograms.

Logically, this kind of weight, to an Apprentice Death God with a manifesting sequence emblem, should weigh like a feather, and they should be able to lift her easily.

However, the young man felt as if he was holding a giant stone, unable to make the shopkeeper budge no matter how much effort he used...

"This is bad!"

He immediately sensed something was off, instinctively prepared to release and flee, but how could the girl in front give him this chance?

"Forget the Duel Arena! If you want to fight, fight here!"

"Die!"

With that, the white-haired girl swung out her "frail" fist.

And then...

"Bang——!"

The young man's head was directly smashed open by the wind pressure from her punch...

Stunned, he reached out his other hand to touch his head, but found nothing there.

Thud~

A moment later, his consciousness was completely stripped from the Ethernet, his body turned into an electronic shadow, scattering like light sands in the wind.

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