Dazed and half-conscious, Zhang Yuanqing felt something soft and full pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He opened his eyes and saw a round, refined face, with a teasing smile. His aunt sighed and complained, "You little brat! You dared to leave me waiting? I sat down hard on you!" She settled herself like a duck on her nephew, leaning forward and pressing her hips firmly down. Zhang Yuanqing gasped, nearly gasping for air, and in frustration straightened up, flipping the woman over. Amid her startled "Oh!"s, he noticed that the sky outside had turned dark—unaware of the time, he had drifted from morning to evening. "Breakfast!" his aunt called, now lying on her side and kicking her nephew's back with a series of sharp, relentless kicks. "Don't think you're getting your revenge, okay? I'm all about respecting elders and cherishing the young—I won't hold it against you." Zhang Yuanqing slipped to the bedside, put on his shoes, and stepped out of the room. A rich fragrance filled the living room. Grandpa and Grandma sat at the dining table having their meals. Grandpa had silvery hair, slender yet tall, with a serious and reserved expression. "How about this match for you this time?" Grandma asked, full of anticipation. "It's quite good—salary of one million per year, a senior executive. I'm quite satisfied!" Xiao Ai nodded enthusiastically, her head bobbing like a chicken pecking at grain. "You always say that. Every time, you end up blocking the person." Grandma pointed her finger and gently tapped her daughter's forehead, scolding her. "Pay more attention. Think about how old you are now." "Yes, yes..." Zhang Yuanqing watched from the side, smiling with satisfaction, then was suddenly kicked hard in the leg by Jiang Yu'ei. The two began to kick each other under the table, making the dining table rattle continuously. "If you don't eat, you're going back to your room right now!" Grandma shouted, and immediately Zhang Yuanqing and Xiao Ai lowered their heads to focus on their meals. "When will Uncle return?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. The uncle's family lives directly across the street. Recently, the aunt, who comes from a wealthy background, and the uncle, known for his carefree nature, went on a trip abroad. During this time, the cousin has been having dinner here every evening. "They said they'd be working late tonight and wouldn't be coming back until later—yet he's always so dedicated to work, completely the opposite of his laid-back father," Grandma complained. "Working late," Zhang Yuanqing sighed, clearly disappointed. After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing and Jiang Yu E returned to their rooms, leaving Grandma to clean up. ... Back in her room, Zhang Yuanqing locked the door and picked up her phone to call her cousin. Since they couldn't talk face-to-face, a phone call would have to do. Even over the phone, it simply wouldn't be as clear as a face-to-face conversation. The call connected quickly, but the speaker only picked up bird sounds indicating the phone was off. "Is he in a meeting?" Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone reluctantly. As the neighborhood security officer, his cousin was always busy, with irregular routines and habits—unreliable contact was not uncommon. He had grown used to it. Lying in bed, he gazed at the ceiling, letting his thoughts drift... If Brother Bing's disappearance was intentional, and the target was the black card, then I must be cautious. The safest course would be to hand the black card over to my cousin, who would then relay the information to the higher authorities. Given the administrative level of the Songhai Municipal Public Security Bureau, the influence of Jiangnan Province's forces would be limited. Yet the problem remained—the black card simply vanished. That was the most troubling aspect. Zhang Yuanqing scratched his head, troubled. A black card that could disappear without a trace—just thinking about it was deeply unsettling. Without it, the official channels to submit it to the state would be blocked. For now, he would have to be honest with his cousin, ask him to report it upward, and then follow whatever instructions came next. After all, he was just an ordinary university student—there was little he could do. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing felt a dull ache and warmth on his forehead. He reached up to scratch it, and the pain intensified. Hmm? Both painful and warm—what on earth? He stepped off the bed, walking toward the standing dressing mirror by the window, studying his reflection. "This—this pattern isn't exactly the black moon on the card, is it?" He was momentarily stunned, then his thoughts suddenly cleared. The black card hadn't been lost—it had entered his body in a way he couldn't comprehend, transforming into a mark on his forehead. As he pondered this, he noticed the progress bar beneath the black moon mark had risen to 92%, pulsing with the word count, and his forehead grew warm. What on earth was this—some supernatural phenomenon? High-tech innovation? A hallucination? At that moment, the content of the letter returned to his mind: "This is a gift that can change one's life..." "The black card truly is a treasure, so my earlier assumption was correct—someone has been coveting it. Bing didn't want the other person to succeed, so he sent it to me, which is why he disappeared." Zhang Yuanqing was worried about Bing, yet he watched the progress bar with quiet anticipation. What would happen when the progress bar reached 100%? Having personally witnessed such wonders, he was filled with curiosity about what lay ahead. After several waves of burning pain, the progress bar at the bottom of the black moon finally completed its journey, reaching 100%. At that very moment, a voice without any emotional fluctuation or sentiment echoed in his ears: 【Character card restarted...】 【Name: To Be Named (Please name immediately)】 【Race: Human】 【Class: Night Wanderer】 【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. In the past, you may have had no choice; now, please be a good person.】 Staring at the now-appearing, glowing blue character profile panel, Zhang Yuanqing stood there, utterly puzzled, wondering what in the world this was. He cautiously asked, "The system?" As a seasoned internet navigator, being well-versed in such matters was a given. The same emotionless voice resonated once again in his ears: 【Please name the character immediately!】 The attribute panel suspended in mid-air suddenly pops up a handwritten blue frame. Not a system—one would think the intelligence level is far too low to even communicate. Holding onto a hands-on approach, Zhang Yuanqing extends his finger and writes his name: Zhang Yuanqing. [Warning: Please do not use your given name.] Can't use my given name? Zhang Yuanqing is momentarily stunned, then writes down the second name: Yuan Shi Tian Zun. [Naming successful! The spiritual realm will activate in ten seconds. Welcome, Yuan Shi Tian Zun. Wishing you all the best!] The voice echoes in his mind, and Zhang Yuanqing is momentarily puzzled—what on earth is going on? The spiritual realm? Shouldn't you explain what that is first? Before he can regain his composure, the ten-second countdown has already finished. [Ding! The spiritual realm map is now ready. Welcome to "Night-Wanderer – Shē Ling Tunnel," ID: 0079.] [Difficulty Level: S] [Type: Solo (Death-based)] [Main Objective One: Survive for three hours.] 【Main Quest 2: Explore the Spiritual Realm No. 0079, Current Exploration Level: 0%】 【Note: Non-spiritual items cannot be brought in.】 【Introduction to Spiritual Realm No. 0079: Do you know one of the Ten Strange Legends of Songhai—the Shē Ling Tunnel?】 【The Shē Ling Tunnel was constructed at the end of the 20th century. During construction, a construction team entered the tunnel on a rainy night to begin excavation, and then vanished without a trace.】 【The Public Security Bureau organized search teams for several days and eventually found one worker who had participated in the excavation that night. However, the rest of the team were nowhere to be found.】 【Although this survivor lived on, he suffered from an inexplicable psychological disturbance and became mentally unstable—wildly erratic. No matter how many questions the security officers asked, he would only repeat one phrase over and over again.】 【He said: "Do not enter the temple. Do not enter the temple."】 The voice in his ears gradually faded, becoming faint and eventually inaudible, while the scenery before him began to warp and blur, as though the landscape were rippling like a lake Soon, the scene stabilized, with warm, yellow light falling on the uneven walls, and a paved surface of fine stones beneath. "Where exactly are we?" Zhang Yuanqing gazed around in astonishment, realizing he had found himself inside an old tunnel, its arched ceiling adorned with vintage xenon lamps emitting a soft, muted orange glow.