Chang He's Basic Creations, Basic Creations bought online, Basic Creations she had made herself, and various Divine Stones given by the Explorers.
She placed the diary under her pillow.
As for the wooden box she had never been able to open, she put it back in the suitcase. Even though it was wooden, even Creations couldn't cut it open.
The bedroom was equipped with a login capsule provided by the training institute.
Compared to a login helmet, the capsule allowed for longer use. As long as enough nutrient fluid was poured in, one could stay inside for up to two days and one night.
But few people actually did that.
Chu Ran connected her Light Brain to the capsule, lay down, closed her eyes, and entered the rest area again.
Chu Ran looked at herself in the mirror. Phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, sharp lines, tall figure, cool temperament—her appearance was highly aggressive, very similar to her former self.
She hesitated for a moment, then enlarged her eyes, lowered her eye corners, shortened her mouth, cinched her waist, and shortened her originally proportionally excellent legs, instantly becoming a soft, cute bunny.
Chu Ran looked at her virtual appearance with satisfaction. "It would be even better with a student uniform."
She liked to soften the aggression in her appearance, so that even when her words were sharp and full of profanity, her tear-filled eyes would still make the mob soften.
After adjusting her appearance, Chu Ran opened the official Spiritist Tournament webpage, which had a link to the simulation battlefield below.
She clicked it.
A pop-up instantly appeared: "Spend 500 carats to obtain one basic trial qualification?"
...
??
Chu Ran's mouth twitched.
Which genius came up with this compensation measure?
The free qualifiers turned into a high-cost event.
While skimming off the free riders, the Spiritist Association's wallet probably got fatter too.
Wait...
Thinking back to the staggering total reconstruction cost she had accidentally overheard earlier,
Chu Ran instantly understood the cause and effect.
She gritted her teeth and clicked the confirm button.
In an instant, the surroundings changed.
When it stabilized again, she was in a black mine shaft.
Rustling sounds—a considerable number of Zerg Beasts were rapidly crawling over from not far away.
Chu Ran held a black long staff in her hand. Hm, not a Special Artifact.
The price had skyrocketed, and so had the difficulty.
Chu Ran sidestepped the corrosive mucus attack from a White Worm. She infused her Spiritual Power into the black staff, and using the amplified impact, drove it straight into the White Worm's brain.
Before it could regenerate, she directly enlarged the staff and, like pounding sticky rice cakes, smashed it into a pulp with quick, fierce strikes.
This was a lesson learned from previous bug-killing.
If her hand speed wasn't fast enough, the White Worm would split into several, faster than her own cloning speed.
Then Chu Ran blocked forward with her staff. A screech—the sound of sharp limbs scraping across the staff's surface. Chu Ran ducked behind a protruding rock wall. When the Eight-Legged Spider poked its head out, she kicked its limb while the black staff glowed gold, piercing the spider's abdomen in one shot.
Golden light scattered as the Eight-Legged Spider exploded.
The mine shaft had limited space. Chu Ran dodged left and right but couldn't fully avoid the splattering flesh and blood. Even though it was a phantom, the sticky feel made her face pale.
The ones that followed were all familiar faces.
During the Zerg invasion, she had killed them hundreds, or at least dozens, of times. She knew their weaknesses like the back of her hand.
The only limitation was the mine environment.
In both her lives, Chu Ran had never been down a mine shaft.
Once, when her staff smashed a rock wall, a piece of gravel bounced onto her head.
The bruises on Chu Ran's arms were mostly self-inflicted.
Meanwhile, her combat process was being played in the Spiritist First Conference Room.
Edwood sat at the far end of the table, his black cloak covering his entire face, hiding the bruises completely.
On both sides sat the sparse high-ranking members.
After the Central Star inspection team's investigation, most of them had been sent to prison for a comfortable life. Either they had financial dealings with the former Vice President of the Spiritist Association, or they'd shirked during the Zerg invasion.
Edwood had been beaten by the inspection team leader.
His subordinates were almost all corrupted, and the president had been completely unaware—a waste.
Edwood sat in the conference room, lifeless.
"There are still many shortcomings in the combat," a certain high-ranking member cautiously commented. "I think it's too early to recruit her into the Spiritist Association now."
"Take a break. Is this the time for you to be picky?"
"Right now, we want to invite her to be an honorary high-ranking member to salvage the Seventh Sub-Star Spiritist Association's crumbling reputation!" the person opposite him exploded.