Listening Day

Ash opened his eyes to find that he had traveled to a strange nation of many races, and people were kneeling before him.
Before he had time to adapt to the new identity of the Terminus Observer, he was put to jail – as a cult leader.
In prison, controlled by a high-tech chip, he was unable to use violence. He also lost all his memories due to the time warp.
How could he escape from the prison full of ogres, green-skinned beasts, sorcerers, and elves in this strange nation? And how could he survive the legendary Blood Moon Judgment?
"Ding! You obtained a game system – Mage Manual! It includes an illusory world map, which can predict risks and gains, helping you find advantages and trouble, and greatly improve exploration efficiency!"
"Ding! You obtained Deadly Berserker Sword Maiden! You can share all skills and upgrade together with her!"
"Ding! You encountered an Illusory Vortex! Go straight through the heartland of the Illusory Realm and harvest a lot of experience to create the Silver Wing!"
...
Is this the legendary system? It not only gives me free skills, but also a skillful fighter?
Ash discovered that even though he was in the Otherworld, he could dominate his own destiny with the system, and even...dominate the entire Otherworld!

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"Honestly, I'm the type that can't pee when someone's watching. Could you guys turn around?"


"Is that so?" Igula glanced over, a slight smirk lifting the corners of his mouth before he chuckled lightly, "That explains it."


Ash cussed under his breath as he entered a stall.


Lanna looked around with a puzzled expression, "What's so special about this restroom that it caught the Swindler's fancy?"


"This restroom is just like any other, nothing special about it," Igula wet his fingers with clean water, gently cleaning his eyes, "The special part lies in how the restroom can serve as a medium for us to deceive the chip."


"Perhaps you know, before I was incarcerated, I was an insurance Contractor—of course, I didn't just sign Contracts, selling was also part of my job; and when I sold, it wasn't just insurance I was pushing. I had various goods at my disposal. At the end of the day, it was all just work; I was just working several jobs at once."


Chapter 87: The Weak Medical Practitioners