Chapter 373: Insignificance
The shop assistant hadn't truly grasped the meaning of Yang Haoran's words, and seeing him suddenly ask such a question, surprise couldn't help but show on her face.
"Sir, how did you know my performance is the worst in our shop? If this continues, I'm afraid I'll be fired," the shop assistant said with a troubled expression.
Yang Haoran merely smiled without explaining anything. After browsing the shop for a while longer, he and Xu Meijing left Yuan's Skins.
After leaving Yuan's Skins, Yang Haoran only then learned from Xu Meijing how this type of Skin was to be worn.
This type of refined Skin was for the dead; living people had no way to use it. The method of use was also very simple: the dead only needed to transform their Spirit Body into Yin Qi, and then integrate into the Skin.
Once the Yin Qi integrated into the Skin, the Skin would automatically inflate and then become indistinguishable from a living person. Of course, it only *looked* indistinguishable; if used for pleasure, one would still feel a difference from a living person.
To put it bluntly, this type of Underworld Skin was somewhat similar to an inflatable companion in the mortal realm. Before inflation, the companion was deflated; after inflation, it became more three-dimensional. However, this type of Underworld Skin was far from comparable to an inflatable companion in the mortal realm; the difference between the two was immense.
The shop assistant, Xiao Mei, encountered earlier at Yuan's Skins, including the two receptionists at the entrance, were not living people, but they looked no different from real people. This was something inflatable companions in the mortal realm simply couldn't compare to.
In this Underworld, besides the large number of Ghost Officials, there were also some ghosts temporarily unable to reincarnate. The value of these ghosts' existence was to serve Ghost Officials and serve the Underworld.
However, they were only better than these ghosts, but still far inferior to those souls that could directly reincarnate, because they were a class of ghosts living at the very bottom of the Underworld. Although they would also receive the protection of Underworld laws, this protection was not absolute; if they offended beings they shouldn't have, they would likewise meet the fate of Soul Transformation.
No matter where, there were always unspoken rules that couldn't see the light of day, and the Underworld was naturally no exception. If one couldn't establish rules, then one could only adapt to them.
However, what ability did those living at the very bottom have to establish rules? All they could do was adapt to the rules; if they didn't want to adapt, then they could only be eliminated.
Xu Meijing's explanation gave Yang Haoran a detailed understanding of the Skins sold in the Underworld. This made him think of Xiujuan; if he brought a Skin back for Xiujuan, it would be much simpler for her to take care of Xiao Kang in the future.
What left him feeling a bit helpless, however, was that he didn't have any Underworld Currency in his possession, and the New Beginning Coins of the mortal realm were completely useless in the Underworld.
In the time that followed, Yang Haoran and Xu Meijing casually strolled around the Underworld. Yang Haoran's eyes were also opened, seeing many strange and unusual shops, and also many Underworld Officials like themselves, as well as Ghost Officials wearing Skins.
Without exception, all the Ghost Officials the two saw were wearing a Skin. Here, Ghost Officials wearing Skins was like living people wearing clothes; going out without a Skin was no different from a living person streaking naked down the street.
Since they were all products refined through special means, these Ghost Officials wearing Skins, as long as they were young in appearance, were almost without exception handsome men and beautiful women. It was rare to see anyone with an ordinary appearance.
However, occasionally they would encounter one or two whose appearances and figures were exactly the same. This immediately indicated a clothing clash.
The two had time to stroll the streets because they had already arrived in the Underworld ahead of schedule, so neither of them was in a hurry.
However, Yang Haoran was strolling to broaden his knowledge and gain a deeper understanding of the Underworld, but Xu Meijing had little interest. She was merely accompanying Yang Haoran, as if she already had a deep understanding of these matters.
After strolling for a whole day, the two visited many streets in the Underworld and browsed many shops, but they had only explored a tiny fraction of the Underworld's area.
If Xu Meijing hadn't genuinely wished to stop strolling, Yang Haoran might have looked at a few more different shops.
In the Underworld, there was no alternation of sun and moon, so there was no concept of day and night here. To determine how much time had passed, one could only check the time.
Xu Meijing was unwilling to continue strolling, and Yang Haoran naturally wouldn't force her. Furthermore, he wouldn't wander off aimlessly by himself; such an action would undoubtedly displease Xu Meijing.
At Xu Meijing's request, the two stopped strolling and came to the Last Plaza.
The Last Plaza was vast, but at this moment, it was crowded with people. A single glance revealed a dense mass of Underworld Officials. Some were chatting in groups of three or five, talking and laughing, making it clear they knew each other.
Other Underworld Officials were levitating three feet off the ground in meditation, ignoring everything around them. This type of Underworld Official was more numerous than the former.
Yang Haoran and Xu Meijing were not the only Underworld Officials who had arrived early in the Underworld; the dense crowd of Underworld Officials currently in the Last Plaza were all Underworld Officials who had arrived early.
As for why they chose to settle in the Last Plaza, it was because the designated meeting point was directly above the Last Plaza.
Xu Meijing and Yang Haoran found a secluded spot, and then, like the other Underworld Officials, levitated three feet off the ground and sat cross-legged.
Xu Meijing closed her eyes and meditated, keeping her state at its peak at all times.
Yang Haoran, however, did not do this. He feigned nonchalance, his gaze sweeping over the Underworld Officials in the Last Plaza. His face showed no change in expression, but his heart was greatly shaken.
From these Underworld Officials, he sensed powerful fluctuations of energy. The power of these fluctuations far surpassed his own, and some of the energy fluctuations subtly emanating from certain Underworld Officials' bodies brought him a feeling that was not merely shock, but an irresistible sense of danger.
As fellow Underworld Officials, fellow Emissaries of Death, yet the disparity had reached such a degree, it truly brought no small impact to his heart.
When in Lecheng, there were people who could threaten him, but definitely not many. Yet now, there were few people he could threaten, while those who could threaten him were everywhere.
Among these Underworld Officials whom he *could* threaten, it couldn't be ruled out that some were still hiding their strength. If these individuals were further excluded, then the number of people he could truly threaten with his strength would naturally be even fewer.
His ability to thrive in Lecheng didn't mean he could thrive throughout the entire New Beginning Realm. Lecheng was, after all, just a small county-level city. Such small county-level cities, let alone the entire New Beginning Realm, even one of the four continents alone had tens of thousands of them. What was a mere Lecheng worth?
At this moment, Yang Haoran deeply felt his own insignificance and realized how weak his strength was.
However, he didn't belittle himself. After all, he had been an Emissary of Death for too short a time, less than a year even. He simply couldn't compare to veteran Emissaries of Death, and it was certainly to be expected that his strength would be far behind theirs.
Not only did he not belittle himself, but he felt incredibly motivated instead. These powerful Emissaries of Death before him were the targets he currently needed to surpass; he would achieve this goal in the shortest possible time.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Haoran calmed his inner emotions, discarding all distracting thoughts from his mind. Finally, he closed his eyes like Xu Meijing, to maintain himself in a peak state.
Time passed little by little, and more and more Underworld Officials appeared in the Last Plaza. After an unknown amount of time, a wave of fluctuations suddenly emanated from the space above the Last Plaza.
The appearance of the fluctuations immediately attracted the attention of all Underworld Officials. Underworld Officials still conversing fell silent, and those still meditating opened their eyes.
Yang Haoran and Xu Meijing also simultaneously opened their eyes at this moment, and then looked up towards the space above the Last Plaza.
Under Yang Haoran's gaze, the space above actually showed slight distortion, and the fluctuations grew increasingly intense.
A moment later, the space above the Last Plaza was actually split into four regions by a powerful force. Each region contained large characters formed from Spirit Power, marking the names of the four continents.
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