Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

Zhang Beixing was very much alive.

Yet somehow, he had died all of a sudden, and this news had spread far and wide on the Great Xia internet, becoming common knowledge.

Regarding this, Zhang Beixing would be lying if he said he didn’t find it ominous.

But the situation had already developed to this point. Either way, he needed to explain to the netizens that he wasn’t dead.

Since that was the case, Zhang Beixing thought he could work with the situation.

Strive to maximize his own benefits.

Otherwise, wouldn’t his ”death” have been in vain? He was certainly not pleased with the idea of a losing proposition.

But how should I plan this? Just tell the netizens I’m totally fine?

Doesn’t seem quite right. The topic’s hot right now. If I just blurt it out, sure, the buzz might bump up a bit, but it wouldn’t spike much, no wow factor.

Maybe I should wait a bit longer? Let the heat die down, then hit them with a ’playing dead’ act, and hit them with a surprise?

Feasible. Make it a big deal. Given their amusement-craving nature, they would probably love to see it.

Man, I really am a considerate and conscientious blogger, aren’t I!

Muttering to himself, Zhang Beixing had already laid out his mischievous plan in just a few words.

He gave no thought to what kind of scare his fans would get when he pulled off such a grand stunt.

Of course, maybe Zhang Beixing had thought of this, but rebellion was his main theme.

It had to be said, being his fan sometimes felt quite helpless.

Having figured out how to scare... no, how to surprise his admirers later, Zhang Beixing then stopped paying attention to the stuff online.

He devoted himself completely to enjoying his holiday.

During the day, he wandered around Ancient Rome with his classmates, admiring the famous historical sites. At night, he, Zheng Jituo, and a few others hit up the various bars and nightclubs in Ancient Rome, partying like pros.

For reasons unknown, every time Zhang Beixing set foot in a club, it wouldn’t take long before it started to empty out.

At the same time, people would come over offering money, asking him to go party at other bars. Even establishments run by gangs he had feuds with were no exception.

It made Zhang Beixing begin to wonder whether he was truly there to party or to collect protection money.

And then, he started going even more frequently.

Whether he went or not didn’t change how the locals perceived him.

Given that, he might as well stick to being the bad guy.

Besides, when it comes to money, if it’s free, why not take it? People were keen to give it, so why on earth would he refuse?

He considered it reclaiming the money Empress Dowager Cixi had sent away long ago.

This was a righteous debt collection!

With this in mind, Zhang Beixing felt no guilt; in fact, he intensified his efforts.

For a time, wails echoed from the major clubs and bars in Maro.

The bar owners watched as Zhang Beixing, this harbinger of doom, came in punctually every day, took the money, and left.

Their hearts bled, but they were powerless to stop him.

Because Zhang Beixing was simply too strong. Not even bullets could kill him.

How could they possibly deal with him? Unless an army came to obliterate him, but that was clearly impractical in the city.

What’s more, the gangs had also ordered them not to provoke Zhang Beixing under any circumstances.

”Ah!”

Life is tough, the gangsters sighed.

By crossing paths with Beixing, they had truly hit rock bottom!

At the same time, like them, others had also fallen upon hard times because of Zhang Beixing – those other forces in cahoots with the D&E labs.

The accidental revelation of their human experimentation during the live broadcast had caused an international uproar. Countless people were following the debacle. Public attention remained high and was impossible to suppress.

In an attempt to quell public opinion, Ancient Rome’s authorities joined forces with international police agencies and launched a massive crackdown. They were determined to root out these unlawful powers and their protectors.

Consequently, the skies over Ancient Rome had changed.

Countless individuals were jailed during this major sweep.

There were brash and domineering mafia members, influential bigwigs, and bewildered commoners...

In Ancient Rome, everyone was on edge.

No one could be certain they wouldn’t be the next one hauled away.

Meanwhile, Zhang Beixing, the instigator of this storm of arrests, after spending a few days sightseeing in Ancient Rome with his classmates, was finally tracked down by the police and brought to the station for questioning.

”Name.”

”Zhang Beixing.”

”Age.”

”Twenty-two.”

”Occupation.”

”Student and Martial Artist. Chief Baal, you should have already thoroughly investigated my background. Let’s just get through these formalities and cut to the chase, shall we? I might not be an incredibly busy person, but wasting time on this is pointless, isn’t it?”

Sitting in the brightly lit interrogation room, Zhang Beixing listened to Chief Baal’s questions and spoke with impatience.

Although there was no concrete evidence, Zhang Beixing was sure of one thing. Long before he had arrived in Ancient Rome—right after he had openly ridiculed those Black Ghosts on Twitter, thereby forcing the Ancient Rome police to protect his classmates—his basic data had already been laid on Chief Baal’s desk.

And now, Chief Baal was making him go through these pointless questions. This charade was trying Zhang Beixing’s patience; it felt like a complete waste of time.

Hearing his words, Chief Baal’s eye twitched.

He really wanted to curse, but considering Zhang Beixing’s formidable personal strength, he eventually took a deep breath, striving to calm himself down.