The man's icy face seemed to show signs of melting. "You're much cuter than those so-called police officers." With that, he walked away without looking back, leaving only a black silhouette that gradually disappeared into the night.

William Carter stared blankly, letting out a sigh. Before long, the sound of police sirens wailed—it was probably Mr. Harris and the others.

Andrew Bennett took out his keys and opened the door, removing the sunglasses from his face and tossing them aside. The room was a bit messy, having not been tidied for several days. He had rented a place in the southern part of the city, just over 50 square meters with a bathroom. The rent wasn't much, just over 700 a month. Since he lived alone, this was good enough.

He took off his clothes, revealing a body of sharply defined muscles. Two pectorals and six abs were tightly arranged, brimming with explosive power. His bronze skin was nearly perfect, except for the countless scars covering his body—thirty-seven in total. The largest one slashed diagonally across his lower abdomen. It was hard to imagine how someone could survive such a massive knife wound. Yet, those thirty-seven scars did not mar the beauty of his physique; instead, they gave him a mysterious allure that drew people in.

He took a cold shower, memories of past experiences and tonight's events replaying in his mind like a movie. People aren't animals—no matter how cold-blooded someone is, after killing, it's impossible to feel nothing. But if given another chance, he would still do the same.

He recalled the old man's words: Kill those who deserve to die, and you save those who can be saved. He clenched his hand slightly, crushing a metal box into powder. The veins on his hand bulged, like a ferocious beast, his eyes flashing with a blood-red light. He used all his strength to suppress the raging murderous intent in his heart. Cold water poured over his head, finally clearing his mind. His handsome face was pale, devoid of any color, and he gasped for breath as if he had just finished a fierce fight.

Andrew Bennett wrapped himself in a towel and walked out, his eyes sweeping the room and landing on the virtual helmet lying quietly on the bed. It was a black helmet, exquisite with a metallic sheen. He had just spent 30,000 yuan on it today—almost half his savings.

Ever since Tianxia Corporation released the game "Prehistoric Era," no one played any other games, forcing him to give up his level 69 Grand Mage ranked 172nd globally in the game "Tianxia." Fortunately, his previous career had allowed him to save some money, so he wasn't left homeless.

The state-owned Tianxia Corporation had gone from Longteng and Tianxia to now Prehistoric Era, with virtual technology becoming more and more advanced. Every game they released was met with enthusiastic support from players. Andrew Bennett glanced at the clock—it was already 7:50. At 8:00, Prehistoric Era would begin its open beta.

Andrew Bennett put on the helmet and waited patiently.

After two years of refinement, Prehistoric Era was finally launching, with hundreds of millions of players worldwide anxiously awaiting this sacred moment.

Logging into the game…………

A bright light flashed before Andrew Bennett's eyes, and a beautiful scene appeared ahead. Grasslands, forests, streams—it all looked as if it had been painted. In this noisy city, such beauty could no longer be found.

A beautiful elf appeared before Andrew Bennett, graceful as a celestial maiden. The scant clothing and jade-like skin sparked endless imagination.

"Hello, I am the system guide elf. May I ask which race you would like to choose?"

"What races are there?"

"There are three races in Prehistoric Era: the Witch Tribe, the Demon Tribe, and the Human Tribe. The Witch Tribe has professions such as Black Witch and Contract Witch; the Demon Tribe has professions like Demon Archer and Demon Sorcerer; the Human Tribe has professions like Taoist and Sword Immortal. Currently, the three races are friendly. Everyone's appearance is based on their real-life looks, but you can adjust it up or down by 10%."

After the elf finished explaining everything in one breath, Andrew Bennett looked over the introductions for each profession. He had always liked mage classes, and in this game, only the Black Witch seemed similar to a mage. "I choose Black Witch."

A Black Witch in a gray cloak appeared before Andrew Bennett, looking uncannily similar to himself.

"Name?"

"Andrew Bennett."

"Would you like to adjust your appearance?"

"No adjustment."

"Your basic attributes will be calculated based on the system's default values plus 1% of your physical attributes. Your strength: 80, spirit: 90, agility: 80, luck: 5. If you have any questions, please contact customer service. Enjoy your game."

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Chapter Two: The Chiyou Blood Scripture

The scene suddenly shifted to a black valley, the pure darkness making one's heart feel suddenly oppressed.

Andrew Bennett checked himself and saw he was wearing a set of black novice clothes, with a Qiankun ring on his hand. It had twenty slots, containing a set of ten return-to-city scrolls. Other than that, he had nothing.

Andrew Bennett surveyed the surroundings. It was a dead end, surrounded by towering cliffs with no way out. Just as Andrew Bennett was wondering why he had spawned in such a desolate place, an old man with white hair and beard appeared before Andrew Bennett.