“Virtual Realm turbulence? Virtual Realm passage?”

Because this is a niche knowledge, Asho didn’t know about it and didn’t find it strange. “This is a rare disaster for sorcerers. When a sorcerer establishes a connection with the Virtual Realm through the Truth Gate, if certain areas of the Virtual Realm are unstable, knowledge will flow back through the Truth Gate, causing the space in reality to be transformed by Virtual Realm knowledge.”

Igura gestured, “Just imagine that the Virtual Realm is a large jelly, and sorcerers enter it through a straw and live peacefully inside. But if a certain area of the jelly rots and dissolves, the liquid inside will flow through the straw and reach the real world, corroding reality and creating a hole… that’s the Virtual Realm turbulence.”

“And the Virtual Realm passage is formed because these knowledge flows that enter reality tend to return to the Virtual Realm. However, most turbulence will quickly dissipate, and only a small portion of dense knowledge flows will solidify into passages, attempting to return to the Virtual Realm.”

“But knowledge without a master cannot open the Truth Gate, so it keeps wandering outside the Virtual Realm, forming half of the Virtual Realm passage.”

“Half?” Asho was puzzled. “How can it become a complete Virtual Realm passage?”

“Do you remember what I said earlier about the jelly having a certain area that rots?” Igura said. “Therefore, this kind of sorcerer disaster, the Virtual Realm turbulence, often occurs in batches all over the world. As long as a sorcerer has been to a rotten area, they may trigger Virtual Realm turbulence there, forming different half passages.”

“The target coordinates of these half passages are the Virtual Realm coordinates of the Truth Gate. The closer the target coordinates are to each other, the more likely they are to combine and form a complete Virtual Realm passage that can travel between reality and the Virtual Realm.”

It sounded complicated, but Asho understood it with his meager knowledge of mathematics and geometry. Half passage A wants to return to Virtual Realm coordinate C, forming passage AC. At the same time, half passage B also wants to return to Virtual Realm coordinate C, forming passage BC.

But because the Truth Gate is not open, even if A and B reach the gate, C refuses to come out. At this time, A and B, who are both wanderers, meet outside the gate, abandon C, and form a complete AB passage, and they live happily ever after.

“So, the closer the Truth Gates opened by two sorcerers are, the easier it is to form a Virtual Realm passage?”

Igura nodded. “That’s the principle, but it’s almost impossible to create a passage based on this rule.”

Asho’s face became serious. “Doesn’t that mean sorcerers are in great danger? Once they open the Truth Gate in a rotten area, their bodies will definitely be swept into the Virtual Realm turbulence?”

“No, Virtual Realm knowledge will never harm sorcerers.”

“Why?”

“They are afraid of sorcerers.” Igura shrugged. “Even the sorcery spirits run away when they see us. Why would you think that the knowledge that makes up the sorcery spirits would dare to harm sorcerers?”

“There is an interesting saying that sorcerers are like predators to the Virtual Realm. The knowledge that accidentally flows into reality is like refugees who mistakenly enter enemy territory. They don’t even have time to run, so how could they dare to challenge the ruthless predators?”

“Virtual Realm knowledge often escapes to areas where sorcerers are scarce, such as underground or in the sky, and then settles down and transforms the space, attempting to return to the Virtual Realm, thus forming turbulence or passages.”

Igura described this disaster as weak, helpless, and cute… Asho glanced at the bustling registration point. “Is exploring the Virtual Realm passage dangerous?”

“I don’t know!” Igura honestly said, “But not all Virtual Realm passages are complete. What do you think will happen to the pioneers who enter the half passages?”

“However, if they find a passage leading to another country and successfully return, then the credit is enough to offset their death sentence.”

Asho raised an eyebrow. “That sounds simple, doesn’t it? Just take a look and come back without dying. It’s just a matter of luck. Why do you need survival skills and escape abilities?”

Igura shook his head. “If the other side is an uninhabited area, they can immediately return. But if it is another country, the volunteers will definitely not be able to return immediately.”

“Why? Do volunteers need to go through security checks when crossing the border?”

“If you think about it from a different perspective, you will understand. The enemies of an unknown country may also find Virtual Realm passages to the Blood Moon Kingdom. Wouldn’t you take precautions in advance?”

Asho was about to ask how to guard against unknown enemies, but he suddenly fell silent—this is a world of miracles filled with sorcerers, and the only absolute thing is that there is nothing absolute.

What seems almost impossible to Asho may be as simple as eating a meal and burping for high-level sorcerers.

The difference in knowledge levels creates an insurmountable gap between sorcerers, just like how Asho still can’t understand how the neck chip manages to hold his fart in non-toilet areas.

“In the Blood Moon Kingdom, there is a miraculous global surveillance system. Once an outsider appears, the Church will quickly notify the nearby hunting hall, and at the same time, a curse will be cast, preventing the outsider from performing any spatial transfer or transmitting information for forty-eight hours.” Igura crossed his arms. “When I was seven years old, an outsider appeared in the Hime Dream City. It seemed to have escaped to the vicinity of my foster home, and the Bloodthirsty Hunter turned the foster home upside down…”

“Aren’t you from Camon City?”Igura shrugged, “Once the fools in Fimor City are all deceived, naturally we need to open up a new market.”

The opening of the Virtual Realm portal was undoubtedly a major event that would affect the situation, but it meant nothing to the jailbreak squad. Instead, it increased their difficulty in recruiting.

Perhaps they would come looking for volunteers tomorrow?

Perhaps there was a chance for them to return to society in a dignified manner?

This sudden amnesty greatly dampened the spirits of these determined jailbreakers. How were they supposed to carry out ideological work in the future?

Just as Asho was at a loss and preparing to eat a Lalafell for inspiration, chaos suddenly broke out at the registration point.

“Choose me, please choose me! I’m the ‘Golden Beak’ of the Woodpecker Gang, I’m proficient in various methods of murder, I really want to be a volunteer, please choose me, wuwuwu——”

“Water Artificing, Gun Artificing, Light Artificing, Earth Artificing, Explosion, there are trap-type miracles… Your Artificing faction does meet the requirements, but you only have one-winged Artificing power, which does not meet the minimum admission threshold, sorry.”

Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but look at the tall man kneeling on the ground with surprised eyes.

Igura introduced, “Golden Beak is the best assassin of the Woodpecker Gang, his assassination targets include many famous figures, councilors, politicians, businessmen, the difficulty of his tasks is definitely not lower than assassinating a two-winged Sorcerer. Being able to become the Golden Beak as a one-winged Sorcerer, it seems that he has unique business capabilities.”

Asho recognized this man, “Isn’t he Ronald Wade, the ‘good friend’ of Larna?”

“Yes, and he’s also a newcomer who came in this month.” Igura revealed a subtle smile, “Otherwise, he wouldn’t have approached Larna… It seems that he has realized something and is trying to save himself.”

“Save himself? Is he in danger?”

“Do you know Larna’s nickname?”

“Yes, ‘Gourmet’ Larna, the nickname comes from his special hobby, right?”

Although Larna’s hobby was quite peculiar, this prison was originally the ultimate cesspit of perverts, and even now there was an ogre swaying in front of Asho, so Asho could say Larna’s little hobby without any emotional fluctuations.

“Most people only see the surface, but in reality, it’s far more than that.” Igura shook his finger, “Larna doesn’t even let go of the inside.”

“What’s the difference?”

“It’s very different. Don’t look at Ronald now without any wounds, but the stuff inside him has been eaten by Larna.”

“…Is this some kind of vulgar joke?”

“Asho, your words and deeds make me feel that the Four Pillar God Church is not a social club for middle-aged greasy uncles to relax after work, keeping you alive will only make the food more expensive.” Igura responded indifferently, revealing Larna’s horrifying and bizarre little secret.

But Asho’s eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

He looked at Ronald who was still pestering there and said, “Perhaps, we have found our teammate.”