Tyler turned the key and opened the door. He was finally able to return home.

He was questioned nonstop for about 2 days, and had all the tests that could be done on a person- Blood values, MRI, and psychological tests.

When it was all over, they finally drove him home. He was tired. He could only sleep 3-4 hours in 2 days.

He called out as he entered.

"I'm back."

As the sound echoed in the house, the sounds of running came from inside.

He saw Eve leaping out of the living room and running toward him. When she got to him, she hugged him tightly.

"They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

“No, I was just their good lab rat for 2 days, that's all! But if I ever want to talk to the government again, you better hit me on the head a few times.” he said and smiled.

"I'm glad you're back." Said Eve when she saw Tyler was joking. She had been quite worried about him for the past 2 days.

The two of them went to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

“So, did something happen while I was gone?” he asked.

When Eve heard this question, she suddenly remembered something.

"You won't believe it?" She said and took out her phone.

Tyler tried to figure out what she was trying to do when Eve opened the Instagram.

“Do you remember how many Instagram followers you had?”

“Hmm about 350k or so”

When Eve got the answer, without further ado, she showed him the phone.

This was Tyler's Instagram. But his eyes widened when he saw the number of followers.

"7 millionnnn." he shouted.

It took some time for him to get over the shock.

“I guess I better start a new Livestream,” he said, and smiled.

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White House, oval office.

President Jack put the file down on the table and looked at the CIA head Alan, who was sitting in front of him.

“Alan, am I supposed to believe the stuff in this file? What madness is this,” he said, tapping the file with his hand.

“Mr. President, this is the truth we have seen through our research and experiments. We need to prepare an action plan as soon as possible, the Chinese have already made tacit statements advising young people to enter the game.”

Jack stood up and started walking around the office. He had not been able to sleep properly in the last few days to understand what had happened and to manage the crisis.

The file he had just read was not normal. It was a top-level secret file prepared by the CIA. This file also talked about the Manuals that will enable people to become superman, that their bodies and minds get stronger when they level up in the game.

"What about the money spent on this auction? Did you find the account where the money went?"

"The account is a company account, it suddenly appeared in the bank's system after the game was released. Before you ask Mr. president, any changes made by the bank do not affect the account. We don't even know how they do it "

That answer was enough to make Jack frown. If they could infiltrate the bank's system so easily, what more could they do?

Just about to ask a question, the door opened and someone with suit walked in.

“Mr. President, Mr. Alan,” the man said, bowing slightly.

"What happened Max?" asked Alan. Max was Alan's assistant and he knew he would n't interrupt the meeting if it was n't so important.

"A Skill book has been put up for Auction."

"Do we have an agent who can participate in the auction?" he asked immediately.

"A team of three is currently in a position to bid." said Max.

The President carefully watched the event that took place in front of him. Being one of the people who had the most knowledge about the game in the world, he immediately understood the importance of this situation.

"Give the agent one of our accounts immediately. I want this book, Also immediately open a private stream and send the link, I want to see every event that happening."

Max made a few calls after taking orders.

Before long, a screen appeared in front of Alan. The auctioned book appeared on the screen.

'Minor healing Skill Book, Current bid 150,000 yuan ($22,543.17) auction ends 3:59.21'

"The Chinese have already noticed." he cursed.

The President contented himself with watching Alan. With the decision taken by analysts, it was decided that the president would not take any action with the screen in front of him. The only thing he could do in this situation was to watch.

Alan watched the bid war between the ruble and the yuan on the screen. He had completely forgotten that the President could not see what was happening.

The President coughed lightly to get Alan's attention.

When Alan realized his mistake, he began to speak.

"Mr. President, the Russians and the Chinese are at war over the book.We are going in too.."

"Take the book no matter what." said jack.

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Edward was walking naked on the beach on his desert island. Why was he naked, why not, there was only him on the island and he was experiencing the heights of freedom.

"System, anything important?"

"Host, there is a bid war going on in the auction"

"Oh, can you show me?"

In response to his question, a screen appeared in front of him. The status of the auction was displayed on the screen.

"Oh, a spellbook?" both muttered.

There were two types of development methods in the game. The first is the Cultivation Manuals. The other is something that Edward was quite surprised at when he first saw it.

He noticed something in the assets-library while designing the game. And he learned that the modern-looking world he is in now is not as innocent as he thought.

Because there were thousands of spells belonging to this world. When he asked the system to understand what was going on, the answer he got caused everything to fall into place.

"Host, Qi-like energies exist in many different universes. Although these energy types are slightly different from each other, they are actually all interchangeable. These spellbooks date back about 30,000 years. But for some reason I don't fully understand, it disappeared about 20,000 years ago." That's what the system said then.

And now the first book to derive from this world was going up for an auction.

A big smile appeared on his face when he saw the number offered. Then that smile turned into a laugh.

"Who put it up for auction?" he asked.

"Alex Hemmeth, a 16-year-old Canadian high school student"

"I guess it won't be too much trouble for me to complete the first mission with this incident," he said, and gave another laugh.

This was the best possible ad campaign without his own intervention. Because the last bid for the book was twenty-three million dollars and had almost 2 more hours to finish.