Chapter 124 - - 124 Hua Guyun’s Conception_1

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First, you give gifts, then you look down on me, and finally, you act like you couldn’t care less…

Just go ahead and PUA me!

However, it must not have been easy for you to see past all the pretense and recognize my excellence.

Duge looked at Nan Youlong and asked, “What if my nature is to flip the table? What if I can’t control it? Just like the last simulation, when the trade became such a mess, it would have been hard not to turn everything upside down.”

“If you could handle every keyword like the trade, the world would be yours, no matter if the tables are flipped or not.” Nan Youlong laughed, “With keywords that powerful, unless the world is ending, no one could stop you from rising to power. In that case, hanging on would be utterly foolish; we are not that rigid.

Still, I must remind you, the chance of randomly getting a keyword like ’trade’ and then awakening such an incredible skill is very slim; it is not the norm.”

So, groveling is already in your bones!

Duge thought to himself.

“Kid, don’t be resentful,” Nan Youlong said, “The Alien Battlefield and simulation fields are different. Time flows at a compressed rate there. You will spend a long time inside, so do not expect to find the main storyline in one or two months. In fact, there might not even be a main storyline. By then, you won’t even be able to flip the table if you wanted to.”

“Pan-Universe Entertainment can control time?” Duge was stunned and asked in surprise.

“Still thinking you don’t want to go to the Alien Battlefield?” Nan Youlong looked at Duge, shaking his head, “Admit it, you are not someone who would settle down. If you really had to live a quiet life on Qiyuan Star without any hope, you’d feel suffocated to death.

Young man, the Alien Battlefield is where you shine!

What’s so scary about dying, actually?

On the Alien Battlefield, you can still lead a splendid life, perhaps even longer in time and longevity than on Qiyuan Star, way better than staying here and being a small-time civil servant.

Do you know why those who come back from the Alien Battlefield enter the power elite so easily?

Because surviving in such a harsh environment and achieving something is like gaining decades, or even a hundred years of life experience. It would be unreasonable for such people not to enter the power core.

So, go to the Alien Battlefield and live a splendid life. If you come back alive, your life will still be splendid. Either way, you win.”

Damn it.

You’ve polished your speechcraft well, no wonder they had you do the pre-battle pep talk.

If the Alien Battlefield is so great, why don’t you go?

Don’t tell me it’s to give young people a chance to train?

Obviously, you are the ones with rich experience!

Duge glanced at the two peerless beauties and subconsciously thought of “The Proud Twins,” where Taisui prefers enjoying life in the Mortal Realm rather than achieving immortality. After complaining a bit more, he asked again, “Staff Chief Nan, can Pan-Universe Entertainment really control time?”

“Who knows?” Staff Chief Nan said, “But we assume that they probably can’t. It’s likely that different parts of the universe have different time flows naturally, or that these worlds are actually in different universes altogether, hence the differing time flows. If we had figured out the secret of traversing universes or time flow, we would have taken down that spaceship overhead long ago.”

“Do you have any other questions?” Staff Chief Nan asked, “Feel free to ask. I’ll tell you everything I know, with nothing held back.”

Sending beauties, treating me to good food, and making sure I die with a clear understanding—you really are kind-hearted!

Duge was silent for a while, then asked, “Can I choose not to go to the Alien Battlefield?”

“You can,” Staff Chief Nan nodded, readily agreeing.

“Hmm?” Duge looked at Nan Youlong with surprise.

“Rejecting military service means going straight to the bottom of the labor class,” Nan Youlong glanced at him and continued.

Fuck!

Duge’s face darkened on the spot.

“It’s a perfectly normal social rule, isn’t it?” Nan Youlong looked at the dejected Duge and said with a smile, “No world, whether on Qiyuan Star or the Alien Battlefield, allows one to gain without working.”

He pointed toward the twin beauties, “The life you yearn for, the pleasures you want to enjoy, all require you to pay a corresponding price. If you come back alive from the Alien Battlefield, I wouldn’t complain even if you made me kowtow and lick your shoes.

But right now, you don’t have any bargaining power.

“Don’t say that you only have a little over 1000 spiritual power, even if you really had 2000 spiritual power, even 5000, if you’re meant to be a laborer, you’ll still end up being a laborer. Same old story, there are plenty of geniuses among the forty million, if you don’t step up, naturally someone else will.”

Bullshit!

If there really were that many geniuses, would you come specifically to PUA me?

Duge muttered under his breath but couldn’t deny that Nan Youlong made a lot of sense.

At the moment, he indeed didn’t have the qualifications to negotiate with the other party, but Duge still wouldn’t give up hope, “Do I have to go on the very first mission? I’m only 18.”

“Eighteen, that’s when you have unlimited possibilities,” Nan Youlong glanced at Duge and smiled, “But let’s get back to the topic of spiritual power! A hundred years ago, Hua Guyun posed a hypothesis that if a person’s spiritual power was high enough, and if they found a way to protect their soul on an Alien Battlefield, they should be able to break free from the constraints of the body. By rushing into the universe and finding another civilization to take over, it would be possible to completely escape the control of Pan-Universe Entertainment, and even possibly—achieve immortality through body snatching.”

A unfathomable civilization was weighing down upon him from above, and the entire planet had no way to deal with them, Duge was actually in despair.

After all, he was just an ordinary person from Earth, he had never thought that he could defeat a super civilization on his own.

All he could do was find the most comfortable way for himself to live through this life under these cruel rules.

Saving the world was a job for those awesome transmigrators.

He had always done just that.

But what Nan Youlong said about spiritual power gave him hope again. If there really was no other way, who would want to live like a dog? After all, he was a transmigrator too!

If he couldn’t defeat them, couldn’t he just run away?

It had to be said.

He was truly tempted.

Moreover, compared to the locals of this world, he seemed to have a better chance of accumulating more spiritual power, because with two keywords, he had double the growth…

“Staff Chief Nan, did Hua Guyun ever mention how much spiritual power is needed to traverse the universe?” Duge asked.

“With 30 points of spiritual power, without any protection, one could survive under the blazing sun for a maximum of five minutes,” Nan Youlong chuckled, “The conditions in the universe are far worse, facing all kinds of radiation, and another civilization is an unknown. How much spiritual power do you think would be appropriate? Surely not 2000, right?”

So I still can’t get over this 2000 thing, huh!

Duge gave Nan Youlong a displeased look and said, “So after all that, you’re just messing with me! The amount of spiritual power needed to traverse the universe with one’s soul is astronomical, it’s simply impossible for anyone to reach that, right?”

“I’ve participated in the Alien Battlefield twice; my current spiritual power is 78,000.” Nan Youlong glanced at Duge and revealed a terrifying number for spiritual power, “On the Alien Battlefield, even without body snatching anyone, I can survive for 9 days. Hua Guyun, having gone through four Alien Battlefields, has a spiritual power of 1,530,000.”

Hiss!

Duge gasped, no wonder, from four or five hundred meters away, he could transmit his voice directly; no wonder he looked down on 2000 spiritual power—this guy’s spiritual power was superhuman on Qiyuan Star!

“If spiritual power grows so fast on the Alien Battlefield, why don’t you just keep on participating?” Duge asked curiously.

“It’s simple. Pan-Universe Entertainment craves novelty,” Nan Youlong explained, “Players over 25 are not allowed to continue participating. Hua Guyun was already 21 when he first entered the simulation. Four rounds down, he was exactly 25. When I joined the Alien Battlefield, I was also 21, in the third round, and when it ended, I was 25 as well.”

He smiled and looked at Duge, “So, if you can enter the Alien Battlefield at 19 and survive, in theory, you can participate seven times. If in each round you could hit jackpot words like ’trade’, your spiritual power could exceed that of Hua Guyun, reaching a terrifyingly high level.”

“If that’s the case, why don’t you all just select 18-year-olds to enter the Alien Battlefield?” Duge blurted out.

But quickly, he realized he had asked a stupid question.

Hua Guyun’s high spiritual power and body snatching to gain freedom was just a hypothesis, while the real purpose of the Alien Battlefield was to win resources for humanity.

“Got it?” Nan Youlong chuckled, “It’s hard to choose, isn’t it? The country can’t bet the fate of an entire civilization on an unproven hypothesis.”

“But even if I could participate in seven simulations, the spiritual power I gain wouldn’t be enough to find another civilization in the vast universe to body snatch, right?” Duge sighed, a look of dejection coming over him, “You’re just joking with me.”

Nan Youlong glanced at Duge and said, “The earliest idea Hua Guyun had was not about crossing the universe.” He pointed upwards, “It was about snatching bodies from those up there, where there’s the Star Map, spacecraft, and all sorts of unimaginable technology…”

Hiss!

Duge’s breath hitched again.

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