Chapter 474 - - Origin Simulator Background_1

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Disappointment came swiftly, and swiftly it left.

Duge’s mentality adjusted quickly.

Pan-Universe Entertainment could suppress a civilization with a single spaceship, instantly transferring souls to an alien battlefield in an unknown universe. It had to be at least a Multiverse-level existence.

And he was just an ordinary person who had crossed over from Earth.

The entire Earth combined might not even defeat Bai Long and his warship, so what made him think that after just one year of crossing over, he could defeat such a colossal entity?

Did he think he could just because he was the Son of Destiny?

His prior thoughts were indeed somewhat naive.

Yes! Just one year.

In one year, he had unraveled the secrets of the alien battlefield, a feat more successful than Qiyuan Star’s two hundred years of exploration. What more could he ask for!

Life is long, so take it slow.

Duge’s restless mindset gradually calmed, and he saw himself as an outsider, quietly observing the changes in the alien battlefield, trying to understand Pan-Universal Entertainment people’s ways of combat as much as possible.

Nan Youlong once said that the alien battlefield is the real world, which is why time flows differently there.

The method Bai Long used to control Qiyuan Star involved technology-like means, but the Pan-Universe Entertainment individuals who occupied the bodies of alien warriors adopted primitive combat methods.

Does this imply that Pan-Universe Entertainment can’t enter the alien battlefield physically?

Or perhaps, is it that the speed to get there is too slow and they can only use this sort of ultra-long-distance soul casting, relying on the native bodies to strike the opponent?

Cross-universe soul transfer, what a truly advanced way to travel.

Much more impressive than any space jump or warp drive.

However, given that Bai Long’s spaceship had arrived at Qiyuan Star, doesn’t it mean that Pan-Universe Entertainment Headquarters is close to Qiyuan Star…

But soon, Duge laughed at his own thoughts—no matter how close, it still would be measured in cosmic distances. He couldn’t even leave his planet at the moment, so how could he possibly make it to Pan-Universe Entertainment Headquarters?

That being said.

Duge knew that he was gradually discovering the true face of Pan-Universe Entertainment.

An unknown enemy is terrifying, but knowing the full picture of the enemy, one can find their weaknesses, think of ways to counter them.

Just like now, during combat, the people from Pan-Universe Entertainment fought using only their spiritual power and the skills they awoke to. The Pan-Cosmic Entertainment Company didn’t equip them with any other stronger skills. This was a good thing for him…

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Due to the difference in the flow of time, the point of view from his split soul kept changing.

All seven Demon Kings of the Demon Realm and the remaining four Ancient Deities consecutively fell, had their souls extracted, leaving behind puppets without consciousness.

Duge’s split soul, concealed within the Solar God’s divine body, was casually extracted by an alien warrior and together with countless souls in the abyss, got wrapped into his spiritual power.

But due to the principle of ‘Love remains though life ended’, his connection with the split soul was not severed, and he could still observe the outside through the split soul.

When that alien warrior pulled Duge’s split soul from the head of the Solar God, Duge’s heart leapt to his throat.

He had always been on guard for his soul to be extracted, used the Split Soul ability to forcibly change his appearance to look like Bordeluna, then mixed the Solar Divine Power and the Dark God Power to obscure his face.

But the alien warrior didn’t even give Duge’s soul a second glance before stuffing it into his spiritual power, without a thorough inspection.

Maybe that guy really thought he was a remnant soul of the Solar God, or maybe the enemy never considered that he would leave a split soul in the alien battlefield.

Regardless, the fact that the split soul wasn’t discovered gave Duge a huge sigh of relief.

Although the split soul was wrapped into the spiritual power, it could still see the outside, but it could no longer hear.

What followed.

Holley joined forces with all the remaining alien warriors, broke through the barrier of the Demon Realm, entered the Mortal Realm, and began a new round of slaughter and soul harvesting. The Forest God, the Prairie God, the Moon Elf, the Water Elf, the Archangel, and various countries’ kings, officials, and common people had their souls extracted.

Only particularly remote villages were spared by them.

Most important places were left almost ghostly after their visit, with bodies standing motionless everywhere…

Seeing this scene.

Duge hurriedly directed Ivan, who possessed two thousand of his spiritual power, to lead his little friend in escaping the important city and hide in the secluded dense forest.

The spiritual power attached to Ivan was split off in a “Love remains though life ended” manner. Duge didn’t know whether his split soul could continue to exist independently after being captured or whether it would dissipate, but at that moment, preserving even a glimmer of hope was worthwhile. What if it could survive?

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Watching as more than a hundred Alien Warriors cleaned the entire Alien Battlefield in an almost sweeping manner, Duge’s expression was extremely grim.

He thought of Luo Shuang, the State Preceptor, as well as the eldest senior brother and youngest junior sister from the first Alien Battlefield.

Those former comrades and friends were probably also soul extracted by the once-trusted State Preceptor and senior brothers, turned into mere corpses, weren’t they?

What backup plans, what split soul, against such a method of cleansing the Alien Battlefield, they were utterly useless!

In Duge’s mind, he couldn’t help but recall the prophecy of the nation’s demise once mentioned by the State Preceptor. At the time, he thought what the State Preceptor referred to was competition among the Alien Warriors.

Now it seems that the “demise of the nation” the State Preceptor spoke of must refer to the cleansing from the Pan Universe!

The State Preceptor had said that all beings placed their hopes on him, but facing such a formidable existence that was nearly unsolvable, he couldn’t even control his own destiny, so who could he save?

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The days passed neither too quickly nor too slowly.

Twenty days after Duge’s return, the people from Pan-Universe Entertainment finished cleaning up the Alien Battlefield. Apart from a small number of people who indeed had little presence, the souls of most of the planet’s population had been extracted by them.

Including the Pope, Duke Linqi, and others who had fought alongside Duge, the planet had thoroughly become a realm of death, with hardly one in a hundred surviving.

But the people from Pan Universe took away only the souls, without destroying the planet’s knowledge system. In a sense, they had left behind the seeds of civilization, though it was uncertain if this was to prepare for the next Alien Battlefield.

Thanks to early precautions, Ivan, carrying Duge’s two thousand spiritual power, evaded capture by Pan-Universe Entertainment.

However, as the people from Pan-Universe Entertainment returned, Duge also lost Ivan’s perspective. It seemed that “Love remains though life ended” must be used in combination with “Split Soul”; it couldn’t exist on its own. It was unclear whether that two thousand spiritual power had dissipated or was still within Ivan’s body.

The last perspective Duge’s split soul had on the Alien Battlefield was watching Holley and others gather all the Alien Warriors in Bordeluna, then close the gate of Bordeluna that led to the outside world.

Indeed, the bodies of the Alien Warriors couldn’t be taken back. If there was a chance to go to the Alien Battlefield again, he must retrieve these bodies for his own use…

About two days later.

Duge gained his split soul’s perspective again; he could see all the souls being poured into an unknown container.

Afterwards, his consciousness was cut off again.

When he reconnected with his split soul, his perspective was back in Bordeluna, specifically in the room where the Solar God had once slept. He had fought here and was very familiar with the arrangements of this place.

Duge’s split soul’s divine consciousness spread out, and all of Bordeluna was silent without a sound.

But he could faintly sense that outside the Solar God Temple, Angels were on guard, motionless as if they had been frozen in place. And every blade of grass outside the Solar God Temple was replicated perfectly, with the split soul’s body being that of the Solar God he had killed.

In reality, Duge swallowed hard, moistening his parched throat. The simulation field.

This was the origin of the simulation field.

After its end, the Alien Battlefield would be harvested by the people from Pan-Universal Entertainment, eventually using masses of souls to create a real simulation field!

No wonder!

No wonder every person in the simulation field had their own thoughts, reacting to changes in situations accordingly—the NPCs inside were living souls stripped of their memories.

The fact that his memory wasn’t lost was most likely due to his main body.

Good heavens, what kind of high technology was this!

They were playing with people’s lives!

The power of the Sea God he had inherited in the second simulation field was the actual power of the Sea God.

After all, his divine power was also bound to his soul.

The simulation field could be opened in many places simultaneously, which means that Pan-Cosmic Entertainment must at least control a method to replicate souls.

That’s not quite right; perhaps it was similar to how online games are managed? An NPC can serve many players at once, yet when facing the NPC, each player thinks they are having a one-on-one conversation…

The technology of Pan-Cosmic Entertainment was too advanced to comprehend for Duge, but this way of playing the game was just too cruel. Playing with different civilizations at stake, how lawless they were—wasn’t there anyone to supervise them?

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