Aid

Led by the blessed and long-lived Mother Goddess, this extravagant revelry seemed to stretch to the very end of time.

The arrival of extraterrestrial Survivors did not ignite a frenzy of curiosity and exploration in this civilization, nor did it instill any fear or apprehension about the outside world.

Instead, it ushered in another carnival, with the entire process of Survivors fighting, playing games, and struggling to survive in desperate situations being broadcast live in real time.

Every action and Life and Death struggle of every individual is used by the citizens of Eternal Paradise as new material for artistic creation.

[The Mother Goddess] herself is also enjoying all of this, as if the violence suppressed for hundreds of thousands of years is being relieved with this Survival Race.

The fervent adoration continued to grow on the public internet, even giving rise to a completely new cult—the [Fairy Church].

[Eternal Paradise] possesses an extremely profound understanding of the world, mathematics, physics, and other subjects; their ancestors paved a broad and bright path for them.

But the citizens didn't like these things.

Because reality is not beautiful enough.

Why is energy conserved? Why is there an upper limit to speed? Why can't the same blessed land accommodate citizens beyond its capacity?

The cold, realistic World Tree one boring rule after another, imprisoning their yearning souls and restricting their unlimited enjoyment.

In their eyes, the society they live in is not some interstellar age technological civilization, but a "magical civilization" where they can do whatever they want.

All basic necessities are readily available; you can get whatever you want and go wherever you want in the blink of an eye.

Aside from anything related to the [Mother Goddess], those insignificant things, under the influence of endless productivity, are the magic that citizens are born with.

But what about something even better?

Desires have no boundaries, and basic pleasures are sometimes no longer enough to satisfy them.

What if a citizen wants a star, what if a citizen wants the [Mother Goddess] to be their private property, what if a citizen wants to be the [Mother Goddess] and enjoy it forever?

As a result, the vast majority of citizens became addicted to privately built virtual servers, realizing all the wishes that could not be achieved in reality in a fantasy world, and all kinds of wildly imaginative beliefs proliferated wildly in the virtual space.

They began to worship fantasy, worshipping deities and artistic figures that could transcend reality.

[Flying Spaghetti Monster Church], [Flying Church], [Utopia Church], [Anti-Utopia Church Church], [Do-as-You-Please Pairing Church]...

In a high-tech civilization, a purely religious civilization has emerged, and it is not much different from the barbaric era when people didn't even wear clothes.

Because citizens don't like wearing clothes either.

The only difference is that every believer knows that what they believe in does not exist in this world.

The four great empires were established along with the division of citizens' beliefs, and the major groups were established around the needs of art and faith, and even assumed some of the responsibilities of internal governance. The [Mother Goddess] watched over everything with doting affection.

Because of the nominal division of empires, and because each Fixed Star system has been anthropomorphized and made more entertaining, the citizens all want to invade each other's territories.

These citizens of [Eternal Paradise], living in a greenhouse, are like a group of overgrown infants, greedily lying on the cactus board, sucking up the thick sap of corpses, while [Mother Goddess] is the straw used to suck them up.

The Survivors don't actually like this era.

The indignation felt by those Survivor to survive seeing citizens enjoying a life of luxury was indescribable.

But some people don't like it, while others do.

A graceful and beautiful figure stood Jump Gate at the center of the Fixed Star.

"The [Southern Heaven] galaxy is extremely dangerous; I need some help."

Mu Hongyuan said this.

At this moment, there are more than five million citizens of [Eternal Paradise] watching her, while the total number of real citizens in the entire Eternal Paradise is only more than thirteen million.

The Fairy's unparalleled beauty spread to the public through the internet, and all living beings who saw her were moved that such a beautiful being could exist in this world.

A cult was subsequently established, Fairy herself became an object of worship.

There's no need to argue about who's number one in popularity; the Fairy's popularity has reached an alarming level.

According to the rules of the [Mother Goddess], increased popularity will bring the [Mother Goddess]'s favor, in exchange for off-field assistance.

Mu Hongyuan dared to stand there begging because her popularity was ten times higher than all the other Survivors combined.

Of course, my child.

The gentle voice of the Mother Goddess sounded in her ear.

Beautiful things should remain beautiful forever, and [Eternal Paradise] is willing to help the Fairy become the winner of this Survival Game.

What do you want?

"I need all the Survivor information you have, as well as the most powerful individual weapons you can find." Mu Hongyuan's request was simple.

[There's nothing wrong with that.]

As the gentle voice of the "Mother Goddess" faded, ripples began to spread through the Jump Gate in front of Mu Hongyuan.

At the same time, Mu Hongyuan's internet access was upgraded to the highest level among citizens, and a document containing a large amount of information was sent to her email address.

Mu Hongyuan didn't quite understand, only that it was awesome. He smiled slightly at the camera, instantly boosting his popularity.

Let's call this kind of interaction, specifically for the purpose of providing assistance, "Aid communication."

She then opened the Survivors ' information.

"Only 1,396 Survivors in total? I remember the initial Large Dungeon had a little over 1,500."

Mu Hongyuan noticed something was wrong after watching just the beginning.

"The last information from the Scholars of the previous era mentioned that [Silk Woman] threw over two hundred Survivors into the Wormhole; apparently, they all died instantly?!"

It was a hasty decision, but at least they're enjoying their retirement.

Continuing to scroll down, Mu Hongyuan found the Scholars ' information and coordinates, and decided to meet them later.

"Wait, where is the [Silk Woman]? Did the Scholars deal with her in the last era?"

No one could answer her question, not even the Mother Goddess.

Strange things began to appear inside the Jump Gate.

A simple leather bodycon dress, and a dark metal longsword with no discernible patterns.

One side attacks, the other defends; it seems perfectly reasonable.

Mu Hongyuan calmly put the leather skirt over his gear, not feeling anything strange.

She easily picked up the metal longsword, finding nothing high-tech about it, just a rather sturdy metal sword.

[This equipment comes from Four Dimensions and can exist stably in Three Dimensions, providing you with another spatial axis. You now have the ability to dodge in Three Dimensions.]

[What you hold in your hand is an entire planet; this sword is merely a projection confined to Three Dimensions.]

Go, my child.

Go and claim the glory that belongs to you.