Basic Benefits of 43 Narrative-level Civilizations

[You have unlocked a new faction—Narrative #12: "The Temple of Annihilation"]

[Note: Narrative-level Civilization civilizations require certain prerequisites to be met before their faction templates can be unlocked. You can increase your Favorability with Narrative-level civilizations to expedite the process.]

By becoming a citizen of the "Temple of Annihilation," you will enjoy the following benefits:

1. "Assistance on the Path" - Unlock advanced assistance. You only need to meet 50% of the conditions for each advancement task to advance.

2. Sanctuary Authority – The territory you personally create will also be considered the territory of Narrative-level Civilization, and you can enjoy the ' Fixed Time Domain ' of the Narrative-level Civilization.

[Fixed Time Domain]: The flow of time within this region remains unchanged regardless of distance or gravity; time and Narrative-level Civilization are unified. Within the Fixed Time Domain, the speed of light is adjusted, and the time it takes to travel to any Fixed Time Domain is constant.

3. Ascension Blessing - The "Temple of Annihilation" possesses the [Precision], [Strange], and [Destruction] lineages, totaling 12 ultimate paths.

When you embark on a final path without a main god, change your class to the final profession, and reach a level greater than lv.300, you can choose to Ascend to Godhood and enjoy the blessings of faith.

Narrative-level Civilization will grant their citizens the privilege of missionary work.

4. Welfare Guarantee – In Narrative-level Civilization, full citizenship rights are enjoyed:

Free lifelong education, free lifelong medical care, free lifelong food consumption

Lifetime free energy, automatic allocation; accidental death in your residence; up to 15 free resurrections; 200 years of tax exemption. 5. Faith Sanctuary – The "Temple of Annihilation" provides basic sanctuary to devout followers of the "Annihilation Upper God." When you are attacked and killed outside Narrative-level Civilization, it will notify nearby Annihilation Priest to avenge you.

[Faction Favorability has been unlocked]

Current Favorability: 76 (Normal)

The transaction went smoothly, with the Void Exchange directly transferring the items through the duct—although a 1% handling fee was charged, neither Li Aoz nor the Annihilation Priest paid it any mind.

The Temple is wealthy and doesn't care much about money. Given enough time, they can earn back any amount of Ammonium Gold they have, thanks to their powerful industrial chain.

Of course, earning a lot of money is not contradictory to poor management leading to a broken capital chain.

The two signed a transaction contract, with Olavier acting as the supervisor. Li Aoz handed over the Spirit Maggot, received an advance payment of 50,000 Ammonium Gold, and the bloodline modification potion for the Elai Ling Race.

"It's a pleasure working with you. I look forward to meeting you at the Pantheon soon."

Constan nodded slightly and disconnected the link.

"Phew, all done!"

Li Aoz was satisfied. He put away his trading profits and transferred some of the profits to Olavier's account—he had to at least pay back the money for the communicator.

To be honest, this amount of money is really not enough to give Olavier a share of the profits.

After all, Olavier received a 2.3% cut, but he didn't get the interest portion of the 30 million Ammonium Gold.

Neither the Temple of Annihilation nor Li Aoz hired lawyers to oversee the legal documents, but both sides were quite at ease.

No one dares to owe money to Narrative-level Civilization Narrative-level Civilization, nor does anyone want to offend one; even certain societies would have to think twice.

Narrative-level Civilization are the only ones that dare to directly hunt down societies. To other civilizations, they are the divine kingdoms of the universe, immortal paradises, and eternal sanctuaries.

Olavier didn't seem to care that he hadn't received any interest.

Even so, he still received a dividend of 13.8 million.

This is no small sum of money, but it doesn't seem so considerable compared to the expenses he incurs in maintaining his network and intelligence sources.

Olavier had lived for thousands of years and was very knowledgeable. While this sum of money wasn't enough to make him marvel at Li Aoz's genius, it certainly changed his opinion of him considerably.

What he cares about more is the Radon Glutinous Rice Farm that Li Aoz had previously traded.

That's the real slow and steady approach, especially for Olavier, whose lifespan is so long. From the perspective of Long-lived Species being, a large influx of short-term funds is no different from a stock price increase of one percentage point.

Currency can depreciate; it is always unreliable due to war, social unrest, disasters, and overcapacity.

But radon is different. This rare and remote resource can be used as a springboard to enter the market or to cultivate and defend it. He likes this kind of asset the most.

Now Olavier realized something: Lioz was trying to curry favor with him and befriend him.

'A young man who is very knowledgeable about the culture of Narrative-level Civilization, and even knows my racial characteristics and preferences—interesting.'

He touched his chin, which was covered in shards of glass, and the way he looked at Lioz changed.

Political asylum? That's probably a lie.

Someone who can casually produce so many resources and navigate the chaotic order of Valkyrie Fortress with ease must be a seasoned veteran of the universe. How could he not survive in a civilization with an illegal regime? If it weren't for the fact that his tone of voice was befitting a young man of his age, he would have suspected that Lioz might be some old relic who suddenly lost his childlike heart, changed bodies, and came out to play.

'There might be some other force behind him, the Spirit Maggot ... I think I need to investigate these things. They don't sound like something from the Abyss.'

If it weren't for the Abyss— Olavier immediately had a breakthrough in his thinking.

Yes.

Lioz comes from another Star Abyss.

This makes it easier to understand why this young man, despite his youth and extensive knowledge, is so weak... If he is a powerful being who rose from the deepest Star Abyss, or a direct descendant of a powerful force, then this seemingly illogical phenomenon suddenly becomes reasonable.

' Lioz probably comes from the Second Floor of the Abyss.'

This also explains why Lioz remained so calm and composed when facing Kappa-rank powerhouse from Narrative-level Civilization.

Because his immediate family member was probably a Kappa-rank, and he was already used to it.

Once Olavier understood this, many of his doubts were immediately cleared up.

As Valkyrie Fortress's top middleman, Olavier was quite pleased with the deal; Lioz was a big fish, suitable for a long-term relationship.

He patted Li Aoz on the shoulder. "Among the young people today, there are quite a few outstanding ones, but you are the first one who has impressed me."

"It's okay, one of me is enough for this universe."

Li Aoz gave a casual, perfunctory reply.

"You're not modest at all."

"The humility of the strong is the greatest arrogance towards the weak."

Li Aoz waved his hand:

"To have control of most resources and still act like 'I'm nothing special'—that's the greatest arrogance."

This attitude further solidified Olavier's belief in his own viewpoint. He casually flicked out an information card and handed it to Li Aoz:

"Here, take this. If you're outside the range of the Void Communication system but need to contact me, just find any electrical appliance, plug this in, and we can sit down and have a proper talk anytime, anywhere."

Li Aoz did not refuse and readily accepted the information connection card, which was less than half an inch in size.

Olavier, the quest dealer, is someone players are very familiar with. As a silicon-based life form, he is born with informational consciousness. By inserting this exclusive docking card into any electrical device or silicon-based life form in the Abyss, a split consciousness of Olavier can be generated on the spot.

Olavier has invested in many people in the universe, and the fact that he's bringing this up shows that he values his own potential.

"I have other business to discuss. Take your time. Valkyrie Fortress isn't bad, except for its insecurity and high cost of living. Good luck, Lioz ... Heh, I have a feeling you'll stand out from the crowd of Lioz."

Without saying a word, he immediately logged off, leaving the Silicon Valley bartender to slowly raise his hand, pull out the signal receiver, and calmly say:

"It seems you had a pleasant conversation with the boss, Mr. Lioz."

"Olavier is a shrewd man, and I enjoy dealing with him."

As they talked, the two walked out of the back hall and back to the bar. The bartender began mixing drinks for Li Aoz. While gathering information, Li Aoz admired the unique circuit board mixing method of the Silicon Barbarians. Ordinary bartenders would use a liquid lighter when melting ice balls with fire, which would leave some unburned fuel taste. But the Silicon Barbarians didn't need that. Their neural circuit boards were slightly overloaded, generating heat, and the ice balls would melt quickly and mix thoroughly with the drinks.

Thanks to the precise control of electric heating, the temperature of the beverage is just right when it enters the mouth. The spicy aroma and crisp taste complement each other perfectly. It doesn't numb the taste buds because the ice is too cold, but it retains the refreshing coolness of the ice. Taking a sip is like swallowing a cold sun, which is incredibly stimulating.

Li Aoz swirled his glass, the azure and yellow-orange gradient of the liquor resembling flowing gold, constantly suspending and swirling in space. Coupled with the energetic and psychedelic phonk music playing around him, the alcohol surged through his veins, making him somewhat dizzy.

It felt as if I had suddenly returned to the time when I first went into space in my previous life.

He had some great teammates back then, such as ' Caramel Snail ', ' Xia Chong Yu Bing ', ' Wen Zhong Zhi Long ', and other old partners with whom he had collaborated on several versions, all of whom he met here.

Everyone was an adult; they drank, chatted, played cards, and when things got heated, they started boxing right there in the bar. They were having a blast.

At that time, they also formed a guild specifically to recruit a group of people who only played with melee weapons.

That period was really happy.

If they hadn't parted ways due to their careers, their friendship would likely have continued and wouldn't have cooled, faded, or died out.

"Heroic Spirit Bar"

Li Aoz murmured:

"It is said that in the ancient times, the gods would select their God Embracer from among the mortals and guide them on the path to ascension to resist the invasion of society. Even if they died gloriously in battle, they would be molded into heroic souls by the Pantheon. Their will would shine like gold in the explosion of a supernova, eternally immortal for thousands of generations."

"Unfortunately, this is mostly fake," the bartender said regretfully. "Our 'heroic spirit' here is just because the word can be trademarked. But the wine is still pretty good."

Out of nostalgia, Li Aoz deliberately asked a question:

"People say that silicon-based life forms are the best bartenders, and Carbon-Based Life are the best gourmets. Is there any race that knows both how to eat and how to drink?"

The bartender calmly replied, "E. coli."

This familiar joke brought a knowing smile to Li Aoz. He downed the rest of his drink in one gulp and asked, "What time do we leave tomorrow?"

"At 6:07 a. m., Mr. Olavier chartered a Private Plane and departed on time. Mr. Olavier asked, 'Are you sure you want to go this way?'"

"Otherwise?" Li Aoz spread his hands. "I have things to do, and I don't have much time left."

"The boss is sincerely reminding you: Liu E is not someone to be trifled with. It is recommended that you hire at least one guard, otherwise..."

"Are you afraid I'll die there? It's alright."

"No." The bartender shook his head. "At least someone has to fly the Private Plane back safely."