If time went back four years, to when he had just transmigrated into the Wasteland.
If he had suddenly obtained such a huge sum of money, Su Mo felt he would most likely have spent all the points chasing his dreams.
Even if humanity could not cultivate, he would still have tried upgrading those special items and searching for opportunities.
If time went back three years, after he had finished battling the Five Great Ancestor Gods and was on his way to the New Continent.
Su Mo felt he would have invested the points in infrastructure, building an ironclad city on the New Continent that feared no natural disaster.
However, as things stood, those goals now seemed far too narrow.
The effectiveness of Survival Points depended entirely on where they were used, not on how many points one had.
For example, ten thousand Special Survival Points used outside could at most upgrade one fairly impressive technology.
But taking them into the Gambling Duel World could give Su Mo the power to turn defeat into victory.
"How about saving up until I have 4.25 million, then signing a contract with the Five Great Ancestor Gods?"
The bold idea flashed through Su Mo's mind, but he quickly rejected it outright.
The level at which he used his points could not be too low, nor could it be too high.
The game had not completely ended yet. The struggle between humanity and the alien races still had one more Gambling Duel to go.
If he prematurely turned the Five Great Ancestor Gods into slaves by modifying the contract, he would effectively be damaging the game's progress.
Leaving aside whether Wei would pursue the matter, discovering that the Source Contract had been modified would be a huge problem.
"If I can't modify the contract,