Tragic

As a psionic cultivator deployed by the War Zone into the Artificial Divine Realm.

What was the scene like during the first trial in the Artificial Divine Realm?

The standard answer is: miserable.

Lan Yi, who not only reincarnated but also came with a psionic furnace, is an exception. Even other reincarnators, during their first experience in the Artificial Divine Realm, would have to tread carefully if they didn't have good means of utilizing psionic energy. They wouldn't be able to create a spiritual energy resurgence as grandly as Lan Yi.

If reincarnators were like this, ordinary people would be even more miserable.

With a global population of thirteen billion.

Anyone with independent thought.

Could embark on a spontaneous trip to the Artificial Divine Realm for free. This kind of spontaneity, this degree of freedom, was beyond human control. This directly led to a massive number of people, for various reasons, rushing into the Artificial Divine Realm as soon as the War Zone descended.

Modern society is a technological society.

With clear divisions of labor and abundant resources.

Many people working in cities lacked the various skills needed for wilderness survival. They found even urban survival extremely difficult. Once resources were gone and the environment was unstable, starvation was the least of their worries. If their sub-healthy bodies encountered illness, it was practically a slow death.

The first Artificial Divine Realm trial.

Even with the identities arranged by the War Zone.

If one wasn't extremely lucky, hadn't made thorough survival preparations, acted cautiously and in accordance with the surrounding environment, and if their Destiny Clusters just happened to be useful, the fate of psionic cultivators could be fraught with disaster and variety.

Some were burned alive, mistaken for demonic possession. Some were forcibly treated as mentally ill. Some vanished without a trace. Some were poisoned for coveting rare treasures. Some who tried to change things, touching upon vested interests, were directly killed. And many more simply couldn't integrate into the environment or change the Artificial Divine Realm, leading to aimless wandering.

This was the cruel reality of the first Artificial Divine Realm trial.

If it were a woman.

The outcome would be even more tragic.

In any Artificial Divine Realm where civilization was not advanced enough and there wasn't sufficient power for self-protection, whether a business empress, a harem of Feng Ba, or a strong female lead, in the face of a man-eating system, a single wrong word could cause their status to plummet, turning them into playthings.

After all, women in modern cities are highly refined.

Even if not stunningly beautiful in the Artificial Divine Realm, they would still be at a level that middle-class men would covet.

If Lan Yi didn't possess overwhelming power.

Based on what he had done.

Foreigners would be the first to want him dead, and the Qing Imperial Court would have him executed by a thousand cuts. It didn't matter if the enemy was major or minor; as long as they were an enemy, if they were hurt and lost something, they would wish to grind him into dust! Such hatred could not be changed by a simple mention of civilization or the era!

Having lived in civilized cities for a long time and accustomed to acting according to civilized rules, it was easy to be utterly defeated in the Artificial Divine Realm.

It's easy to imagine.

How many of the first batch of psionic cultivators who rushed into the Artificial Divine Realm paid a heavy price, and how many remained in the Artificial Divine Realm forever, becoming part of the missing persons statistics.

Especially psionic cultivators from relatively peaceful regions.

In the early stages, they fought desperately, shedding blood and tears, rapidly transforming under the pressure of harsh reality.

Only after the chaotic era of growing pains passed, when psionic cultivators became an unstoppable rising class, controlling social resources, and formal training and armed equipment became available, did the situation gradually improve.

And before that.

Most psionic cultivators were, miserable.

Take Xiao Hongzhuan, for example.

As one of those deployed into the Artificial Divine Realm in 1909, his identity was that of a fallen scholar from a poor family, traveling to Jinling to make a living. Penniless and without possessions, he initially intended to use his knowledge, which was ahead of its time, to find a job as an accountant and then consider the War Zone's missions.

At first, Xiao Hongzhuan thought.

With his abilities ahead of the times, he wouldn't starve to death no matter what.

However, just submitting resumes proved difficult for him. In this era, if you wanted to be an accountant, who would trust you with the accounts without an introduction? If not an accountant, he had no capital to start a small business. His university major was Electronic Information, which was completely useless. So, he could only resort to manual labor.

Alas!

You want to do manual labor?

Do you understand the rules of the various guilds? Do you know how the invisible territorial divisions are established? Which important figures must not be offended? Do you have a clear understanding of the bribes needed to continue working long-term? Without understanding any of this, how can you do manual labor? Even as a beggar, you have to follow the rules.

If you don't follow the rules.

Heh heh, this land is never short of fertilizer.

Xiao Hongzhuan gasped.

Isn't this just the mafia?

Where is the government? Where is the help? Oh, so officials are also part of the bribery system, then never mind.

Grumbling, Xiao Hongzhuan, due to repeated setbacks, spoke carelessly in his anger, and coupled with his hair issue, he was beaten half to death by a group of fierce and predatory constables.

With a bloody head, Xiao Hongzhuan, after three days of starvation, abandoned his dignity and his status as a transmigrator, and began begging. Because he knew a few phrases of English he hadn't forgotten, he was able to beg from foreigners and thus didn't starve to death, but he still faced constant competition and malice from his fellow beggars.

And the rule that even begging required bribes.

In this environment.

Achieve great things? Even surviving properly was a luxury.

Several times, Xiao Hongzhuan, who had learned street fighting, reading people, and desperate escapes, nearly died on the streets, becoming a freshly rotting corpse. He felt like he couldn't hold on any longer, not even lasting a week before potentially dying in this Artificial Divine Realm.

He had also heard.

That in the south, there was a demon person named Lan Yi.

He was stirring up trouble, creating demon creatures that were impervious to blades and spears, causing foreigners to flee in disarray. But the Imperial Court's heavenly army would soon advance, intending to bring that demon person and the rebels to justice on the spot!

Xiao Hongzhuan felt that Lan Yi must be from his hometown, and even if not, he was at least an opportunity for him.

However, from Jinling to Puhai.

How could a weak beggar possibly travel safely?

Hope was replaced by despair. Xiao Hongzhuan, already beginning to smell foul, begged in a daze, struggling on the brink of survival.

Until...

One day, when Xiao Hongzhuan awoke from a feverish stupor, he stared at the sky with wide eyes. A blue-white pillar of light shot up into the sky. Afterward, the city descended into chaos. Figures resembling superheroes rushed through the streets and alleys, easily defeating the fierce imperial soldiers and beginning to distribute printed Martial Arts materials for free.

Psionics, Innate Qi, Martial Arts.

Xiao Hongzhuan, his body miraculously healing, realized his opportunity had arrived.

According to the data from the War Zone.

He seemed to not only possess Innate Qi but also Destiny Clusters.

Xiao Hongzhuan finally had the qualifications to feel humiliation. He no longer wanted to live like this; he was going to risk his life!

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