He Gave Too Much!

"I take life and death pretty lightly."

"All my comrades are dead, the Empire has fallen, and only I—a ghost who should have died long ago—still wander this world."

The girl smiled with self-deprecation. "What's the meaning of life? I don't know."

"Get stronger and take revenge on the insect calamity?"

"But the Aeon of Propagation is already dead. Where does the hatred even come from?"

Meng Yi said with implication, "Hatred isn't the meaning of life, but it can become the drive to move forward."

"If you want, once you're strong enough, drag that 'Aeon of Propagation' out of the River of Time and kill it a thousand times, ten thousand times to vent your anger; crush its split bugs one by one right in front of it; deny the very existence of the 'Breeding Concept' at its most fundamental level, torturing it until its Dao heart shatters completely."

"As long as you're strong enough, you can set brand new rules for the universe with your will, building the perfect true world of your dreams."

"As long as you're strong enough, even reversing the timeline and bringing back the dead who fell to the insect calamity—what's so hard about that?"

The girl's eyelids twitched incessantly.

The first sentence made it clear—you're a real Living Yama!

But the next two sentences instantly seized her full attention.

"Resurrect the dead, start over, a world of only beauty..."

Meng Yi added, "And in the 'Evolution Paradise,' you can visit many worlds and taste different delicious pastries."

"Gulp—"

The Silver-Haired Girl swallowed hard.

Damn, that's the feeling of a racing heart!

The effect of that last sentence grabbed her attention more than any long-term ideal (drawing a big pie).

"Yes, Commander! I understand. Thank you for guiding my lost self!"

The deed done, he slipped away, hiding his merit and fame.

Meng Yi waved his hand dismissively, indicating it was just a small matter.

At most, he was thinking about whether he'd get a chance later to go to the "Imaginary Tree and Quantum Sea," grab the "Aeon of Erudition" and use it as a supercomputer—what bad intentions could he have?

If he got a bit more ambitious, snapping off a few branches of the "Imaginary Tree" and scooping up a few buckets of water from the "Quantum Sea" to bring back some "local specialties"—that's not too much, right?

The two walked out of the underground base and boarded an attack helicopter heading to the Gentek Corporation, with no fewer than twenty attack helicopters escorting them front and back.

After being guided (deceived) by the "Great Philosopher Meng Yi," the girl's mental state had improved a lot.

"Commander, a cultured person like you—the world that gave birth to you must be wonderful, right?"

"..."

Meng Yi shut down, gritted his teeth, and said, "Wonderful, of course it's wonderful."

"Simple folk customs, warm hospitality, talented people everywhere—it's known for the tradition of 'Warhammer stage, bring your act.'"

Uh...

Three nice words strung together—why did it sound ominous?

The Silver-Haired Girl shrank her neck, gave an awkward smile, and felt like she'd said something she shouldn't have.

"Commander, I'm clumsy with words, never went to school, not very cultured."

"If I offend you in any way, I apologize in advance!"

Meng Yi shook his head, indifferent. "I'm long used to it. There's no offense to speak of."

"When the chance comes later—Green-skinned Fatty, Blue-haired Fluttering Bird, Blood-armored Madman, Purple Idiot, Dark Mara, The Great Devourer, The Greater Good, Retarded Get Some, Pantheon, Immortal Great Toad, C'tan Star Gods, Tyranids, Space Undead, Aeldari, False Emperor God-Emperor, T'au, Chaos Great Demon, Ork Race, Daemon Primarch, Mechanicus Cult, Space Aliens..."

"These ultimate bastards who stir up trouble every day—I'll turn them all into specimens one by one, and see if they still dare to jump around!"

Wait! Star Gods, Tyranids? Why aren't they higher on the list?!

Meng Yi's grumbling, full of resentment, made the girl gasp.

Now she understood what "simple folk customs, warm hospitality, talented people everywhere" meant.

"Commander, to survive until now and still be this 'normal'—you've really been through a lot."

After holding back for a long time, she managed to say something that seemed like a compliment to Meng Yi.

Meng Yi adjusted his non-prescription flat-lens glasses and casually asked, "What's your name? It can't just be that string of numbers, AR-26710, right?"

"Name..."

"Firefly—a small, fragile glowing insect. When they gather, their light at night can rival the stars in the sky, like a spark of hope setting the plains ablaze."

Having thought of her name, or rather, her "codename,"

The girl casually changed her Player Panel nickname from AR-26710 to "Firefly."

"Got it." Meng Yi gave a slight nod, then closed his eyes to rest.

America, Manhattan, near a Gentek Corporation building.

An attack helicopter landed on the rooftop. Super Soldiers with guns cleared the path ahead, and Meng Yi soon saw the captured "Little A" and Dana.

"Black Light Virus Alex" was pinned to the ground by four Super Soldiers. Any resistance earned him fists and boots, beating the hooded man until he was almost broken.

"Chairman Bai!"

"We pay our respects to Chairman Bai!"

Meng Yi raised a hand to call a halt to the pointless formalities, glanced at Alex's Sister Dana, who was curled up and trembling in a corner, then strolled to a spot not far from "Black Light Virus Alex," keeping a safe distance.

"Young man, I can see you have an extraordinary constitution, far from ordinary. Interested in working for me?"

Hearing this, Alex spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle mixed with broken teeth. "Pah! You evil organization head researching viruses—don't think you'll ever make me submit!"

"What did you say?!"

"How dare you!"

"Kid, you looking for a beating?!"

"Yeah, me too!"

The four "Fat Hugging Men" flew into a rage and were about to "force a man into submission, piling on man after man."

"Oh?"

Meng Yi wasn't angry. He crouched down, intrigued. "Young people, you can't say that."

"Without our research, how would you be what you are now?"

"You must have realized by now—you're no longer the 'you' you used to be."

The hooded man's expression shifted slightly. He was about to retort when Meng Yi continued.

"But that's fine. I still recognize you as 'human.' Humanity isn't such an inconvenient thing, is it?"

"As long as your 'heart' still believes you're human, no one can deny your race."

Alex's fierce gaze softened a little, the anger and hatred fading.

"How about hearing my terms?"

"...Go on."

Meng Yi cleared his throat. "First, due to your involvement, the Biohazard Crisis in Manhattan will not be pursued."

"Second, I guarantee the safety of you and your sister—no faction will target you."

"Third: Nine Insurances One Fund Thirteen Salaries, weekends off, Legal Holidays off, housing and car provided, spouse arranged, all expenses and travel fully reimbursed, paid leave no less than three months a year, annual salary no less than ten million US dollars, with a raise of at least 10% each time."

Meng Yi crouched down, dismissed the four Super Soldiers, helped Alex up, and brushed the dust off his clothes.

"Young man, I know what you're worried about. I'm nothing like those cold-blooded researchers you've met."

"Kid, I promise you—I'll use bio-tech to raise the ceiling of the human race and cure incurable diseases, not to make meaningless bioweapons. There won't be any more cruel, dangerous 'virus leaks.'"

Alex wavered. This guy was offering way too much!

"How do I prove you're not lying to me?!"

Meng Yi smiled. "Wait one minute. Check your phone's text message."

One minute later, Alex's phone buzzed with a bank asset change notification.

[Dear user ***, a large fund transfer has been detected. Our bank invites you to become a distinguished Platinum client. Your balance is: $10,001,582.]

A six-digit password guarding a four-digit fortune—the broke hooded man had never seen so much money in his life.

Alex nearly jumped up in excitement, pumping his fist. "Boss, I'm with you from now on!"

Meng Yi beamed, patted Alex's shoulder in a friendly way, and withdrew the subtly guiding "Psionic Power" that had been nudging the rookie Brother A.

Was his inhuman-level 'affinity' (Mental Interference) just for show?

Brother A couldn't resist it now—maybe when he evolved to his final stage.

The martial world wasn't just about fighting and killing; it was more about human connections and favors!