Derivative World Instance, Opened!

The remaining hours of the 30-day rest period were down to just a few, and Meng Yi felt like they'd passed in the blink of an eye. He could only sigh, "Research knows no time."

Through his mental net, which enveloped an area of 78.5 square kilometers, he called for "Psionic Familiar Queen" to hurry back, while he lounged on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting like a total slacker.

"Huh, my situation's a bit like those legendary 'First Generation' types."

As his thoughts drifted and scattered, he suddenly recalled a xianxia web novel he'd read in his previous life.

His situation was indeed somewhat similar to those "First Generation" beings with their extraordinary bone structures, special physiques, and innate divine abilities—though he was far inferior to the power of the First Generation.

The "First Generation" status was like getting a free pass to the peak of the Human Dao Realm, with the best among them having a shot at the Immortal Dao Realm.

Meng Yi's self-made "White Studies Battle Body v1.0 · 5% Progress" came with a highly defensive "Life Force Field" as its innate divine ability.

If he gave it a flashy, xianxia-style name, he could call it "Heavenly Evolution Saint Body · Pinduoduo Version" or "Supercomputing Divine Body · Beggar Version"...

"Indeed, different paths lead to the same goal."

"The Dao has no hierarchy of superiority, only a difference in order."

Even the weakest system has some merit—take, for example, that one xianxia sewer.

You can't ignore the potential of an innate companion artifact prototype, a bloodline divine ability prototype, Divine Gear Smelting, or a divine concept prototype just because of the joke that is "Blue Silver Entanglement."

If a person's useless, don't blame the road for being bumpy.

The gap between the same power system in the hands of a waste and a normal person is bigger than the gap between a human and a stupid pig or dumb ox.

"Once I upgrade my physique to v2.0... v3.0... with each technological iteration, I might just create a 'White Studies Battle Body' that rivals or even surpasses top-tier physiques."

Meng Yi envisioned his future prospects, constantly engaging with power systems from different worldviews, blending the strengths of a hundred schools to forge his own path. He had the confidence to climb steadily toward his goal.

Either he'd reach the summit in success, or he'd fail and become nothing but a handful of dust by the roadside, ignored by all.

Over a decade ago, the first time he used "psionics" to snuff out the life of a Hive City Bottom dweller, Meng Yi had already come to terms with life and death.

If the day ever came when some righteous hero wanted to rid the world of evil and had to kill him, there'd be nothing surprising about it.

If he could win, Meng Yi would grant that "righteous hero" an equal death.

If he couldn't win, he'd run, iterate his tech, and come back to settle the score.

If he couldn't escape and a desperate fight was useless, he'd laugh and go to his death willingly, without a shred of resentment toward heaven or man.

There were so many heroes in the world.

Meng Yi wouldn't arrogantly think he was the only high-quality new player in "Evolution Paradise."

Struggling against heaven, against earth, against men—what endless joy that brings!

An hour later, Red Queen, driving a puppet vehicle, returned to Meng Yi's "White Studies · Biological Psionic Technology Research Institute."

Meng Yi looked at Little Red with a complicated expression—she was loaded down with big bundles and small parcels, having reaped quite a haul.

This little one had cost him a D-Rank World Origin Crystal and 14,000 Paradise Coins, back and forth.

He'd thought she'd be useful for a while, but who knew she'd be rendered obsolete so quickly by technological iteration, reduced to just a grunt for odd jobs.

Still, it was precisely because he'd certified Red Queen and her tech tree that he could perfect his "White Studies System."

Modifying Red Queen's life form had sparked the inspiration for his "White Studies Battle Body v1.0."

Every bite and sip, every gain and loss—a blessing in disguise, who could say?

"Chairman, why are you looking at me?"

Red Queen, standing on the puppet's shoulder, scratched her cheek. Was it her imagination, or had Meng Yi turned into a bigger, stronger version of a Biological Psionic Computer?

"Nothing. Come back."

Meng Yi extended his right hand, and Red Queen obediently transformed into a black-and-red glove.

[Prompt: Time remaining before Derivative Worldview Instance opens: 120min. Player 'White Devil' is about to return to 'Evolution Paradise.']

[Cross-dimensional teleportation begins!]

Still unable to comprehend the teleportation mechanism, Meng Yi opened his eyes to find himself back in his personal residence in the "Paradise Residential Zone."

"Two hours of prep time?"

With a steady mindset, Meng Yi self-deprecatingly remarked, "Pretty generous, but I've got nothing to show for it."

Still, this served as a wake-up call—he couldn't let this happen again. At the very least, he needed to keep one or two thousand Paradise Coins on hand.

Not to buy life-saving consumables, but at least to replenish his empty biomass energy.

Broke as a joke, Meng Yi didn't bother joining the crowd outside. He sat in his chair, waiting as time ticked away.

Time flew, and the generous preparation time granted by Paradise was exhausted.

[Derivative World Instance creating—Creation complete!]

[World Background: A thousand years ago, by chance and fate, the first demon, known as the 'Ruler of Demons,' was born. The evil demon styled itself as 'a being infinitely close to perfection,' and in its quest for true 'perfection,' it ceaselessly sought ways to patch its flaws.]

The Destiny Bearer fell to the schemes of evil demons, swallowed by the torrent of time, yet left behind breathing techniques to contend with those demons.

As the years passed, in the mid-Fusang Taisho Era (early 20th century), a wave of technological revolution swept through, nations stirred with ambition, and the supernatural lurked in shadowy corners.

Rumor had it that when night fell, evil demons would emerge to devour the living. The Demon Slayer Corps also rose to slay these demons, protecting the peace of the land.

[World Difficulty: lv1~lv24.]

[Dungeon Type: 2v2 Faction Confrontation.]

[Basic Mission: Choose either the Demon Faction or the Demon Slayer Corps Faction, join them to master supernatural power, and help your faction end a thousand-year-old grudge.]

[Mission Reward: Winning members receive D-Rank World Origin Crystal·1 + 5000 Paradise Coins; losing members receive no basic reward.]

[Side Quest: None. Players are to discover on their own.]

Cold... shaking...

"You're the worst of this batch of newcomers."

Meng Yi, draped in a Black and Red Long Coat and wearing Black Gold Pattern Glasses, had his right hand's Paradise Emblem concealed by a Black and Red Glove.

He was the first to wake, leaning against an aged ancient tree, his gaze fixed on the 'teammate' not far away—well, probably.

A typical East Asian female appearance; even a black Special Operations uniform couldn't hide her well-proportioned figure.

What drew Meng Yi's attention most was the absurdly large sniper rifle beside her—no, calling it a 'Sniper Cannon' seemed more fitting.

"..."

"It's just the two of us. What do you mean, 'this batch of newcomers'?!"

The woman who had just woken up shot back sharply, while still scanning her surroundings.

She pressed her palm to the ground, flipped up with agile grace, hooked the Sniper Cannon's grip with her toe, and with a flashy series of moves, slung it onto her back.

"2v2 Faction Confrontation mode?"

"No time limit?!"

"A dungeon difficulty of lv1 to lv24?!"

"Demon, Demon Slayer Corps, Little Sun... Little Sun with decent lives, Taisho Era..."