The 30-day rest period had only a few hours left. Meng Yi felt as if it had passed in the blink of an eye and could only sigh, "There are no years in research."
Through the mental network covering 78.5 square kilometers, he called for Psionic Familiar Queen to hurry back. Meng Yi himself curled up on the sofa with his eyes closed, looking every bit like a lazy salted fish.
"Huh? My situation is somewhat similar to the legendary 'First Generation.'"
As his thoughts drifted and scattered, he suddenly recalled a xuanhuan web novel he had read in his previous life.
His situation was indeed rather similar to those "First Generation" individuals with extraordinary constitutions, unusual physiques, and innate divine abilities, though he was still far weaker than them.
Being a "First Generation" was equivalent to receiving a guaranteed pass to the peak of the Human Dao Realm. The most outstanding among them might even have the chance to ascend to the Immortal Dao Realm.
Meng Yi's self-created "White Studies Battle Body 1.0 · 5% Progress" came with an extremely powerful defensive "Life Force Field" serving as its "Innate Divine Ability."
If he gave it a xuanhuan-style name, he could call it the "Heavenly Evolution Saint Body · Pinduoduo Version" or the "Supercomputing Divine Body · Beggar Version"...
"Sure enough, all paths ultimately lead to the same destination."
"There is no distinction between high and low among the Dao, only a difference in who arrives first."
Even the least impressive system had something to offer to a certain extent, such as that particular xuanhuan sewer system.
He could not ignore the potential of the nascent innate companion weapon, the nascent bloodline divine ability, the Divine Gear Smelting method, and the nascent concept of a divine spark just because "Blue Silver Entanglement" was laughable.
When a person was useless, they could not blame the road for being uneven.
With the same power system, the gap between a useless person and a normal person was even greater than that between a person and a stupid pig or clumsy ox.
"Once I modify my physique into the 2.0 version... then the 3.0 version... Through one technological iteration after another, it may not be impossible to create a 'White Studies Battle Body' that rivals or even surpasses top-tier physiques."
Meng Yi envisioned the future. By constantly coming into contact with the power systems of different Worldviews, he would combine the strengths of a hundred schools and open up a path forward. He had confidence that he could climb toward his goal without wavering.
Either he would successfully reach the summit, or he would fail and become an unremarkable handful of dust by the roadside.
From the moment, more than ten years ago, when he first used "Psionic Power" to snuff out the lives of Hive City Bottom residents, Meng Yi had gained an understanding of life and death.
If that day truly came, when the righteous had to eliminate him for the people's sake and uphold justice, killing him no matter what, there would be nothing worth making a fuss over.
If he could win, Meng Yi would grant those "righteous" people an equal death.
If he could not, he would run and return to settle the score after another technological iteration.
If he could not escape and a desperate struggle was useless, then he would smile and meet death generously, without the slightest resentment toward Heaven or anyone else.
There were far too many outstanding heroes beneath the heavens.
Meng Yi would not arrogantly assume that he was the only high-quality new player in "Evolution Paradise."
"Fight Heaven, fight Earth, fight people—the joy is endless!"
An hour later, Red Queen returned to Meng Yi's "White Studies · Biological Psionic Technology Research Institute" while driving a puppet vehicle.
Meng Yi gave Little Red, who had returned laden with bags and gained a great deal, a complicated look.
This little one had cost him a D-Rank World Origin Crystal plus 13,000 Paradise Coins in total.
He had thought it could be used for a while, but who could have expected it to be technologically iterated out of existence so quickly, leaving it fit only for odd jobs.
However, it was precisely because he had authenticated Red Queen and the Tech Tree that he had been able to perfect his "White Studies System."
Modifying Red Queen's Life Form had given Meng Yi the inspiration for the "White Studies Battle Body 1.0."
One drink, one peck; one gain, one loss. Who could say whether it was a blessing in disguise?
"Chairman, why are you looking at me?"
Standing on the puppet's shoulder, Red Queen scratched her cheek. She did not know whether it was merely her imagination, but why did Meng Yi seem to have become an enlarged, enhanced 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 until the Derivative Worldview Instance opens: 120 min. Player 'White Devil' is about to return to "Evolution Paradise."] [Cross-dimensional teleportation beginning!]
The Teleportation Mechanism remained incomprehensible as ever. When he opened his eyes, Meng Yi had returned to his personal residence in the "Paradise Residential Area."
"Two hours of preparation time?"
With a steady mindset, Meng Yi teased himself, "That's fairly generous. Too bad I don't have any batches."
Still, this matter had sounded an alarm for him. He could not do this again in the future. At the very least, he had to keep one or two thousand Paradise Coins on hand at all times.
He was not asking to buy life-saving consumables. At the very least, he needed to replenish his completely empty Biomass Energy.
Poor enough to rattle pots, Meng Yi did not go out to join the excitement. He sat in a chair and waited as the seconds ticked away.
Time flew, and the preparation time generously granted by Paradise was exhausted.
[Derivative World Instance creation in progress—creation complete!] [World Background: A thousand years ago, through a twist of fate, the First Demon known as the 'Ruler of Demons' was born. The Evil Demon styled himself 'a life-form infinitely close to perfection' and continually sought methods to make up for his deficiencies in pursuit of true 'perfection.' The Destiny Bearer fell into the river of time, defeated by the Evil Demon's schemes, but left behind a breathing method capable of resisting the Evil Demon. The years passed. In the middle of the Fusang Taisho Era—the early twentieth century—the tide of technological revolution swept across the world, the nations stirred restlessly, and the supernatural hid in dark corners. Rumor had it that whenever night fell, Evil Demons would emerge to devour living beings. There was also the Demon Slayer Corps, which slew Evil Demons and protected the peace of the region.] [World Difficulty: lv1~lv24.] [Instance Type: 2v2 Faction Confrontation.] [Basic Mission: Choose either the Demon Faction or the Demon Slayer Corps Faction, join it and master supernatural power, and help your faction bring an end to its thousand-year grudge.] [Mission Rewards: Members of the victorious side receive one D-Rank World Origin Crystal plus 5,000 Paradise Coins; members of the losing side receive no basic rewards.] [Side Quest: None. Players are requested to discover them on their own.]
Cold... shaking...
"You're the worst-quality one among this group of rookies."
Meng Yi wore a Black and Red Long Coat and Black Gold Pattern Glasses. The Black and Red Gloves on his right hand concealed the Paradise Emblem.
The first to awaken, he leaned against a fairly old ancient tree and looked toward his distant "teammate"—well, probably.
She had the ordinary appearance of an East Asian woman. A black special-operations uniform still could not conceal her fine figure.
What drew Meng Yi's attention most was the absurdly large-caliber sniper rifle beside his teammate. No, calling it a Sniper Cannon seemed more appropriate.
"..."
"There are only the two of us. What do you mean, 'this group of rookies'?!"
The newly awakened woman launched a sharp retort while remembering to survey her surroundings.
She braced one hand on the ground and nimbly flipped to her feet. With the tip of her foot, she hooked the Sniper Cannon's grip, then performed a flashy series of movements and slung the weapon onto her back.
"2v2 Faction Confrontation mode?"
"No time limit?!"
"An instance difficulty of lv1~lv24?!"
"Demons, the Demon Slayer Corps, Little Sun... players with pretty good lives in Little Sun... the Taisho Era..."
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