Myriad Kalpas of Yin Spirits Cannot Enter Sainthood

To be fair, a "Psionicist" like Meng Yi, who could blend into a crowd and stay steady as hell, could replicate Sakura Man Gun at the low end, reenact Archduke Ferdinand and Meilezong's "burst of inspiration" in the middle, or spend time controlling people one by one at the high end... Cough cough.

It was easy to dodge an open gunshot but hard to guard against a hidden arrow. And what about a hidden gun?

The dangers lurking in the shadows had a far more terrifying upper limit of Destructive Power than the obvious threats caused by Biohazard Crisis.

Meng Yi, who considered himself a "normal person," could come up with several decent ideas with barely any thought.

For example, Big Ivan detonating Mount Fuji, while humanity's surface nuclear arsenals concentrated their bombardment on Yellowstone Volcano.

Then volcanic ash would blot out the sky, and nuclear contamination would cover the earth.

The version would be upgraded in one step, fast-forwarding into a composite extreme survival mode of "Ice Age + Radiation Ruins + Underground Shelter + Biohazard Crisis," where everyone could happily type GG together.

The mutated virus strains would sigh in admiration. "Big brother, don't you think you're being a little too extreme?"

The Five Big Rogues: "We thought the Biohazard Crisis version was already unbeatable, but someone turned out to be even fiercer than Biohazard Crisis itself. Whose general is he?!"

Failed Art Student burst into tears. "I'm not as good as you! Humanity doesn't deserve this!"

Cough cough! He had gone off on a tangent!

Doctor Meng was a civilized, polite cultured person. How could he possibly have such extreme, evil, vile, crude thoughts?

"I, Meng, hereby promise that unless absolutely necessary, I will never use the Ultimate Trump Card of flipping the table!"

Suppressing the thought of becoming an Ancestor Person, Meng Yi searched every corner of the conference room while studying Evolution Paradise's semi-datafied interface.

Although Evolution Paradise called its chosen ones "players," it did not have traditional game attributes such as strength, agility, constitution, intelligence, and spirit. Instead, it roughly summarized Spirit Strength and Body Strength.

High-level Psionic Power with such immense Destructive Power was rated C+ by Evolution Paradise, while Body Strength at the level of an ordinary human was rated F.

"So it's divided into F, E, D, C, B, A, S...?"

"The Overall Evaluation is interesting. The destruction an individual can cause is far more than simply 'smashing a crater.' The same account data would produce vastly different results in the hands of a professional player and an ordinary player."

"Timing, terrain, and human factors can all become auxiliary elements of so-called 'combat power.'"

Meng Yi knew himself well. He was a Glass Cannon, the kind of fragile mage who could theoretically be killed by a child holding a dagger.

"Completing my Weaknesses is imperative!"

At the thought of "cancel," the semi-datafied interface vanished from Meng Yi's mind.

He immediately elevated partially completing his Weaknesses in the Selection Dungeon to his highest priority.

Pure Yangzi · Lu Zu, patriarch of the Danding Sect of Daoism in Meng Yi's Previous Life, once said, "To cultivate nature but not life is the foremost disease of cultivation. To cultivate only one's innate nature but not the elixir, then through myriad kalpas, yin spirits cannot enter sainthood."

Body Strength was necessary, and so was Spirit Strength.

They had to advance side by side. Both hands had to be grasped, and both hands had to be strong.

Changing careers to White Robe Dual-Wielding Berserker Gandalf was out of the question. Being a plain and unadorned Hexagonal Cultured Person would be Just Fine.

As it happened, the five major Psionics Systems included the Biochemical System, which strengthened the body. Perhaps the Composite Virus in the Selection Dungeon could become an opportunity to touch upon the Biochemical System branch.

Over the past few years, Meng Yi had felt that his Spirit Strength had reached its limit. If it rose any further, he might lose control at any moment.

If the quality and capacity of the "container" were insufficient, how could it bear higher levels of spirit and Psionic Power?

The Spirit Strength and Psionic Power stuck at C+ and unable to advance even an inch were the best proof of Meng Yi's speculation.

Of the three teammates, the silver-haired, blue-and-pink-eyed girl was still spacing out, while Meng Yi and Luo Ji both worked quite efficiently.

Put aside the urge to save others, respect other people's fates, and refuse to indulge in self-righteous sentimentality.

If they had no intention of saving themselves, did they Still want to count on others to lend them a hand?

As for women, forget it!

With their lives hanging by a thread, who the hell had the mood to think about that stuff between men and women?

Such Heavyweight Contestants whose little heads ruled their big heads were already too stupid to be saved.

Meng Yi cared only about how to Complete Shortcomings and how to Maximize Profit within a month. Romance had never been within his considerations.

Luo Ji, meanwhile, cared about his wife and child back home, as well as Blue Star Civilization, which was currently under threat from the Three-Body Civilization.

Not long ago, Meng Yi and Luo Ji found quite a few relatively intact documents in the messy conference room.

Since this was Biohazard Crisis, they had to be careful to handle things gently and avoid making too much noise.

Thirty-something Luo Ji and Meng Yi, whose psychological age was even greater when his Previous Life and Current Life were Added together, were neither foolish nor dim-witted.

The two casually found a relatively clean patch of tiled floor, sat facing each other, and exchanged the information they had found.

The "composite" smell on Meng Yi made Luo Ji frown repeatedly.

The mature-minded Luo Ji did not comment on it and instead took the initiative to speak.

"Young Brother White Devil, according to the newspaper, the place we're in is called Raccoon City, probably a small city somewhere in America."

"Not long ago, a virus leak occurred at the laboratory of a pharmaceutical company called Umbrella Corporation in Raccoon City, causing tremendous repercussions for the city."

"The building we're in seems to have been built by Umbrella Corporation."

As if afraid Meng Yi could not understand English, Luo Ji pointed to the relevant report in the newspaper and read it aloud to Meng Yi Word by Word.

Then he pointed at the Red-and-White Octagonal Umbrella Logo in one of the newspaper's color illustrations.

Afterward, he raised his chin, signaling Meng Yi to look up at the Red-and-White Umbrella Logo embedded in the conference room wall.

Meng Yi did not reveal the intelligence he possessed from his Previous Life. Producing the documents he had found, he spoke in the Common Tongue of the Human Empire from Warhammer World. "Mr. Wallfacer, have you noticed? We aren't speaking the same language, yet we can clearly understand what the other means."

"There's no need to mention Evolution Paradise, which so easily pulls people in. 'Universal language' is presumably one of the basic benefits for players."

As an outstanding graduate of Shuimu University, Luo Ji had already made the same conjecture. What Meng Yi Said was exactly what he had been thinking.

Communication between smart people was simple. There was No need to laboriously explain too much, and Luo Ji gave a slight nod to indicate that he understood.

Meng Yi spread out the meeting documents that had been left behind during the hasty evacuation.

"A Biohazard Crisis virus leak occurred in Raccoon City. Umbrella Corporation was jointly sanctioned and dismantled by multiple Economic Bodies, then declared complete bankruptcy Not long ago afterward."

Now things got interesting. It was not false that Raccoon City suffered a Biohazard Crisis, and it was not false that the T-Virus spread, but Raccoon City was never struck by a Tactical Nuclear Bomb.

Of course. How could Eagle Sauce possibly perform "surgery" on its own soil?

Raccoon City, which no longer had any survivors, still held value: it was a breeding ground for viruses, a natural Testing Ground for raising poisonous creatures, and a trial site for biochemical shock troops!

Humans who desperately craved "immortality" were often the best at destroying themselves.