I Thank Myself

After a short rest, Old Song, with his ever-changing tone and expressions, vividly and engagingly recounted the situation of the Human Race's battle against other Demon Race species.

The surrounding audience was alternately filled with righteous indignation, burning passion, and disappointment.

Although Lu Mingyuan wasn't seeing Lao Song manipulate people's emotions for the first time, he couldn't help but admire him inwardly. What a talent!

If this Lao Song had been around in his previous life, he would have been a master at selling success seminars, guaranteed to trick people.

Actually, Lu Mingyuan wouldn't believe a single word Lao Song said about the fighting process or details.

He figured these were all deductions based on the war's outcome, embellished with a bit of artistic flair, which is why they sounded the way they did.

However, he believed the outcome of the war itself was highly credible. Lao Song wouldn't dare, nor would he have a reason, to falsify that.

He heard from Jing Zhi's father that Lao Song had served in the military for a few years and had been to the border, which explained his ability to deduce these things.

At this point, Lao Song had reached the end of his story.

"This time, our Human Race simultaneously declared war on twenty-five Demon Race species. We achieved outright victories in twenty-one battles, including those against the Star Lion, Golden Toad, Rabbit, Nether Butterfly, Wind-Splitting Crane, and Exploding Cloud Ox..."

"We won, but with little spoils: the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, Teary-Eyed Monkey, Jiao Dragon, and Cloud-Piercing Phoenix. These four species."

"Therefore, this border war was a great victory for our Human Race! An unprecedented great victory."

After Lao Song finished, a middle-aged man excitedly stood up and exclaimed:

"It truly is an unprecedented great victory! Ever since the Demon Race appeared, I've never heard of anyone winning a war without taking any damage. This is the first time."

"I haven't either! Normally, we exchange blows with them, but this time there were no casualties. This is indeed an unprecedented great victory."

"We eliminated over two hundred thousand enemies. I heard that on the border battlefield, the lowest rank was a Three-Star Cultivator. Killing one of them would yield at least a thousand Earth Luck points. So, just from this war alone, we earned over two hundred million Earth Luck points. Over two hundred million!"

Everyone present knew the value of Earth Luck. Hearing about over two hundred million Earth Luck points suddenly made them all look eager.

Just then, a blue-robed scholar mused, "Two hundred million points. If all of that were mine, wouldn't I be invincible?"

As soon as the blue-robed scholar finished speaking, the young master in green robes sitting next to him scoffed, "Earth Luck can't increase your cultivation, so how would you be invincible? At best, you could learn all the rare and powerful supernatural powers. But if your cultivation is low and your spiritual energy is limited, you won't even be able to use them. How would you be invincible then?"

Seeing his friend's attempt to deflate his enthusiasm, the blue-robed scholar retorted somewhat indignantly, "Do you think I'm stupid? Earth Luck can be traded. Then I could hire others to tutor me, and maybe I could even become a Grandmaster-level expert. I'd definitely be invincible in our Changfeng City then."

"You..."

This time, the young master in green robes was speechless. He looked at his companion of many years with surprise. How had this guy gotten so smart?

He wasn't usually like this, was he?

After a while, he finally said, "You, become a Grandmaster-level expert?"

Just as the blue-robed scholar was about to retort, someone else spoke up, "It would be great if we could also go to the battlefield to earn Earth Luck. A thousand points for killing one foreign race."

"Whoa, you really think it's that easy? They actually don't kill many people usually. After paying taxes, it has to be divided among ten thousand people, leaving very little, right? I remember when I was a soldier on the battlefield, I only got about one or two points a day on average, and that was after expenses. I couldn't save anything."

Judging by his words, this person was an experienced veteran.

At this moment, a man dressed as a warrior sighed, "Alas, it was better before. When everyone fought one-on-one, we still had a chance. Ever since the [Combined Forces Supernatural Power] appeared a hundred years ago, the battlefield is filled with Grandmaster-level experts formed into ten-thousand-man groups. We can't even withstand the residual shockwaves, let alone anything else."

As he spoke, the man shook his head, as if wishing to return to the era when Earth Luck points could be easily earned.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone refuted, "I don't envy that. You don't know what it was like a hundred years ago. Dozens of races were in a massive war, and tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, died daily as if it were nothing. It's much safer now, isn't it?"

"That's true!"

The warrior-dressed man remembered the descriptions of mountains of corpses and seas of bones from history books and shuddered. He didn't want to live through such a bloody, precarious existence again.

As the saying goes, "Better to be a dog in peace than a human in chaos."

Besides, he was living quite well now. He didn't want to go back.

"By the way, Old Wang, if you want to earn Earth Luck points so badly, why don't you join the army?"

Old Wang, the man dressed as a warrior, sighed and replied, "Join the army? I'd love to. But now, only by forming a ten-thousand-man formation can one survive on the battlefield. As you know, after forming a ten-thousand-man formation using the [Combined Forces Supernatural Power] to become a giant, if the giant wants to use a supernatural power, everyone in the formation must possess the same supernatural power.

I don't have Earth Luck. If I learn a few more supernatural powers that aren't very useful normally, I'll be ruined. Unless I serve as a soldier my whole life."

"That's true! Our Human Luck isn't much to begin with, we can't waste it."

The supernatural powers required for a ten-thousand-man formation are usually niche, or rather, not suitable for the masses or lone wolves. They are only suitable for the battlefield. Therefore, if one were to retire, it would be equivalent to having learned many useless supernatural powers.

At this moment, Old Wang suddenly thought of something. He suddenly called out to the storyteller, Old Song, who was drinking tea, "Old Song, have you rested enough? You haven't talked about the Demon Race's pause yet."

"Yeah, that pause is the key! You haven't mentioned it."

"Old Song, you promised you'd talk about it today. Don't go back on your word! If you do, I'll go buy razor blades later."

"Exactly! I think the razor blades from Old Li's house next door are quite good, very sharp. Old Song will definitely like them."

Old Song was initially listening with great interest to people's bragging. Suddenly, seeing someone jokingly threatening to buy him razor blades, the hand holding his teacup trembled violently. It seemed he couldn't rest yet; he had to appease these patrons first.

Otherwise, what if someone actually bought them? That would be terrible.

Thinking this, Old Song suddenly coughed. The noisy crowd immediately fell silent.

"Before I mention the name of the supernatural power, I want to first thank one person. His name is 'Anonymous.' He created an illusionary supernatural power that can be used in combat, which led to this great victory."

"Of course, the soldiers' contributions should not be overlooked either."

Many people in the crowd suddenly understood when Lao Song mentioned "Illusion Supernatural Power that can be used in combat." If such a supernatural power truly existed, it could indeed cause the effect Lao Song described on the battlefield.

They trusted Lao Song's character and believed he wouldn't joke about this.

It seemed this was almost certain.

Moreover, judging by the organization of over twenty Ten-Thousand-Man Formations this time, this supernatural power shouldn't be expensive, likely not exceeding a thousand points.

This meant they could also learn this supernatural power.

At this thought, some were inexplicably delighted, others overjoyed, all eagerly awaiting Lao Song to reveal the name of the supernatural power so they could experience it.

Of course, there was one prerequisite: this supernatural power had to be available for sale on the Heavenly Dao Virtual Net.

If it could only be taught and spread privately, then they, as unaffiliated individuals, would have no hope. The military wouldn't allow others to possess such a great killing weapon.

Just then, Lao Song continued, "For all the reasons above, I believe this 'Anonymous' is fully qualified to be our Human Race hero. Don't you all agree?"

"If what you've said is true, then he certainly deserves it."

"I agree as well."

A moment later, seeing the crowd below agreeing, Lao Song excitedly shouted, "Alright then, let us thank our Human Race hero—Anonymous. It was he who gave us the opportunity for this great victory."

"Thank the Human Race hero—Anonymous!"

"Human Race hero—Anonymous!"

Instantly, the crowd erupted, seemingly immersed in the passionate atmosphere.

Not far away, Lu Mingyuan was also affected by the atmosphere in the restaurant and became excited. He took the opportunity to shout a few words, thanking this Human Race hero—Anonymous.

Truthfully, he didn't want to shout. But not shouting would make him seem out of place, which wasn't good.

However, thanking himself?

This was the first time he had done something like this, and the feeling was quite peculiar.

Afterward, Lu Mingyuan swept a strange glance at Lao Song in the center of the crowd.

To be honest, if he weren't too unfamiliar with Lao Song, he would have thought Lao Song was putting on a show for himself.