My Golden Finger Was Shocked by Me

In the quiet and vast expanse of the universe.

A B9-class spaceship was accelerating at a rate of 200 kilometers per second. Inside, over a hundred teenagers, seeing such a sight for the first time since birth, had no time to admire the boundless, magnificent starry sky displayed on the external simulation. They sat cross-legged on the floor, sweating profusely and grimacing as they resisted the intense gravity.

Even with the ship's gravity regulation system, it could not fully offset the powerful acceleration overload. The pressure of 20,000 times standard planetary gravity, even after being reduced by ninety percent, was still too much for these teenagers who had just broken through to the planetary level.

Among them, a teenager on the edge of the crowd wearing a black combat suit had veins bulging on his forehead, yet he still managed to divert a portion of his focus toward a blurry, token-shaped birthmark on his chest.

The teenager was named Jiang Yao, a transmigrator.

After passing away from a serious illness, he had begun a new life with the cry of an infant.

However, he had originally assumed he had transmigrated to the future, as the world he was born into possessed highly advanced technology.

It had even achieved distribution according to need; everyone was free from worries about food and clothing, and all basic life necessities were provided for free.

He thanked his past life's accumulated merit countless times. Having been the type of person who wouldn't even bear to step on an ant, he was truly favored by the heavens. What kind of luck was it to be reborn into a Great Harmony society?

He didn't expect to discover something was wrong once he started school at age five.

Terms like "seventh-rank cosmic bloodline," "student level," "planetary level," "elementary cosmic civilization," and "intermediate civilization" were all dumped onto his head during the very first general knowledge class.

Without much effort, he retrieved a novel titled Swallowed Star from his now-hazy memories of his past life.

Jiang Yao, who had been preparing to enjoy life in a Great Harmony society, was shocked to accept this reality.

The world he had transmigrated into was a universe where slave trading was rampant and the law of the jungle was the fundamental rule. It was also a world where great power belonged to the individual, where the strong could destroy stars and live forever.

Realizing this, Jiang Yao immediately began searching for a golden finger.

In this world, without a golden finger, life would be arduous, and he would have no chance of becoming a powerhouse in this lifetime.

The heavens were kind; the golden finger he had searched for in vain for over a decade had finally awakened a few days ago, just after he broke through to the planetary level.

The golden finger was called the Taihuan Token, appearing as a blurry tattoo on his chest. Inside was a space containing a creature that looked like a suckling pig with two pairs of wings, which called itself the Taihuan Token Envoy.

According to the Taihuan Token Envoy, its origin was a world called the Tianhuang Ancient Continent.

Under the command of the Gouchen God Emperor of the Tianhuang Ancient Continent, the sect master of the Taihuan Sect, Divine Lord Taihuan, had met with disaster and perished, leading to the destruction of the Taihuan Sect.

Fortunately, Divine Lord Taihuan had been prepared; before his death, he scattered 129,600 Taihuan Tokens.

The Taihuan Tokens contained the inheritance of Divine Lord Taihuan. Once a token holder cultivated to a level recognized by the Taihuan Token Envoy, they could be guided by the Taihuan Token to the final inheritance site of Divine Lord Taihuan, pass through numerous trials, and obtain the final inheritance to become the new Divine Lord Taihuan.

Of course, the condition for obtaining the inheritance was that one must eventually restore the Taihuan Sect and avenge Divine Lord Taihuan.

And Jiang Yao was the holder of one of these Taihuan Tokens.

It seemed that it was also because of the Taihuan Token that Jiang Yao had transmigrated to the Swallowed Star world.

The Taihuan Token contained an envoy to help the holder better cultivate and receive the inheritance.

However, Jiang Yao had automatically translated "Taihuan Token" into "Taihuan System" in his mind, and the so-called envoy was simply the system's AI.

It was just that this envoy's attitude toward Jiang Yao was "arrogant" at first and then "crazy," leaving him somewhat speechless.

It first arrogantly accused Jiang Yao of being too weak, only waking from its slumber once he reached the planetary level, and then spoke in a noble and cold manner, saying things like, "Divine Lord Taihuan was a truly invincible existence, even the God Emperor had to treat him with courtesy," and "Being able to obtain the inheritance of Divine Lord Taihuan is a heaven-sent opportunity."

But immediately after the Taihuan Token Envoy began communicating with Jiang Yao and started to understand the world they were in, it went "crazy"—the more it learned, the crazier it became.

Even now, the winged, suckling-pig-like envoy inside the Taihuan Token had yet to recover.

The winged pig flew back and forth in the void space of the Taihuan Token, receiving data from the ship—which had already entered the dark universe after completing its acceleration—and looking at the gorgeous scene on the screen that resembled an ocean of light points, while muttering to itself.

"How is this possible... Impossible... Could this be another Source World?"

"Impossible... Impossible... This shouldn't be."

"Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming!"

"Wait, I'm not even a living being, how could I dream? Hmm, it must be a hallucination!"

What should I do if my golden finger is crazy?

Jiang Yao watched the crazy performance of the pig inside the Taihuan Token with a mix of helplessness and amusement.

He had heard of hosts being driven to madness by systems or other golden fingers, but never of a system being shocked to madness by its host.

Beyond his helplessness, Jiang Yao was also somewhat thoughtful.

Looking at its performance and combining it with other information it had revealed, it wasn't hard to guess that the 129,600 Taihuan Tokens scattered after the death of Divine Lord Taihuan were likely all supposed to be on the Tianhuang Ancient Continent.

Yet unexpectedly, one token—at least his Taihuan Token—was not on the Tianhuang Ancient Continent, but had arrived in a different Source World.

Based on this, while the pig's behavior was somewhat reasonable, it was also undeniably bizarre.

Looking at it optimistically, this was a miraculous encounter, like finding a secret manual after falling off a cliff.

Looking at it pessimistically...

Divine Lord Taihuan met with disaster and scattered over a hundred thousand tokens, claiming they contained his inheritance, and that once a holder was recognized, they would be guided to the final inheritance site to pass trials and become the new Divine Lord Taihuan.

Tsk tsk, it was quite possible that being guided to this so-called inheritance site was a one-way trip, like a meat bun thrown at a dog.

Having read countless novels, Jiang Yao used his rich imagination to weave a story about Divine Lord Taihuan setting up a grand scheme for resurrection from behind the scenes.

From "raising a pig to eat for healing" to "possessing the host from behind the scenes," Jiang Yao came up with several versions in an instant.

However, no matter how toxic the golden finger might be, he had no intention of refusing it.

Even if it were a conspiracy, there would surely be some sweetness to it; even when raising pigs, you have to feed them fodder to fatten them up, and you have to fatten them before you slaughter them.

Moreover, from the words of the Messenger, Jiang Yao could basically confirm that something had definitely gone wrong with his Taihuan Token, perhaps even disrupting the entire arrangement set up by Divine Lord Taihuan.

Being in a different Source World is equivalent to being separated by a firewall; even if he had some means, the hand of Divine Lord Taihuan might not be able to reach into this world.

He was self-aware enough to know that without a golden finger, given his aptitude, he might not even reach the level of a World Lord or Domain Lord, let alone an Immortal God.

Let alone the fact that he was planning to latch onto the Galaxy Overlord in the future.

Therefore, regardless of whether this candy was poisoned or what the future consequences might be, he had to eat it.

The race his current body belonged to was called the Lingtong Race, a top-tier seventh-rank human bloodline with an average lifespan exceeding 200 years, and they were at the seventh rank of Apprentice level upon reaching adulthood.

The high-level civilization country he was in was the Xuanshang Universe Kingdom, separated from the Ganwu Universe Kingdom by an unknown number of light-years.

Upon realizing the infinitely vast space separating the Lingtong Race from Earth, although Jiang Yao still hadn't given up on the idea of latching onto that thigh—that great existence who led the human race to the peak of the Universe Ocean, defeated the World Beasts, and passed through the cycle of reincarnation.

There was no shame in latching onto that thigh, was there?

When you think about it, the Chaos City Lord, the human race, and even the origin of the Primal Universe all had to latch onto the Galaxy Overlord's thigh; what did he, a small shrimp, have to be reserved about?

But since reality had placed him and Luo Feng countless light-years apart, perhaps even separated by a vast stretch of time, he would just have to rely on himself until he could latch onto that thigh.

No matter how dazzling the Galaxy Overlord was, or how powerful the human race was as a whole, it did not change the fact that the law of the jungle prevailed within the human race.

The pressure of survival made Jiang Yao, who had found nothing after searching for a golden finger, perk up again and put his all into cultivation.

At the very least, he had to live until the day he could latch onto that thigh, right?

The world of Swallowed Star was not suitable for a low-profile approach; playing the pig to eat the tiger was even less appropriate—if you act like a pig, you will never become a tiger in this lifetime.

While you are there huffing and puffing to cultivate genetic energy, geniuses are soaking in nutrient solutions and going straight from the first rank to the ninth.

While you are racking your brains to enter secret realms for training and slaughter, geniuses are sitting at home, spoiled for choice with hundreds of open secret realms and various missions.

One step ahead, every step ahead.

So-called biding one's time is something for monsters like Kedi or Luo Feng to consider; if you want to become a powerhouse, you must spare no effort to radiate your most dazzling light on the road of growth. For every bit more dazzling your light is, ten times more resources will be invested in you.

Lingtong people can generally reach the ninth rank of Apprentice level before the age of 50.

However, the Stellar level is a significant hurdle. Although many Lingtong people can cross the threshold of the Stellar level after the age of 100, the clan will not spend resources to cultivate such people.

Only those who can break through to the Stellar level within 25 years are considered good cultivation seeds; they will be taken to the headquarters of the Lingtong Race's Yanhe Star System branch, Yanhe Star, to be cultivated, invested with resources, and taught secret techniques.

Perhaps it was because the transmigrator's soul had merged with the native's, but in any case, Jiang Yao's talent was considered top-tier on his planet. It took him nineteen years to finally break through to the Stellar level, and after waiting for more than half a year, he finally caught the "shuttle bus."

The Lingtong Race is a major power in the Yanhe Star System, controlling tens of thousands of life planets, hundreds of which are dedicated to raising and nurturing children from infancy to adolescence.

The way the Lingtong Race raises their offspring is socialized upbringing; young Lingtong people are concentrated on specialized planets for education and learning, and they must leave the planet where they grew up after reaching adulthood at 30.

Cultivation seeds who can break through to the Stellar level before the age of 25 are regularly picked up and sent to Yanhe Star for cultivation, and the spaceship they were on was the "shuttle bus" that regularly transported geniuses.

And once they arrived at Yanhe Star, they would still have to undergo a grading assessment, with resources provided for cultivation according to different levels of talent. That was why Jiang Yao was currently trying hard to soothe the emotions of the "pig" inside the Taihuan Token, so as to obtain the cultivation technique inheritance as soon as possible.

At the door of the spaceship's safety cabin, a burly man with his eyes tightly closed was "scanning" the teenagers struggling bitterly inside the cabin.

"This batch of seeds doesn't look as excellent as the last one."

Another middle-aged woman, also with her eyes closed, said gently, "Prose, you are too harsh on the children. Most of them have only just entered the Stellar level and haven't learned any secret techniques yet; you can't tell anything right now."

"Hmph." Prose, who looked like a burly man, gave a soft snort. "At least you can tell the strength of their spiritual force."

"Our Lingtong Race has nothing special about our physical bodies, and having just stepped into the Stellar level, naturally, we have no way to cultivate physical secret techniques. But the strength of one's spiritual force and willpower can distinguish the level of talent. Those with weak spiritual force and willpower won't go far even if they cross into the Stellar level one day and awaken their spirit eyes; they aren't worth investing too many resources to cultivate."

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman sighed, "How can one expect every batch of children to have a genius of Gaichen's level?"