God's Chosen Savior

Tony was very satisfied.

He had acquired the basic knowledge of this profession.

He now knew what kind of vast civilization it was.

It had almost reached the limits of civilization.

However, as he looked at Shen Mo, he was even more amazed that a civilization of this level had still been surpassed by the Beyonder.

"You look quite satisfied." Shen Mo smiled.

"Of course. Energy that has directly decayed from the void, with such incredible assimilative and devouring properties, is simply unbelievable. It can even be used as magic. I think I need to completely upgrade my armor." Tony sighed, brimming with energy.

"Then keep going. The Limited Series Chests are where the real beginning lies." Shen Mo smiled.

"I'm really looking forward to it." Tony began the next Chest Opening.

After opening around two thousand three hundred Level 3 Chests, he had finally reached his limit.

In terms of his actual strength, he was still far behind the other peak Chest Openers.

But as long as he was given enough time,

and could turn the knowledge in his mind into practical devices, his strength might become the greatest among all the peak Chest Openers—or, of course, it might become the weakest. That was the nature of knowledge.

"I'm basically a fallen apostle now." Tony joked to himself. "I've lost nearly all my equipment and can't even contact the empire. Aside from the incomplete Psionic Energy flowing through my body, I have nothing."

"But not every apostle possesses knowledge like yours." Shen Mo shrugged, then pointed with one finger. "Now, return to where you belong."

"Wait—" Tony seemed to still have something to say, but his body began plummeting nonstop. Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Tony!" A voice filled with surprise and exhaustion came from beside him.

"Pepper."