I Want to Become Stronger

Late at night, Cloud Firmament City, Grand Tutor's Mansion.

Above the night sky, stars cascaded like a waterfall, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on this land of only half a planet.

The night was quiet, only the night watchman came at the third watch, saying, "Third watch of the night, be careful of Fire Bamboo."

In the Grand Tutor's Mansion, little Wang Shu, after being served by a group of lovely and beautiful maids, lay in bed, ready to sleep.

Today was a fulfilling day. Although he didn't calculate the flame, the fact that his hand could emit smoke was a considerable gain.

As a second-generation official, Wang Shu was born ahead of most people, plus he had 001.

As long as he worked hard, wouldn't reaching the peak of life be easy?

"Third watch of the night, be careful of Fire Bamboo!"

The long, sharp voice of the night watchman on the street pulled Wang Shu back to reality.

Wang Shu complained about this. They were already a civilization that could create gods and traverse galaxies!

Why did it still feel so backward to him? Couldn't they install a few cameras on the street at night and hide in their nests to watch the monitors? That would be better than going out to patrol.

Putting aside this resentment, after a long silence, Wang Shu connected to 001 and said:

"001, I want to become stronger!"

"There are many ways to become stronger, but the prerequisite is that you, the host, must have traffic," 001 replied in a mechanical voice.

"Can I recharge? A hundred taels of gold," Wang Shu couldn't help but joke.

"No."

001's voice was still the same, without any emotional expression, making Wang Shu feel like it was a silent gourd.

"Although there is insufficient traffic to provide the host with more direct assistance, there are many ways to obtain traffic value. Currently, it seems that there is only one way to quickly obtain traffic value," 001 said again.

"What method?" Wang Shu's eyes lit up, piquing his interest.

"If the host wants to become stronger, 001 naturally wants to as well. It's just that most of the data is damaged, the functions are closed, and it needs to collect various data origins to fill itself and constantly evolve," 001 said.

"Data origin?" Wang Shu heard this new concept for the first time.

"The Trailblazer Civilization stands at the peak of the infinite multi-dimensional multiverse, and its technology has long since digitized the infinite universe.

In other words, in 001's eyes, everything in this universe is data, is information. But not all data information can be collected and filled.

The data origin in 001's eyes has many names in the infinite universe, such as the Heavenly Dao, the will of the world, and so on."

"You mean you want me to go and fight the Heavenly Dao?" Wang Shu thought of a terrible fact.

"Are you capable?" 001 asked rhetorically, then said:

"For 001, the will of the world and the Heavenly Dao are just a bunch of intelligent data bodies, and it's easy to deal with them."

Listening to 001's boastful tone, Wang Shu really thought it was the case at first.

Then 001 added:

"That was before, now it's a bit difficult."

"Alright, tell me exactly what to do, 001."

Wang Shu had a feeling he was on a pirate ship with an uncertain future, but it was okay, he was still young.

"Host's traffic value is only 810M, and the balance is seriously insufficient. 001 will consume 500M of traffic to randomly teleport the host to a new plane, where there may be danger, but there are also large traffic packages waiting for the host to receive.

So, choose!"

001's mechanical voice sounded.

"Teleport!" Wang Shu thought for a moment and replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep vortex suddenly appeared in the void with a "ah" sound, swallowing Wang Shu.

The Grand Tutor's Mansion was still quiet, as if it hadn't heard the sound coming from Wang Shu's room.

This was a remote little mountain village, with about twenty or thirty households, roughly around a hundred people.

From a distance, the small village was peaceful and serene, with wisps of smoke rising, and a clear stream flowing along the entrance of the village.

Old people sat under the trees at the entrance of the village to rest, men worked in the fields, women spun clothes, and children ran to the stream to catch fish and shrimp.

The scene was incredibly harmonious and enviable. But soon a burst of noise rang out, and the distant official road was covered with gray dust, obscuring half of the sky, as if some flood or beast had appeared.

The people in the small village were frightened and ran together, wanting to see what was going on.

Someone shouted, "The bandits are coming, the bandits are coming."

The villagers moved at the sound, and the young and strong men returned to the village, holding iron farm tools to block the entrance of the village and defend their homes.

At the same time, on the western horizon of the small village, where the setting sun was about to fall, a dark hole rotated out of the void, and a small figure emerged from it.

"Where is this?" Wang Shu looked around at the new environment he was in.

Surrounded by green hills and clear waters, there was a lush forest, and the ground was covered with green grass, colorful butterflies flying, a scene full of vitality.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if there was less sand in the air!

"Ding, successfully arrived in a new plane!"

"Ding, data synchronization started!"

"Ding, traffic package random generation program running!"

"Whether to implant the program!"

A series of prompts sounded in Wang Shu's mind, making his ears ring, but he still instinctively chose: "Yes!"

"Traffic package program implantation in progress, program conversion approximately: The late Tang Dynasty, the world is in chaos. War is raging, and people are struggling to survive.

Peach Blossom Village lives in seclusion, isolated from the world. The bandits are coming, and a hundred years of peace has been broken today.

Ding, please protect the villagers of Peach Blossom Village from the harm of the bandits, ensure the task (program) is successfully completed (loaded), time is a quarter of an hour, randomly obtain a traffic package."

Wang Shu was a little confused, and understood the essence of the so-called traffic program, which was actually doing tasks and getting rewards.

He couldn't help but look at the bandits riding three strong horses in the distance, and then look at his small arms and legs, could this task be completed?

"001, if I don't complete this task, won't I be obliterated by you!" Wang Shu suddenly thought of something and asked.

"That kind of boring trick is only used by low-end intelligence. Besides, 001 and the host are in a symbiotic relationship. If you die, 001 will also die," 001 said, his tone quite arrogant.

"That's good. I won't take this mission. I'll take it when I'm strong enough!" Wang Shu breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his cold sweat.

"Host, although you are not forced to complete the mission, if the first mission cannot be completed, the second mission will not be able to proceed, and you will not be able to receive the traffic package. Without enough traffic, you will be trapped in this world forever.

"The most important point is that because the host is not a native of this world, 001 does not have enough traffic to reset your identity information. Once the mission time is exceeded, the host will be subjected to malice from this world!

"Host, please note that there are 13 minutes and 02 seconds left for the mission."

"Uh..."

After listening to 001's encouragement and intimidation, Wang Shu was silent for a while, looked at his small hands and feet, and then looked at the peaceful village. He resolutely raised his feet and walked towards that land with incomparable determination.

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