Technology in its late stages of development was indeed no worse than the mysterious path, but advancing technology was a matter for an entire race. It required far too much time and too many resources.
Moreover, the contradictions inherent in humanity meant that conflict between individuals would never disappear. The further technology advanced, the more it would become power wielded by the elites. As merely one cell within human civilization, the individual had no subjective initiative whatsoever.
Perhaps human civilization would not be destroyed by the Honkai Will at all, but be nuked back to peace by humanity's own conflicts, returning once again to primitive society.
Therefore, choosing the mysterious path—using survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle to select outstanding individuals from humanity, evolving them into forces capable of opposing the Honkai Will's strongest weapons, the Herrschers—was a very good choice.
Don't ask why Mo Yi could make up so much in that instant. In his previous life, Mo Yi had been a game planner responsible for all kinds of plot writing. If he were asked to write this world's background setting, he would probably have designed it this way.
Of course, there was no use overthinking it. Maybe this really was just a coincidence, a simple low-probability event—when the Honkai World encountered the resurgence of Aura.
After listening to Kiana explain the basics of cultivators, Mo Yi could not help advising Kiana, who was addicted to the sense of accomplishment she got from delivering food. "Kiana, don't you have any other plans? Are you going to keep delivering food forever?"
"Don't you think this is a meaningless waste of your life?"
Every man liked persuading fallen women to turn over a new leaf. At that moment, Mo Yi intended to persuade Kiana to do something meaningful. Delivering food could sustain her life, but it was not a long-term plan. Improving her strength, studying more, bettering herself, and learning more positions were the most suitable paths for a teenage girl like Kiana.
"Nope—"
Kiana did not get angry at Mo Yi's somewhat preachy words. Sensitive by nature, she could tell that he was speaking out of concern, not mocking her or showing off his superiority.
"For an E-class cultivator like me, if I want to rank up, I have to grind more missions. Only after my performance improves can I take the promotion assessment. The benefits after ranking up are worlds apart from what I get now. For me, delivering food is the best mission for grinding performance."
Mo Yi: "..."
Fine. Even the Cultivator Association evaluated performance. What a society.
"Besides, I'm on my own, so I need to earn money to live. Delivering food like this earns me a little over a hundred thousand a month—"
Kiana muttered gloomily:
"It's not much, but it's barely enough to get by. Once my cultivator rank rises, I won't have to work so hard doing these complicated low-level missions."
"Cough, cough—"
Thanks to memories from his previous life, Mo Yi had done fairly well on the path of literary plagiarism. But since he had not put much effort into it, he only made a little over ten thousand a month, with a few tens of thousands being his best monthly income. He had thought he was pretty impressive, but compared to Kiana, he was just a little brother.
At that moment, the way Mo Yi looked at Kiana became strange. All he wanted to say was:
"Kiana, coach me! I want to learn food delivery!"
He possessed the skill Riding EX. Even on a bicycle, he could outrun sports cars. With those driving skills and other abilities—such as the Shadow Clones of Master of Shadows, Zed—Mo Yi could create hundreds of clones without considering combat power. He felt that monopolizing food delivery across half of Changkong City would not be a problem.
An income of ten million a month no longer seemed out of reach.
No, he was a man destined to become the King of Games. How could he spend his time on something as trivial as making money?
Suppressing the temptation in his heart, Mo Yi complained:
"Kiana, if you make a hundred thousand a month, why are you still so poor?"
"I need to cultivate, maintain my firearms, buy ammunition, and all that. It costs a lot of money."
Kiana said gloomily:
"Those Stigmata Crystals... well, you might not know what they are. They're stones that speed up cultivation, and they're ridiculously expensive. Their price went up again recently. They're almost ten thousand each now. Other people use several a day, but I only use a few a month."
Mo Yi: "..."
I knew it would be like this.
How could you get stronger without spending money!
Fortunately, Mo Yi was destined to become a grinding master, a man who could level up and grow stronger simply by playing games. As for clearing the Little World Game, Mo Yi had not yet discovered any option to spend money on it.
If I could spend money, I'd top up a hundred million first.
Why should I grind when I can pay my way through it!
"Also, I plan to stop traveling around and settle down in Changkong City. I'll improve my strength and cultivator rank, and then I'll be able to access more useful information."
Kiana clenched her fists, her eyes brimming with determination. Whether she was speaking to Mo Yi or to herself, she said, "As long as I work hard, I'll definitely find him."
"You can do it—"
At that moment, Mo Yi felt Kiana suddenly become much larger in his eyes. He could not help picking up the happy water beside him, pouring Kiana a full cup, and handing it to her. "Good luck."
"Thanks—"
Kiana took the happy water and downed it in one gulp, somehow drinking it with the boldness of someone knocking back premium liquor. She giggled. "But my recent plan is to go to school first."
"Um, Senba Academy. Have you heard of it, Mo Yi?"
Mo Yi: "..."
Fine. Back when he had first entered high school, he had felt that the name Senba Academy was strangely familiar. But he had gotten used to it and eventually ignored it.
Now that Kiana mentioned it, wasn't Senba High School the important map where Kiana's protagonist group farmed monsters in Changkong City?
At that moment, Mo Yi became even more convinced that the world he was in really was the Honkai World. Then would the Honkai truly descend upon Changkong City?
As for why it descended upon Changkong City in winter, that was far too detailed. No matter how hard Mo Yi tried to remember, he could not recall it. It seemed to be related to another heroine of the Honkai World, Raiden Mei.
However, as a student of Senba High School, Mo Yi normally put all his attention into clearing the Little World Game and writing novels for money. At school, he was a typical loner. He knew everyone in his class, but not a single one could be called a friend.
I have many classmates, but very few friends.JPG.
With his information so limited, he naturally had no idea whether Senba Academy, which had tens of thousands of students, had a girl named Raiden Mei.
Mo Yi's home did not have grasslands, so he could not raise wild horses. Naturally, he had no interest in worrying about female classmates.
Once he quietly developed into this world's Great Demon King of meat, would he still need to worry about finding a wife?
Since he could not guarantee anything from the start, it was better not to start at all.
As someone who had been through it all, Mo Yi understood that principle.
"Uh, I've heard of it—"
Mo Yi complained:
"I'm studying there right now. What do you think?"
"What a coincidence—"
Kiana happily smacked her palm and laughed:
"Then I won't have to worry about finding my way around Senba Academy when I first arrive to register."
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