Modern people can't be wrong!
High-fiber protective suits, the kind you only find in modern research labs, and that... authentic Federation language!
When I was working there, the Federation had already been established for twenty years. Regular workplaces required employees to speak the Federation's unified language. However, the game they designed was only for the East Asian market, and the initial versions were all in Chinese. When I transmigrated here, they were also using classical Chinese.
Where does the task of the Federation language come from?
A great unease rose in Ziyue's heart, because those scenes gave her a sense of déjà vu. The King of Qin had once said that the memories of this group of people were all incomplete, but King of Qin had said at the time that it was better not to remember, that it was actually a good thing.
Clearly, the King of Qin was hiding something from them back then. However, the passionate young man who was willing to risk everything for the NPC human race back then made it hard to believe that he would harm them.
But is that really the case?
Perhaps the King of Qin of Qin back then wasn't as passionate as he appeared on the surface?
Heavenly Secrets clearly knows something. Why is he keeping it from his group?
He had clearly decided to switch sides, he had clearly sided with Chen Qing, so why...
Ziyue shook her head. Time was of the essence, and there was no way to force Heavenly Secrets to reveal the truth for the time being. Besides, forcing him wouldn't work anyway. The only way to find the truth was to wait until they returned from the north. The important thing now was to ensure Jiangnan's survival and to have the resources to fight against those ancient players before they would be qualified to explore the truth.
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Should we use it?
At this moment, Jiang Xiaoling, far away in White Cloud City in the southeast, looked at a red mark on her hand and hesitated.
Meanwhile, his parents in the hall were still sighing and groaning, but he ignored them. His mortal parents had limited abilities, and it was unrealistic to expect them to help him escape this crisis.
Now, all I can rely on is this mark.
He recalled the instructions given to him from above: a group of predecessors had arrived here before him, and their task was to correct this world, hence the name "Correctors." This mark was used to contact them and inform them of the latest updates.
But before contacting them, I need to figure out one thing: did that group of correctors betray humanity?
But now, how can he possibly figure all this out?
As a newcomer who retained complete memories and intelligence, his advantage was initially quite obvious. He had the latest analytical data and information that even the veteran players who could do whatever they wanted in this world did not have. This was the foundation for their correction team's comeback.
But all of this is predicated on the ability to grow stronger. Before that, he was quite optimistic because, according to the intelligence officer, the world was currently in a period of calm. All the veteran players were still dormant, the ancient times had not yet arrived, the human race had risen, and the demons had been driven out. It was the most stable and safe period in the world's countless years of history.
After he was born, that was indeed his initial impression of the place. For the first two years, he hadn't heard of any demons or monsters. It seemed that for ordinary people, demons only existed in stories and were incredibly far removed from them.
For the first two years, he almost thought he had been transported to the wrong place. Was this really the number one world in the system, known for its extreme danger?
This doubt persisted until the third year, when news of the Jiangnan zombie incident broke, claiming that hundreds of millions of people had perished. Upon hearing this number, he immediately realized that his time was running out.
So he began to display his mathematical talent, planning to have his adoptive father send him to Jiangnan. He also wanted to see who this rising Chen Qing in Jiangnan was, and why he possessed the Divine Path Style technique from the latest analytical materials.
Who exactly is he? Did the higher-ups send someone else besides myself?
That shouldn't be the case. This world is already under heavy lockdown. Sending anyone here now would be extremely costly. I am a gifted individual who can retain my memories even under various compression and decomposition conditions. My academic performance ranks first in the Federation. It is because of my outstanding abilities in all aspects that I was valued by the higher-ups, who used significant resources to help me break through the lockdown and come to this world. Based on my understanding of the Federation's current situation, the higher-ups have almost given up on this world. It is unlikely that they would spend such a huge amount of money to bring in a second person.
Originally, I planned to infiltrate Jiangnan and learn more about it, but I never expected that I wouldn't have that opportunity at all, and that I would soon be used to make medicinal wine.
In the new patch, there are all sorts of intelligence and shortcuts to boosting power, but it seems like I've lost all opportunities.
Activate the mark, summon those Corrector?
Jiang Xiaoling's youthful face contorted in distress, for once he activated it, there was no turning back. He didn't know what had become of those Corrector. According to the system administrator's intelligence, no one from that group of Corrector had transmitted any new information for twenty years. The higher-ups speculated that either they had all betrayed them, or they had all failed, entered Samsara, and lost their memories!
If it's the latter, that's easier to handle. First, summon them to save yourself, then slowly restore their memories, and then organize the new mission above.
If it's the former, summoning them now would be like delivering yourself to the enemy's door!
He had seen many examples of corrupted players here, how utterly depraved they would become. Those guys had lost themselves in power and strength, and were no different from the demons of this world.
But if I don't summon them and let myself be used to make medicinal wine, will I be able to retain my current memories in the next Samsara after I die?
If memories and intelligence are lost, then all those resources sent in from above were wasted!
Others might not know, but he certainly did! Time was running out!
Night fell quickly, and all his loved ones could do was weep.
The old man walked up to him, looking lost and dejected, and hugged him silently.
At that moment, Jiang Xiaoling knew that she had been abandoned by her family.
He didn't blame them, after all, besides himself, there was a whole family to support: two older sisters and a younger sister who was less than four months old.
Father will have another chance to have children, and the Jiang Household will always have a chance to survive.
It's impossible to sacrifice the whole family for your own sake, is it?
It's already very good.
Jiang Xiaoling smiled and looked up at the sky. Compared to her parents in reality, who sold her to the Federation Experiment Base for a few points, these two were so much better.
Fine, let's just leave it at that. Let's take a gamble.
Looking at the already dim and bright sky, Jiang Xiaoling knew he could no longer expect a miracle. This mark wasn't a Poké Ball; it didn't mean that activating it would immediately send someone to save you. Instead, it revealed your coordinates, allowing nearby Corrector to find you.
Therefore, it must be used in advance; you can't wait until you've been attacked and then use it, otherwise it'll be completely useless. You can't be lucky enough to find a Corrector nearby, right?
With a sigh, Jiang Xiaoling closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and sneaked out of the mansion while her elders weren't paying attention. She ran to a remote, dark alley before activating the mark.
The reason he ran away was simple: he was quite grateful to his adoptive parents, who had treated him very well since he was a child, allowing him to have a relatively peaceful five years. Therefore, he did not want them to take risks. If the arriving Corrector had been corrupted, they might very well use his family to threaten him for information.
Hopefully, I'm just overthinking it.
"Um?"
The entire White Cloud City was peaceful at this moment. After all, dawn had not yet broken. Even if one had no hope for a bleak future, one still needed to get a good night's sleep, right?
But at that moment, a group of people all suddenly looked up at the southeastern sky!
"This is..." Ziyue, who was already preparing to set off, suddenly looked southeast, her heart pounding. At the same time, she looked at A Li, A Li was also touching her chest and looking southeast.
"You felt it too?" they both asked almost simultaneously.