“Three hundred… tons?!”
Xia Lun’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
This was the first time he had ever heard magic stones measured in tons.
A single magic stone weighed roughly one hundred grams, so three hundred tons would be… three million magic stones.
That was nearly the output of an entire magic-stone vein.
Hmm… he had absorbed almost an entire magic-stone vein into his body, but surely Aina wouldn’t sell him off to pay for the nan armor mentioned by the Mechanical Prophet.
“That’s way too expensive,” Xia Lun muttered.
“This suit of nan armor represents the absolute pinnacle of our civilization’s technology.” The Mechanical Prophet Alpha’s voice suddenly rose in pitch. His metal palm traced an elegant arc across his chest. “It consists of three hundred million nanobots, each equipped with an independent energy core and computational unit. It can cover the wearer’s entire body within 0.3 seconds and change form according to the user’s thoughts. In defense mode, it can withstand a planetary impact head-on. In stealth mode, it can blend perfectly into any environment—even the most advanced life detectors cannot detect its presence.”
As the Mechanical Prophet spoke, a beam of light suddenly projected from his fingertip. In the holographic image, a blurred human figure was enveloped by flowing silver liquid. At times, it transformed into an indestructible suit of armor; at others, it became a transparent membrane. Finally, it even mimicked the colors of the surrounding environment and vanished perfectly into the background.
“Absolutely worth every penny!” The Mechanical Prophet’s voice was filled with unquestionable pride.
“I don’t doubt that, Mr. Alpha… but unfortunately, I can’t afford it.” Xia Lun shook his head. He hadn’t really understood the Mechanical Prophet’s explanation, but it had sounded extremely impressive.
The Mechanical Prophet fell silent for a moment, then seemed to glance at Aina, who was standing beside Xia Lun.
He suddenly turned slightly to the side, raised a hand to partially cover his mouth, and leaned toward Xia Lun’s ear in an unmistakable whispering pose.
“I think that if you sweet-talked Miss Aina a little, Mr. Xia Lun, you could probably get this armor after all.”
Xia Lun: “…”
What was that supposed to mean? Was he encouraging Xia Lun to live off a woman?
Xia Lun glanced at Aina. She sat there with her small face tense, as though she hadn’t heard a thing.
“Ah, I have a wonderful idea.”
A lightbulb suddenly lit up on the Mechanical Prophet’s forehead—a literal lightbulb. It appeared to be some kind of projection, but everyone present could see it.
Looking mysterious, he produced a tightly sealed metal test tube from who knew where and pressed it into Xia Lun’s hand.
“What is this?” Xia Lun asked curiously.
“This is my investment in you.”
“Investment?” Xia Lun was utterly baffled.
He turned the test tube over, trying to see the liquid inside. It was a strange golden fluid that flowed slowly within the tube, as if it were alive.
“Yes.” The Mechanical Prophet nodded with great solemnity. “A reproductive potion developed by our Supreme Academy of Sciences. Completely natural and pollution-free, it’s extracted from the essences of seventy-three rare cosmic plants. It will restore your virility to its absolute peak… Even the Crimson Goddess will fall helplessly into your arms…”
The corner of Xia Lun’s mouth twitched.
There was even this kind of investment?
“Mechanical Prophet, you can stop now!” Aina finally snapped. Her voice was like ice shattering. The fingers resting on the armrest slowly tightened, and a faint scent of blood suddenly filled the air.
“Oh, my apologies, my apologies.” The Mechanical Prophet made an exaggerated surrendering gesture. “I almost forgot. The humans of your world must still be rather conservative in their thoughts and views on sex. You’re probably too shy to discuss such matters openly…”
The Mechanical Prophet once again put on an apologetic smile.
“You’ve all become machines. Do you still need to reproduce this way?” Xia Lun looked at the so-called reproductive potion in his hand and asked in surprise.
“Ah, you may have misunderstood something, Mr. Xia Lun,” the Mechanical Prophet explained. “We transmitted our consciousness into these bodies to explore the universe. That doesn’t mean our consciousness never returns to our original bodies. On our planet, 23.5 billion light-years from here, I’m still an ordinary human being. Even now, my consciousness can return there at any time.”
So that body was essentially a magical puppet controlled through consciousness?
Thinking of it that way, Xia Lun quickly understood what the other man meant.
It really was incredible.
“We didn’t gather here to listen to you talk about this, Mechanical Prophet.” Not far away, Years of Sinking spoke calmly. His voice reverberated through the room like the deep tolling of an ancient, somber bell. “It’s time to discuss the matter at hand.”
“Oh, sorry.” The Mechanical Prophet immediately seemed much more subdued. He appeared to be deeply wary of Years of Sinking.
“That body’s manufacturing date is getting on in years,” Xia Lun seemed to hear the Mechanical Prophet mutter under his breath. “If I accidentally run into that guy and it ages any further, it’ll be a real pain if the system starts throwing errors…”
“Everyone.”
“Everyone.”
The Arcane Sage waved a strange-looking casting device. It appeared to be an unusual combination of crystal and metal, with the glow of magic flowing across its surface.
With that motion, a massive projection unfolded before them, and the clear image immediately drew everyone’s attention.
The image showed a pale planet suspended against the backdrop of black space. Its surface was covered in strange geometric structures, clearly the ruins of a highly advanced civilization.
A terrifying crimson beast was rampaging across the planet.
Countless oddly shaped flying craft streaked through the sky, firing powerful lasers at the beast. Yet none of the attacks could cause it the slightest harm.
“Roar—!”
The colossal beast let out a deafening roar. The terrifying shock wave distorted the image, while the flying craft surrounding it were struck down like mosquitoes swatted by an invisible giant hand.
A series of explosions blossomed across the pale surface, like fireworks heralding the end of the world.
Then the image cut out.
“This was the final transmission sent by the Supreme Intelligence… The Supreme Intelligence has fallen.” The Arcane Sage did not make a sound, but his mental fluctuations echoed in everyone’s mind.
“That artificial intelligence?”
“He didn’t make a backup?” The surrounding gods began murmuring among themselves.
“That tin can got eaten too? The Chaos Demon God has quite an appetite, doesn’t he?” The Mechanical Prophet sounded somewhat astonished.
“The Supreme Intelligence’s mainframe has been destroyed. As for whether he made a backup… I don’t know. Even if he did, he probably won’t appear again.” The Arcane Sage sighed. “This is not good news. We’ve lost another companion.”
“And that thing’s form has changed again after this resurrection.” Years of Sinking spoke in a muffled voice. “There will be new risks and uncertainties.”
“But in any case, all we need to do now is go kill him.” The Mechanical Prophet bared his teeth in a grin. “Let’s get moving. I’ve always enjoyed dealing with big guys like that…”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
