The floor seed to be made of ramd earth and was covered with so straw.
Originally, Pan Hao, being over seventy years old, was not used to sleeping on such a floor.
But now, ever since he had eaten the Pus Sore, he had beco unexpectedly vigorous.
"I’m thinking that what they call the Bodhisattva and Buddha might be... Gaia’s consciousness?" Li Qingshan reviewed the day’s events.
Still alive, how wonderful!
Their current objective was to eliminate that so-called "Evil Core" and spread the Righteous Path... cough cough, to further anchor the "Ga" here.
"How is that?"
Li Qingshan said, "The Idealism Rule of the High-Level Idealism Plane is more active here, more likely to produce sentient rule life forms. The monsters from the Etheric Abyss generally bear malice towards humanity, only Gaia’s consciousness, a collective consciousness crafted by humanity itself, holds goodwill towards humans."
"Gaia’s consciousness and these monsters are adversaries."
"But now, the most powerful Gaia’s consciousness is dead, and naturally, the world is occupied by demons and ghosts."
"If that’s the case, why haven’t humans in this world been annihilated entirely?" Pan Hao asked.
"There might be so other thods... or perhaps, there’s more than one Gaia’s consciousness. Anyway, since humans in this world exist, they can’t be too weak." After recording his notes, Li Qingshan put away the Luminous Pearl.
"Let’s sleep, we’ll investigate this town tomorrow and see what’s really going on."
"How about I take first watch, and you take the second?"
"Okay."
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[Foreigner, wake up, quick wake up!]
[You wake from your sleep to find yourself tightly bound, and Pan Hao is in the sa condition, dazed, his arms and legs bound, like a fat pig awaiting slaughter.]
[A few locals have hung both of you with ropes and carried you into a temple.]
[The temple is nad ’Evil Temple’.]
[A group of charlatans loudly chant so unknown scriptures, faintly ntioning the "Evil Core," and soone forcibly has you drink a bellyful of hot, spicy dicinal water. This bizarre, blood-like red liquid brings you a deep, rotten sense of nauseousness.]
[You move your neck and see several human urns placed in the temple, with people imrsed inside, their consciousness unclear, in light of the local Evil Core... they are actually using human bodies to make elixirs!]
[You feel that you might beco the next human elixir.]
[You want to resist, to roar, to fear, but gradually, you misunderstand your own identity. Why should you resist? You were ant to be a dicine Cauldron, didn’t you? [Photo]]
[You are an elixir, and I am an elixir, all of us, we are elixirs.]
[We all have a bright future.]
(Please note that your character Li Qingshan has not died, but has fallen into a state of madness. Would you like to forcefully terminate his life process?)
"What the hell, is this another plot kill? Or is it that the character’s ability value is too low?"
Wang Hao felt goosebumps all over from this sinister plot.
Li Qingshan along with Pan Hao, being seasoned adventurers who even arranged watches, how could they suddenly get captured?
But in text-based gas, laziness manifests in gaps, no details given, and one must fill in the blanks themselves.
You’re hit and that’s it, what else can you do?
Either these natives have so special abilities, or maybe there’s sothing wrong with Pan Hao?
Curiously, he clicked on the [Photo] to take a look... how to put it, it was just shaped like a Russian nesting doll Matryoshka, with round, expressionless, sowhat stern eyes.
To avoid censorship, the photo didn’t show anything explicit. But sohow, a chilling implication seeped through the screen.
Wang Hao waited for a while but no continuation of the content erged, so he could only sigh lightly, figuring that Li Qingshan had gone completely mad.
[Foreigner, you wake from unconsciousness again and find yourself back at the Ga Training Camp.]
[You can’t even rember how you died, your mories of the sequence deleted. You only rember two keywords, "Evil Core" and "elixir," but have no recollection of what exactly happened.]
[The organization has inford you that Mr. Pan Hao has not returned yet.]
[This ans he has not died.]
[Soti during, sothing must have happened!]
[You muster your courage, deciding to set out once again. Yes/No?]
Wang Hao pondered a mont—he now had only 2 points of Power of Illusion left. Trading life for information didn’t seem sustainable in the long run.
This text ga involves many "checks," decoding different scenarios based on whether one passes the checks.
Perhaps... make Li Qingshan a bit more potent?
But, ga characters are not Avatars, and points can’t directly enhance these characters.
"We can concoct so Elixirs to boost the strength a bit."
With this in mind, Wang Hao put on the ga helt and, following the formula, synthesized a few "Heavenly Fragrant Jade Dew Pills." This stuff required water from the Spirit Realm Well—once given to an Avatar with X-level potential, a single pill could increase over 1500 Spiritual Strength.
But now, Li Qingshan’s potential was only B-level, a pill would—estimated—only enhance by a bit over six hundred.
And he couldn’t consu another in a short period.
That was the difference between ga characters and Avatars.
"That should do, I wonder if it can link to my phone..." He took off the helt again, picked up his phone, sowhat puzzled.
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