1145: Chapter 1131: The Long Nightmare 1145: Chapter 1131: The Long Nightmare The brief interlude passed in a flash, and Lu Ping’an confird that the “I don’t want to be revived” Big Cat ntioned was all nonsense.
Even if she’s being stubborn now, I suspect that just flashing in front of Lin Nu’s power would be enough for her coffin lid to no longer keep her contained, and she would pop right out.
Lu Ping’an tried on that “Mask”…
It did not eliminate his “Curse of God,” but it did isolate it.
After so testing (he captured a Fishman), Lu Ping’an was certain that as long as he wore the Mask, the Family Clan would not be able to detect the presence of the “Curse of God,” and naturally, they would not go mad.
And this ant that, when necessary, it was not only not a burden but also a weapon.
Furthermore, after experinting, the Mask would take effect as long as there was an action of “wearing” it.
Even when used as armguards on the hands, the effect was the sa…
Lu was sowhat unable to understand how such a powerful item could not even be considered a potential pollutant.
“This is part of Old Liu…
He defined his own ‘body’ and endowed it with the property of ‘blocking the divine gaze.'”
Big Cat rarely spoke up, and from the looks of it, it seed she was an old acquaintance?
Lu did not press further, as he had little interest in her past…
Considering Big Cat’s previous frenzy, it was likely all bad, and the more he dug into it, the more of a headache it would be.
If Old Liu truly had a good relationship with her, now it wouldn’t be a warning but rather a favor and assistance.
Lu knew that he really had nothing much to discuss with these old tirs…
They simply weren’t in the sa world.
The things they truly wanted to do, he couldn’t get involved in; trying to participate would probably just make him an ordinary soldier.
As for being optimistic about your potential, or investing in your future…
Put yourself in their shoes, and you’d know that it’s probably just nonsense.
If they seriously said those words, it would seem insincere.
An outsider investing in Lu’s rule level might be understandable, but Semi-God level…
That’s truly not sothing one can reach just by hard work and talent; every Semi-God’s success is impossible to replicate.
If Old Liu said “I’m optimistic about you,” Lu would find it utter nonsense, just like him telling a first-tier profession newcor, “I see potential in you, you will eventually beco an order level strongman.”
Is there a possibility?
Of course, there is, because no matter how minuscule the chance, it exists, but this is basically just a polite platitude.
“Only at the Rule level…
or even just a bit higher, can one enter their domain,” Lu surmised.
Regardless, at least the attitude expressed by the Quasi-God let both Lu Ping’an and Big Cat breathe a little easier.
At least, they didn’t have to worry about being hunted down by a Quasi-God on their own turf…
Considering Big Cat’s past, that was a real possibility.
But now, it might be because Lu’s “position” has always been stable, with Lin Nu and the Officials as a developntal support, that in the end, he obtained the right to develop…
“…At least, compared to the risks of existence, I have sufficient survival value…”
Lu shrugged, seeing the situation quite clearly.
As ti passed, with his concerns at his back, Lu began wholeheartedly preparing for the next phase of Exotic Realm exploration.
More and more intelligence is decrypted and passed on, but the vast majority of the news is as bad as it gets.
rcury 42 had been divided into four parts, in the literal sense…
When beings of the Deity level enter the battlefield, they have the ability to directly rewrite the world.
The largest portion belonged to Lu’s old friend, The Eight-clawed Lord, and its clan.
Another part was occupied by a species of fire attribute strange creatures from another realm—residents of a world filled with volcanoes and magma, these grey-skinned life forms are trying to turn rcury into “grey rock layers” and “volcanic zones”…
In the eyes of the survivors here, they are worse and more cruel than the Fishn.
After all, while one side only takes your life and your land, the other directly destroys your “possibility of survival” and “environnt of your Mother Star”…
tough both are awful, the latter is clearly more unbearable.
However, Humans have a good relationship with them, and even have many private deals and understandings.
The third party force is another one of Lu’s old acquaintances…
a kind of Abyss Transford insect swarm lifeform, their goal as always is simple and direct: to devour all biomatter in sight.
By the way, they ca along with “pollution,” and their region is also the most severely polluted.
The fourth block is naturally humans…
In so ways, they are like those grey-skinned dwarves, just here to mine and take territory, but they have a good relationship with the local ethnic groups.
It seems they’ve forgotten about the local residents?
Yes, they are not among these four blocks.
They are now simply a “wandering species” without a fixed territory, eking out an existence in the cracks between the four major powers, with most having lost their own civilization and writing.
“…I really like this world, it’s much more beautiful than ours, this water is so sweet, not hot at all, and without that terrifying grey-black.”
Lu Ping’an saw a tall mber of the Long Hand Clan, clad in a strange full-coverage protection suit and machinery, who used a synthetic voice to introduce the situation in his holand to the locals while sighing at Earth’s beauty.
The scene was too ironic, and Lu Ping’an hesitated for a long ti, not knowing whether to laugh or to get angry.
“Hah, when Earth is dragged into the Abyss, you humans won’t fare any better.”
Uh, right at that mont, Big Cat finally rembered it was an Exotic Realm creature…
Lu Ping’an noticed that the Long Hand Clan mber’s life here was not convenient.
His protection suit was filled with a strange blue liquid, and he seed to be breathing with great difficulty.
He probably had to leave every two or three hours to “change water,” and his chanical synthetic voice was not just unpleasant to hear; it was clear that his “hearing” was also impaired.
He was like a seriously ill patient reliant on machinery to sustain life, yet he was unwilling to leave this “poisonous” world.
And yet, even so, when talking about his hotown, he was still full of disdain and hatred…
This made Lu Ping’an feel disdain himself, but also sparked so curiosity.
“What exactly happened on rcury 42 to beco so twisted?”
But the more he tried to find out, the more helpless and sad Lu Ping’an felt.
“That world, it’s beyond saving.”
That civilization was not without trying to save itself, and it even gave rise to many heroic ethnic groups and communities, with a few hundred years of revival.
There are still “ancient relics” from that ti in the deep sea…
Yes, they resisted for quite a long ti, yet still gradually succumbed.
They developed technology and supernatural creations, which are now considered “relics” fought over by outsiders.
Among them erged heroes and strongn, even those with extraordinary abilities above the rule level…
but they beca rare “at” and “materials,” a feast for the outsiders.
Humans arrived the latest, with the earliest being only thirty years ago.
The broader interference is even just an affair of the last few years.
No wonder the Long Hand Clan mber in front of is so friendly toward Earthlings…
An alien ethnic group that doesn’t treat them as food, materials, slaves, or toys is practically an angel.
But once Lu Ping’an really read the detailed data, including so “restricted data,” his feelings only deepened.
Humans…
The Lin Woman Power is certainly not there for charity.
They are so kind to the Long Hand Clan because they value the clan itself.
“That’s right, even though you might think you have nothing left, you still have yourselves, you still have your lives!”
Even if they feel they have nothing, and that at least ninety-nine percent of their kin are dead…
within the human-controlled area alone, there are still at least several million Long Hand Clan mbers!
These human resources are labor, reserve soldiers, miners, or other…
“We are not saviors, we are just mortals struggling in this world, but…”
On the stage, the Long Hand Clan speaker was delivering an impassioned speech.
He was recounting the reason he ca here, a promise made to him by an unknown human Explorer.
“…We can offer the potential for your descendants to survive, give your ethnic group a small but adequate space to live, and allow your life and death to have so value and…
hope.”
As he spoke these words, his eyes truly shone…
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