The Great World had always been in a state of efficient assimilation, and though this efficiency was asured in years, one couldn’t overlook the fact that the Great World had simultaneously opened up many worlds at once. Bazel didn’t know what it had been like at the beginning, but now he knew that during the ti he lay in the hospital, the Great World had assimilated at least ten worlds.
The common people within the Great World were unaware of such affairs, but he had access to such news.
No matter how much a Proxy Agent sabotaged, it could only delay the inevitable, primarily because there were just too many ongoing projects in the Great World.
One could stop ten or twenty, but there would still be dozens of projects proceeding at the sa ti.
Of course, as the number of failures increased, so did the number of Dusk rcenaries, causing so trouble for the Great World. The reason for the increase in Dusk rcenaries was naturally the retaliation from those worlds...
Those people couldn’t find the Great World, but they could mobilize the natives of their own worlds to beco Dusk rcenaries, partly for revenge and partly to gain more useful knowledge for their howorlds.
Why wouldn’t they take such actions when there was profit to be made and they could retaliate against the Great World?
Acting as if not doing so would prevent the Great World from targeting them again in the future.
This situation could previously be ignored by the Great World, but when the tail grew too big to drop, and it indeed beca a problem, so operational thods of the Great World began to change. While breaking boundaries, extinction beca the main goal, as the population within the Great World was already vast and abundant; losing a few people had no impact whatsoever.
On the contrary, if boundary breaking aid at extinction failed, there would not be many people left in that world. Even if such a world could not be invaded in the short term and exposure would happen upon invasion, the Great World could wait. A hundred or so years ant nothing to the beings of a world and its powerful inhabitants.
And what about those worlds where invasion and boundary breaking failed? How much could they develop in a hundred years? With their populations nearly extinct and sparse, what could five or six generations achieve in that ti? Considering natural birth, aging, sickness, and death, how much could the population actually increase?
The remaining population baseline was there; the rate of increase was not significant.
By that ti, the Great World could proceed with harvesting again, and with no local resistance, they could carry out whatever operations they wanted at leisure. As for the Dusk rcenaries? They usually appeared in the middle or towards the end of the process.
Even in failure, there was no trouble because the worlds targeted wouldn’t just sprout legs and run away. If a failure occurred, then they would simply wait for the next cycle of harvesting.
Currently, the Great World had many such worlds queued up for selection, and the harvest cycle for these types of worlds often fell within a five-year range. External influences were so rare that everything happened extraordinarily fast. However, in such worlds, things like the Demon Flower Tree were of no use.
Without a sufficient number of living beings, such objects could hardly unfurl their intended effects.
But overall, there weren’t considerable issues...
As Bazel pondered so matters, Ming Yue arrived. Seeing her, Bazel thought for a mont. He hadn’t been in the Great World before, but due to updates in technology, he could stay inford with the latest news from here. Moreover, he had been back for a week now.
His understanding of important information here was basically synchronized with the stationed Boundary Breakers, which included matters about this woman nad Ming Yue. The Great World was indeed vast, and there were many people nad Ming Yue, with several just within the Boundary Breaking Faction.
But the woman in front of him was lucky; she had been noticed by ’Yue Heng’.
"Yue Heng has sent to extract the residual power from your body," Ming Yue said calmly.
"Understood," Bazel replied, quite accustod to this. This was not the first ti such an event had occurred. The value of the bandages on him was extrely high—well, as for their efficacy in expelling special powers, that was rather ordinary. They were ant to enhance personal recovery, allowing one to counter the damage from those special powers.
If the intensity of those special powers was too high, the process would be incredibly slow. Did he really think there were no faster ways for him to be discharged from the hospital?
There were, but the Great World used more cost-intensive maintenance thods to preserve the injuries on his body for better research. Because of this, Bazel still felt fortunate; at least he wasn’t sealed in a container to be stored away as a specin.
He owed this to the box of spirit crystals he had brought back.
Ming Yue opened a silver box, and strands of black light were drawn from Bazel’s healing yet rupturing wounds, remnants of the damage caused by Zheng Yichen’s black blade.
As the silver box began to darken slightly, Bazel raised an eyebrow. Why would Yue Heng be interested in this kind of power? He rembered that dignitary had a serious aversion to using power...
But after seeing that it was Ming Yue who had co, Bazel had so inkling—it probably wasn’t out of interest but a desire to understand more about these power traits. After all, the visitor wasn’t Yue Heng himself, but Ming Yue.
"Sigh~" After Ming Yue left, Bazel sighed. He felt the injuries on his body. When he returned, he was barely alive, with a massive amount of damaging power lingering on him, including the destructive force left by the Demonic Abyss Seven Kills.
At first, he was tornted by those powers, severely pained. But then, with the operations of those big shots, a few would co today to draw so power away, and others would co tomorrow to take more. Now, he felt much lighter. Judging by the current progress, he estimated he would be completely discharged in a few days.
The remaining power on him was enough to kill him ten tis over, but that didn’t stand a chance against how fiercely it was being harvested.
Ming Yue’s arrival even extracted the last of the residual Black Light from his body, leaving only that extrely stubborn force of destruction.
Discharge from the hospital was imminent.
...
"Oh my God, what happened to your hand?" Katrina cradled Zheng Yichen’s scrawny right hand with a face full of distress, "Is it a curse? Was the blessing artifact I made useless?"
"Of course it’s useful. This injury is my own fault," Zheng Yichen shook his head, and with his intact left hand, he touched the young witch’s face, "Don’t worry too much, it’ll be healed soon."
"...then you must rest well this ti you co back." Katrina couldn’t help touching Zheng Yichen’s right arm with her fingers. She indeed did not feel any curse power on it, which puzzled her even more. Given Zheng Yichen’s healing ability, such an injury should have recovered quickly.
Even if it was a lack of nutrition, eating more should be enough. He couldn’t possibly be doing so badly in an alien world that he couldn’t even eat at, right? Or perhaps that world was so terrible that even normal at ceased to exist?
Out of concern, the young witch’s thoughts bubbled one after another in her mind. Finally, she saw the white ball struggling to squeeze out from Zheng Yichen’s collar. After making its way out, the white ball nestled onto Zheng Yichen’s shoulder, its favorite spot, which was also the usual perch of the cat spirit.
If the cat spirit changed shoulders, the white ball would shift its preferred spot accordingly.
Zheng Yichen had noticed this on the way back. Lilith’s analysis wasn’t that the white ball liked the cat spirit; rather, the cat spirit itself was a Spirit of Curse, bearing chaotic and evil attributes. The places it lingered retained so influence, which the white ball, being keen, would instinctively touch, drawn to those areas.
After all, the white ball itself was a Spirit of World Order.
It had even co close to becoming the God of World Order in another world.
"Hahaha, let’s see how the boss arranges it. I’ve co to realize that things like vacations are up to fate. The more you fuss about it, the more likely you are to start working prematurely..."
Zheng Yichen had already co to a certain understanding of this. The more he troubled himself, the more scenarios he could handle, and then by comparison at Dusk, the original Proxy Agents who were better suited than Zheng Yichen beca less suitable. Well, there was nothing much to say about that.
The organization had decided to entrust this important job to you. Work that was supposed to be handed over in ten days to a fortnight would be left for others to handle; Zheng Yichen didn’t need to worry about that job going awry.
It was quite vexing.
"By the way, I got quite a few good things this ti, just wait for in the lab." Zheng Yichen handed the white ball on his shoulder to Katrina.
The young witch pinched the white ball in her hand, and as she touched the white ball, her thoughts coincided with Zheng Yichen’s, both subconsciously thinking of so amusing stress-relieving toys.
The white ball responded to her by gently rubbing against her, clearly showing its fondness for Katrina, the white witch.
Once in the courtyard, Zheng Yichen began to inventory so items. There was no need to say much about the ashes of the Great Evil God; the ratio of good to bad was about five to one. Zheng Yichen planned to keep so of it as enhancent material for equipnt, and the rest he would give to the two witches for research.
The artifacts they had created were already very useful. Truth be told, if Zheng Yichen hadn’t been encountering nothing but the most troubleso situations, the effects of their crafted artifacts would have been even more significant, such as the Curse artifact that Zheng Yichen handed over to the ashes silhouette.
The area cursed by that artifact wiped out a multitude of Evil Spirits, and the chain curse it transmitted affected a whole host of Evil Spirits. However, the number of Evil Spirits in the City of Evil Spirits was far too great, so much so that even an excellent Curse artifact would struggle to directly affect the accumulation of Evil Spirits in a hell, not to ntion the implications arising from the presence of the Great Evil God at the ti.
Then there was Katrina’s blessing artifact. Zheng Yichen had the ice crystal Heroic Spirit use it. The freezing effect combined with the artifact worked well against Evil Spirits. Curses were effective against Evil Spirits, and blessings were similarly lethal to them, just as magic phototherapy for humans would be equivalent to a magical grenade against the Undead.
The issue of attributes ant that so powers would translate into substantial damage...
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