I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early Chapter 710 528 Jin Bote's Awakening

After Lady Conch's explanation, the atmosphere beca tense.

Those experts and scholars who had entertained greedy thoughts could only manage awkward smiles.

"Alas, that's how it is." Even the greediest of them, Lu Yuan, sighed softly. "The [Monsters] treat this cache of civilization points as sacred and won't allow us to touch it..."

"Since Jin Bote is already controlled by [Monsters], a small amount of 'luck' can be used without provoking them. Is that right?"

"Yes, that's the difference between one's own people and outsiders," Lady Conch nodded. "Right now, Jin Bote is like a relative of the [Monsters]. Half of his soul has been contaminated by them."

"We're just a group of outsiders; we can't lay our hands on the treasure. Unless we contaminate our own souls as well."

With this explanation, the group could only accept it begrudgingly.

A treasure mountain lies before them, yet they couldn't dig it up. It was truly unbearable.

Lu Yuan slapped the desk firmly and spoke seriously, "Let's not be too greedy, everyone. Raising a Great Spirit Rhythr through luck is an expensive scientific experint."

"Ordinarily, no civilization would be extravagant enough to conduct such an experint."

"Moreover, this [Monster] might be tied to higher-level secrets... if it stabilizes further after absorbing this energy, this Epoch shouldn't face an energy shortage, allowing humans to co in."

"In a way, we're doing a bit of good here... this energy truly isn't ours to take."

With this discussion, the general plan was decided.

First, activate the "True Paradise."

Every citizen awakens, with 70% entering the "True Paradise" to live, while 30% remain awake, rotating shifts every few years.

Public welfare for citizens will be drastically reduced, and most extraordinary outputs will be directed toward the growth of the Little Mirage Dragon.

The next generation's cultivation plan will proceed as usual, with no reduction in birth rates.

Additionally, there's the dream network plan for the Lanpeng people...

This is a complex and massive undertaking, rivaling the construction of Green Grass Paradise by the Green Grass Civilization!

What's more, it will require an enormous amount of "luck"!

Of course, humanity isn't footing the bill themselves. They need to find ways to borrow luck from the Lanpeng Civilization, creating a dream network comparable to reality—one that can influence the [Monsters] while allowing the Lanpeng people to live comfortably within it.

...

The lengthy eting finally ca to a close, and every participant left with smiles on their faces.

Humanity's escape from the [Monsters]' Different Space finally showed a glimr of hope.

In fact, during this process, human civilization might even grow stronger!

"Material technologies at the quasi-interstellar civilization level!"

How could one not be excited?

In the hallways and elevators, discussions could be heard everywhere.

"We still need to study the integration chanism between Lanpeng computing and dreams."

"By the way, doesn't the Lanpeng Civilization have so experts? Let's invite them for a discussion."

"There's a brainwave expert nad Maxi Gu; he's quite renowned."

"If things go smoothly, could we achieve our goal within a few years?"

Listening to their discussions, Lu Yuan felt a shiver down his spine. He quietly sought out Lady Conch, lowering his voice as if he were sneaking around, "Honey, I'm still a wanted man. If I go out, I'll get caught. What should I do?"

Lady Conch couldn't help but laugh, rolling her bright, beautiful eyes. "Mr. Fugitive, don't rush. These tasks are so difficult that they won't be accomplished in the short term."

Her eyes were large and luminous, carrying a unique charm.

Lu Yuan, now saddled with the nickna "Fugitive," anxiously pinched her soft, fair cheeks.

"Ouch!"

Lu Yuan was thumped on the chest.

Her cheeks, full of collagen, felt amazing to the touch.

"Alright, tell , how many years will it take so I can ntally prepare myself?"

"It might take decades, maybe even a century of endurance... Don't pinch so hard; you're making them red." Lady Conch, irritated, shook off Lu Yuan's mischievous hand and rubbed her cheeks.

Just absorbing the inheritance of the Lanpeng people would take no less than ten years.

Moreover, setting up a whole new "dream" industry chain would take even longer.

Even more so because Lu Yuan was hiding a small ambition.

He had always dread of breaking the boundary between "dreams and reality" and elevating the "Immortal Palace" to the "Myth" level!

But alas, his understanding of "dreams" was insufficient. After all, his own dream ability had been borrowed from the Tree of Life, drawing from the Yingyu Tree, far inferior to the original version.

And this... was an excellent opportunity.

By pooling the forces of all humanity to study the chanisms of dreams, rather than fumbling solo, progress could be exponentially accelerated.

Even the research funding consud "luck" from the Lanpeng Civilization!

Publicly funded indulgence delighted Lu Yuan greatly.

Since his luck reserves had dropped to 64,587, he'd been feeling deep unease.

The pain of diminishing wealth contradicted the essence of the Greedy Demon God.

"I can't spend money anymore!"

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Ti passed day by day.

Finally, by the tenth month, the Fourth Prince of the Lanpeng Civilization, Jin Bote, awakened from his chaotic dream.

"He's finally awake!"

The Lanpeng Prince opened his eyes to the sight of ecstatic Lanpeng people and a handful of humans in lab coats.

He blinked his beak, realizing his entire body was weak, as if paralyzed.

Even his vision alternated between near and far, with the ceiling spinning like a whirlpool.

"Can you hear ? Blink if you can."

"He responded! Inject 1,000 units of D-Oga Factor and 300 units of Life Essence!"

The chaotic external voices gradually beca clearer, and Jin Bote's pupils regained focus.

"We... are still alive?" He croaked his first words, his voice parched and hoarse.

"Your Highness, we are still alive!" Duke Magmit was teary-eyed. "And so are you... but we…"

Jin Bote shook his head heavily, feeling a faint fog in his mind.

This was the result of [Monsters] contaminating his soul.

A portion had already been transford by the [Monsters], while another half was pulled back by the spiritual network of his people, the collective will of eight million souls giving him so agency.

"It's good that you're all alive," the prince murmured. "What about our cities? What has beco of them?"

"Your Highness, only... ruins remain," a Lanpeng individual replied. "The Lanpeng Civilization might already be history."

"I see." He sighed softly, his vacant gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Thanks to human civilization, we barely survive."

"There's no need to be overly grateful. Saving you is saving ourselves. Please rest well for now, and let us know if there's anything you need." The lead treatnt team was headed by Lu Tiantian's Soul Healing Unit.

Jin Bote spent an entire day understanding the events that had transpired.

"I see... so we're still in a state of refuge?"

"Yes. [Ghosts] appear nightly."

"What about the other Awoken?"

"They're finding places to work. Humanity is treating us as such…" The duke gave a detailed account.

"Help into the wheelchair."

The prince's first act after awakening was to request a hall and rally the remaining Lanpeng citizens.

He gathered over five thousand elite Lanpeng individuals into a grand auditorium for a speech.

"Friends, our Lanpeng Civilization has suffered a catastrophic loss, so much that we can hardly call ourselves a normal civilization anymore."

"I've heard that recently everyone has been unusually dispirited, with low work motivation. Even though humanity has taken us in and offered excellent treatnt, only 40% of you have engaged in labor. Clearly, that's an unacceptable figure."

Seeing the prince awake again, the Birdn's eyes lit up.

In this mont, they found a pillar of support, with much to say.

But thinking of their current predicant, they couldn't find any words.

So they simply wept, filling the auditorium with wails of sorrow.

Jin Bote suddenly roared with a powerful voice, "What's the use in crying?! We are still alive! As long as we haven't perished completely, we have a chance! Look at —my soul is incomplete, yet I'm still fighting! What gives any of you the right to give up?!"

The strength of the "Agitator" faintly seeped into the hearts of every citizen, inspiring confidence and morale.

He snorted coldly, "Let share my condition first. My soul has already mutated and is continuously being eroded by [Monsters]. They intend to fully control . Humph, how could I let them succeed?"

"Fortunately, humanity's spiritual network, along with the support of eight million citizens' spiritual power, allows to stand here and speak with you."

"Hence, I cannot accompany all of you in the continued battle for Pangu Continent. I must remain here, engaged in prolonged resistance against [Monsters]."

Whispers and suppressed sobs erged in the eting room.

"Don't worry about us. Wipe away your tears."

The prince snorted coldly, "[Monsters], as anomalies created by an Ancient Civilization, have relatively low aggression. We are confident we can fight against them indefinitely and even influence so of their decisions."

"Now, my concern is for you... Do you, as the elite of my people, still have enough drive?!"

"The future of the Lanpeng Civilization will rest in your hands."

"Even with the help of our human friends, you must endeavor to create extraordinary value through your own efforts."

"Otherwise, where will the future Lanpeng Civilization find respect? How will it leave its mark in history?"

"The fate of all of us lies in your hands!"

It must be said, this prince was born to lead. In just a few words, he not only rallied morale but subtly conveyed the need for elites to integrate into human society.

The saying, "Good birds choose fine trees to nest in," suggested that humanity was now the best option.

This heart-to-heart eting went on for quite so ti.

When the Lanpeng people erged, their eyes glead with the fire of determination—it could be the power of the "Agitator" or their inner drive. Either way, this ti, these elites finally resolved to exert themselves.

"Let us strive forward!"