Chapter 2141: Chapter 2138: The Final North
Feigning sleep, Han Dong, who was actually loafing around in the Prison World, finally woke up after a day.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a sky full of stars.
He was currently in Mr. Black White’s [Stargazing Room], the room exclusively for his training back when Han Dong was still a student.
When he pushed the door open and entered the main hall,
the scene before him left Han Dong stunned.
Mr. Black White, Newton, Pope, and Sally were sitting around a chanical square table, more precisely an automatic mahjong machine.
Among them, Sally looked the worst,
even when Han Dong stepped out of the room and walked to her side, her attention remained on the mahjong table.
[Battle to the End]
Sally once again beca the last one standing,
nearly losing all the materials and treasures she had collected, and was so angry she wanted to flip the table... unfortunately, Pope was right next to her,
and even anticipated her flipping the table, pressing it down securely in advance.
"Boring, I don’t want to play with you all anymore~ I’m so tired.
Huh... Nicholas, when did you wake up? Hurry and play a couple of gas for , help
win so of my capital back."
Under Sally’s tugging, Han Dong was forced to sit at the mahjong table.
Although,
it’s currently the [Final Ga] phase, and playing cards seed quite inappropriate as entertainnt.
But,
feeling the ’ntal pressure’ emanating from the other three, Han Dong took the mahjong ga as a ntal exercise to wake up.
When Han Dong raised the thirteen mahjong tiles in his hand, his brain began to operate at high speed, and various grey tentacles started to float and wriggle.
At the sa ti,
Pope, beside him, had a series of massive galactic explosions occurring in his uncontainable Starfield Brain, his mind leaping with 100% efficiency.
Mr. Black White, too, appeared rarely with both personalities at the sa ti, and the Mask of Yin and Yang on his face was spinning steadily, while a lot of black feathers grew autonomously as he pondered.
Newton exhibited an overheat of thought,
with beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks constantly, forcing him to take off his shirt... the muscles on his upper body trembled in sync with his ntal activity.
After several rounds,
Han Dong had wins and losses, but never ended up like Sally at the bottom.
At this ti,
overheated and having loosened his belt, with one sock off, Newton slapped down a sweat-soaked [Five Dots], and looked at his opponent Han Dong.
"Nicholas, where are you planning to go next? You shouldn’t stay in the Holy City, right?"
"Of course, I won’t stay here to cause you guys trouble... I’m planning to head to the [Terminal North Continent] right away, where an event not less dangerous than the Grey Campaign might happen."
"Actually, I’m kind of tempted to go with you,
but even though Captain Marlon is holding down the Holy City, so infrastructure and back-end work still need
and Black White to take charge, so be careful on your own."
"Of course... even if you two wanted to co, I’d definitely refuse.
This journey to the Terminal North, I don’t even have absolute confidence to survive myself."
During this conversation,
Pope’s mind, while drawing tiles, was slightly perturbed, and his playing speed slowed down noticeably.
After Pope played a [Two Bamboo], he lowly said:
"Are you sure the hidden clues left in the Grey Ruins can lure the ’big thing’ over?"
"There’s a high chance it can be drawn there."
"That’s fine, just don’t waste my ti."
Sally just silently listened to everyone’s conversation from the side, and had already made up her mind.
After several rounds of mahjong,
Han Dong barely helped Sally win back half of her capital, his energy depletion more severe than expected.
Mr. Newton directly draped his shirt and pants over his shoulder, sweating profusely as if completely drained at the gym.
Mr. Black White was also resting against his seat.
Pope’s Starfield Brain beca serene, reducing operational efficiency to its lowest.
This mahjong ga, lasting less than two hours, felt more exhausting than the Holy City War.
After secretly consuming two cans of ghoul brain canned food, Han Dong felt a bit more energetic, "Let’s go~ we’re ready to set off!"
"How do you plan to get there?"
"How else, we’ll directly teleport there."
Facing Han Dong’s answer, Pope frowned: "You wouldn’t choose such an important operation location without even knowing the essence of the [Terminal North Continent], would you?"
"Isn’t it the Arctic Circle?"
"You... really!
Couldn’t you spend so ti in the Mi University library, looking at ’World Geography’? Although there isn’t much docuntation on the Terminal North Continent, World Geography at least ntions its basic structure."
"My ti is quite tight~
Besides, directly listening to your narration, Pope, is much more efficient than reading a book."
"Fine!
If you just head to the Arctic, you’ll only see so ruin remnants, you won’t be able to reach the real [Terminal North].
"Terminal North Continent" is an ancient term for Earth, back then about 60% of its region was covered by ice fields, with a lot of Old Kings residing there.
Later, due to Mr. Eugene’s foresight into the future scenes,
it was predicted that at a certain ti, this planet would serve as an important ’world junction point’.
So, it was proposed at the Giant Horn eting to reconstruct this planet, renaming it [Earth], and planning it as a significant [Convergence Planet].
The chaotic system of the Terminal North Continent, covered by ice and snow brought by the Old Kings for years, required rectification from the root.
But the essence of Terminal North Continent had to be preserved.
Finally, the teacher proposed an excellent solution.
To perform a ’ti separation’ on the Terminal North Continent of that ti... this is a ti secret art that only the teacher could use, splitting the planet from the sa ti node,
into two planets separated by the ’minimum ti’.
One planet maintains the original "Terminal North Continent
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