"Is Mr. Pifu there? We are representatives of the Saudi PIF Public Investnt Fund and would like to discuss cooperation matters with you."
"Let go first! We are from the Qatar Investnt Authority..."
"Ahem, Brother Pifu, do you still rember ? I’m Cliff from the Mithril guild, now representing BlackRock Investnt Managent Company. You’re an outstanding Transcendent and entrepreneur, and BlackRock is very willing to reach the pinnacle together with you, pushing to another level..."
A few days later in the morning, the outside of the Star-casting Anvil was still bustling with activity, a group of business elites in suits blocked the entrance tightly, ordinary custors couldn’t squeeze in even if they wanted to.
anwhile, in the Star-casting Anvil’s office, Gray Rain was wearing noise-cancelling headphones and massage eye masks, lying in a specially reinforced boss chair, listening to the radio program.
Li Cheng was staying in the three-dinsional warehouse, wearing work gloves, continuing to tirelessly screw bolts on a severely damaged six-legged self-propelled cannon.
This trip to London could be described as ten years of screwing bolts without attention, and then one day, a light-speed elbow strike beca known worldwide.
The majority of the player forum’s sections were discussing this matter, conspiracy theories and urban legends were flying together, "insider news" and worldly society rumors were equally rampant.
On the communication panel, many friends added earlier also sent ssages, inquiring indirectly.
Li Cheng’s response was... uh, no response, read but didn’t reply.
According to the magic contract he signed with the Bell Tower, the conflict and contradictions were settled,
Bell Tower’s higher-ups cannot entangle Pifu over this matter in any way. In exchange, Li Cheng will produce the antidote for the Primordial Era virus, with GOC undertaking the task of spreading the antidote throughout London City.
The movent this ti was truly massive, arguably the most significant event impacting the real world by the killing field in the last two years, unparalleled.
To block the news, GOC directly dispatched a cluster of aerial airships, sending paratroopers to control the traffic arteries in London City,
taking advantage of the city-wide blackout, with internet communications yet to recover, to seal off the city.
GOC coordinated with mainstream dia worldwide, explaining to the global public that "London experienced its first major earthquake in over four hundred years."
Simultaneously, GOC agents entered quickly, spreading the Primordial Era virus antidote and mory erasure agent through artificial rainfall and plane spraying.
The mory erasure agent primarily targeted those neighborhoods where Transcendent battles were witnessed, resetting all eyewitnesses’ mories to one day prior.
And then afterward, they were told that due to the earthquake damaging London’s underground gas pipelines, they accidentally inhaled gases such as natural gas, causing amnesia.
Again and again, natural gas once more bore all the bla.
The entire aftermath work was set to last at least two months, but GOC was not losing out either; the British Governnt was nearly incapacitated and stagnate, having to relinquish a considerable portion of national sovereignty to the United Nations.
On the forums, so players even believed this incident was a turning point for human civilization.
For the first ti in history, a single Transcendent publicly challenged and defeated one of the United Nations’ five permanent mbers.
The significance was monuntal; the impact so profound that standing at this mont, the full scope was still beyond comprehension.
The contradictions in human civilization over the past ten thousand years were between slave owners and slaves, landlords and tenant farrs, colonizers and the colonized, capitalists and workers—it was race, nation, faith, interest.
No matter how sharp the contradictions or how intense the conflicts, they always occurred between humans.
But the torrential rain in London City signaled that history had already turned to a new page—not only ordinary people seed extrely fragile in front of Transcendents; sovereign states, made up of ordinary people that symbolized absolute collective strength in the past, were so bloated and clumsy in front of Transcendents who wielded special violence.
An unnoticeable chasm lay silently between ordinary people and Transcendents.
So players who fear instability might think this is a great thing. Chaos is the ladder to rise; the more chaotic the situation, the more their own value and united front value beco apparent.
But more aware players keenly perceived the risks and horrors implied — if the state form quickly collapses, and the international order instantaneously crumbles, entering a disordered dark age, it is not at all a good thing for Transcendents.
It would only rapidly descend into a Dark Forest where the strong decide everything, with ever stronger Transcendents oppressing both lower-level Transcendents and ordinary people equally.
"Tsk."
Li Cheng smacked his lips; as the leader of this incident, he didn’t have much emotional reaction. What really bothered him was...
"This tank is really damn hard to repair!"
A total of fifty to sixty severely damaged six-legged self-propelled cannons all needed manual repair, screwing bolts till his hands smoked.
Li Cheng lay on a skateboard, pushed his hands against the ground, slid out from the bottom of the tank, then got up and walked to the giant aquarium.
The body of the chanical assembly puppet was split into several parts, soaking in various aquariums filled with nutrient solution. Each limb was severally mutated.
On a micro-level, the immunological system of the chanical, was striving to eradicate the cells distorted by injecting 1000ml of Qilin Blood into its veins.
Tumors were being born and dying, dying and born again, the most severe cancer areas hung like bunches of grapes, shocking at the sight.
"You’ve worked hard, Big Crowd, I’ll add so food for you."
Li Cheng gave the glass wall of the aquarium a touching pat and poured buckets of glucose and animal serum into it.
Aside from the self-propelled cannons and chanical Crowd, the Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pills that had accompanied him for ages were all consud; the last Summoning Skill: Manor Guard was exhausted, with massive losses.
Yet correspondingly, the gains could be described as unprecedented.
Li Cheng turned his gaze to the warehouse’s corner, where it was piled full of the treasures Gray Rain brought back from the British Museum—this girl had made a trip to the British Museum while hunting Judges and Thompson.
Dunhuang Murals, the Rosetta Stone helping to decipher Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, sculptures from the 5th century BC Parthenon Temple, 9th century BC Assyrian Empire’s human-headed winged lion...
The forr Sun Never Sets Empire had, through worldwide colonial plunder and illicit acquisition, collected treasures from countless countries, totaling an astonishing over eight million pieces.
Perhaps aware of its own unpopularity, the British authorities didn’t even dare store these relics in the slums, which made it convenient for Gray Rain, who carried an automated warehouse and looted one sweep using museum introductory videos from an offline version of TikTok to match.
Like karma’s inevitable retribution, robbing a bank certainly doesn’t bring money as quickly as robbing the British Museum!
Li Cheng looked at the corner full of treasures, sincerely lanting, "A thousand days nurturing Gray, used for an hour."
Though according to Toy Factory’s standards, only artifacts with significant historical value can yield concepts, accumulating bit by bit is more than enough to replenish the consud Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pills and Manor Guards!
Those relics unable to yield concepts and exotic points could be returned to the respective countries.
Like Greece, Egypt, Italy, India, and so on.
Their local players would likely be very willing to spend money to redeem the relics—after all, the real world’s cultural treasures and their counterparts in Script World aren’t quite the sa ntally.
"I’m making money, making money, and I don’t even know how to spend it, buying Nokia with my left hand, and Motorola with my right hand~"
Li Cheng thought about giving Gray Rain a drumstick tonight, humming an old song, just like a farr inspecting his wheat fields, with a kind of harvest joy.
At this mont, the friend panel sounded again.
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