Building a sect from scratch.

Instead of directly answering Nietzsche's question, Lao Tian said, "Xiao Mo, I see you're also a graduate student at B University, which is relatively close to us. Why don't you come over after you finish this project today and we can discuss some details in person?"

"Face-to-face meeting?" Nietzsche stammered even more, not even knowing why she had suddenly blurted out a completely unrelated sentence: "Uncle Tian, ​​how did you know my surname is Mo?"

Old Tian couldn't help but chuckle and continued, "Haha, I not only know your surname is Mo, but I also know your name is Mo Han. Your advisor told me that you are his prized student! To be honest, Professor Duan will also be involved in this project. You can talk to him later!"

"Professor Duan is involved too!?"

Nietzsche's pupils almost trembled.

Nietzsche's real name was Mo Han. He was a graduate student at Peking University, majoring in ideological and political education.

Mo Han was the kind of "other people's child" since she was a child. She had excellent grades in school and never attended any tutoring classes from elementary school to high school. She always ranked first in every exam and eventually got into B University, one of the most famous universities in China, without any trouble.

The summer after the college entrance exam, she decisively chose the versatile major of Ideological and Political Education—after all, compared to other majors, it was a major that only required memorization, which was too easy for her, who had an almost photographic memory.

After Nietzsche graduated with excellent grades, she took the postgraduate entrance exam. She originally planned to take the civil service exam after graduation and live a lazy, unambitious life. However, she unexpectedly became financially independent after playing a game on a whim.

If it weren't for the fact that this major, apart from requiring a lot of memorization, isn't too tiring, she probably would have considered giving up on graduate school and directly achieving her ultimate goal, which she had planned since childhood: to retire and enjoy life after achieving financial freedom.

This is also thanks to her supervisor, Professor Duan, who is easy to talk to and doesn't treat his students like beasts of burden like many university professors are complained about online. This allows her, a lazy bum, to still enjoy playing games happily while pursuing her master's degree at Peking University.

but……

Isn't Professor Duan the vice dean of a certain Marxist institute at B University? How come he'd be interested in a game like "Ten Continents Chronicle"? And even involved in the "project" Uncle Tian mentioned?

For a moment, Nietzsche was both puzzled and incredulous—it wasn't that she couldn't guess what these seemingly plausible messages meant, but she simply couldn't believe it. If it weren't for the fact that the players in this large group already knew each other and were even familiar with each other, she would have suspected that this Uncle Tian was an old swindler!

“Of course, time is of the essence, so I’ll keep it short,” Old Tian said, patiently waiting for Nietzsche to compose herself before his smile faded and his tone became serious and earnest. “Little Mo Rabbit, if possible, please try your best to communicate with the NPC Feng Liqi that your group encountered in the dungeon. It would be best to bring her to a safe place and ensure her safety. We’ve already temporarily assigned a quest to one of your team members in the game, so please cooperate with the quest instructions as much as possible, because this NPC’s existence… is extremely important!”

"Received, received!"

Subconsciously, Nietzsche felt as if she had returned to the time when she was in military training at the beginning of her university years. She quickly responded, and after she finished speaking, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva in embarrassment—what the hell was this all about!
"Besides, Little Mo Rabbit is studying this major, so she should have an understanding of all aspects. I won't go into too much detail. This exchange of ours is somewhat confidential. Little Mo Rabbit, you can decide for yourself how to proceed. In short, it's best not to disclose it to irrelevant people. We can discuss the details when we meet later!"

"understand!"

Practice makes perfect, and the second time Nietzsche responded decisively, though her heart was pounding in her chest, and she couldn't tell whether she was embarrassed or excited.

Fortunately, sensing her embarrassment, Lao Tian quickly hung up the video call, citing the reason that he didn't want to disturb her game.

This video call deeply shocked Nietzsche, so much so that after she hung up, her mind remained in a state of confusion, and she sat quietly at her desk, lost in thought.

It wasn't until she heard someone playing the ukulele upstairs, the pleasant music carrying all the way to Nietzsche, that she suddenly snapped out of her reverie and regained her ability to think—although her major was politics, she never dreamed that she could actually be involved with "politics"!
Before she could think about it any further, another call popped up on her phone, and Nietzsche's heart jumped into her throat.

Only after recognizing that it was Renxin Huadao calling did he breathe a sigh of relief, answer the phone, and put it on speakerphone.

"Hey! Guild leader! Log back in! Everyone's almost respawned! Did you ask how they did it over there?"

"Ah! I, I asked!"

After answering just one sentence, Nietzsche immediately realized he was in trouble—he had been so busy being intimidated by Uncle Tian that he had forgotten to ask about the important matter!

Just as she was considering how to brush this off, a window suddenly popped up on her phone—

It was a message from Uncle Tian: "Little Mo Rabbit, you asked us how we beat the game. It's hard to explain in a short time, but our methods are indeed not replicable for now. We used the latest improved Psionic Generation 1 Heavy Rocket Launcher Type 75, which has too much firepower and won't be available to ordinary players for the time being. But to help you and other players beat the game, a Psionic arms shop has opened in Rongyu City of the [I Love Farming] community. You're welcome to come and buy some. Of course, due to limited production, Psionic weapons are also limited in number... But I've specially reserved twenty light rocket launchers and thirty light grenade rifles for you. I hope they can help you!" After quickly reading Uncle Tian's message, Nietzsche was finally relieved. She quickly switched to another call and politely thanked him.

Renxin Huadao, unable to hear Nietzsche's reply, thought it was a bad signal: "Hello? Hello? Commander? Are you still there? Why can't I hear you suddenly?!"

"Ah! Yes, yes, I'm here!"

Nietzsche quickly replied, "I was just reporting back to Uncle Tian... Uncle Zhongtian. Well, I asked, and they defeated the BOSS using psionic weapons, which is why they were so fast!"

Upon hearing this, Renxin Huadao was utterly disappointed: "Psionic weapons? Like rocket launchers or something? We can't get our hands on those! What are we going to do?!"

Nietzsche chuckled and said, "Hehe, actually we can get them! Uncle Zhongtian just told me that their community has opened a psionic arms shop in Rongyu City, selling things like psionic rocket launchers. He also just told me that they left us twenty psionic rocket launchers and thirty lightning rifles!"

"Holy crap! Really?!" Renxin Huadao was both surprised and delighted by the news, but then a long string of questions popped into his head, and he answered them himself: "But why are they selling this stuff? Oh right! Sister Ma Lou and Giant Gong have both entered their community! Good heavens! Isn't their community about to take off?! When in doubt, they can just use firepower to overwhelm everything!"

Nietzsche had a keen sense of smell, and she immediately realized that what Lao Tian had just told her was not something that could be said to others. So she changed the subject, saying, "It's alright. Look, aren't we the first in the entire server to obtain the clan contract for an entire cave world and the mining rights to all the minerals within it? We can't just be lucky and not let others make big money, can we? Besides, when it comes to arms dealing, you definitely need to buy raw materials, and our mined minerals will have buyers!"

“That makes sense!” Renxin Huadao’s attention was immediately diverted, and he mysteriously showed off the information he had gathered: “But I heard that their Sheyi seems to have a good relationship with Dongfang Sheyi. Didn’t Dongfang Sheyi set up Luban City over in the Ten Thousand Mountains? I suspect that Dongfang is also part of the insider faction! Because I’ve been to Luban City, and not only are players prohibited from entering, but they’ve also built a bunch of factories! I saw several of those huge boilers! I also heard from NPCs that they seem to be hiring miners at high prices and have set up several mines. We’re unlikely to be able to compete with them!”

Nietzsche comforted them, "It's alright, even if they're family, it doesn't matter. We don't rely solely on mining for a living; our community mainly focuses on land reclamation and investment!"

"Yeah, right! Hey, raid leader, hurry up and log on! Everyone's almost respawned!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go into the game pod right away, we'll chat in the game later!"

"okay!"

"beep--"

As the call ended, Nietzsche wiped his sweaty palms on his clothes and took a deep breath.

Although Nietzsche was discussing topics with Renxin Huadao that were not directly related to his earlier conversation with Lao Tian, ​​he was still thinking at the same time.

Her shock stemmed from the fact that she had never imagined that "The Chronicles of the Ten Continents" would actually be related to the high-ranking officials of the Chinese nation, and she was unable to accept it for a time.

But once she accepted it, all sorts of details flooded her mind, and Nietzsche kept coming to mind until she figured out a key point, at which point her face turned even paler—

She suddenly realized that the forces behind the "Ten Continents Chronicle," or rather, the forces represented by the "Ten Continents Chronicle," were definitely in a cooperative relationship with the Chinese nation!

If it weren't a cooperative relationship, the higher-ups in China wouldn't have been so restrained and tolerant in their actions, and they certainly wouldn't have allowed ordinary people to access the game. If it really was a game called "Ten Continents Chronicle" made by China itself, whether it was for testing or experimentation, they could have used a group of more controllable people instead of an ordinary person like her who had lived a quiet life in society and had no connection with "politics" for the past twenty years.

Not to mention that most players in the game are just uninformed bystanders! While everyone jokes about the abundance of insiders or rumors circulating that *Ten Continents Chronicles* is a secret experimental project of the Chinese government, honestly, very few people believe these seemingly absurd rumors. After all, with billions of people in China, it's incredibly easy to conduct secret experiments without being discovered. Why bother creating a game for everyone?
Therefore, the reason why so many ordinary people unaware of the inside story flooded into "Ten Continents Chronicles" is only one possibility—the forces behind it are completely different from those of the Chinese nation! Even more radically, it's highly likely that the Chinese nation needs the power behind "Ten Continents Chronicles," which is why it allows the other party to stir up trouble within the Chinese nation, using the guise of a game to recruit so many ordinary people for experimental testing…

Wait, what if, what if this isn't an experimental test!?
Nietzsche's pupils suddenly contracted; she considered an even more absurd, yet logically sound, possibility—

What if the "Ten Continents Chronicle" itself is a real world?

Nietzsche's forehead was covered in a layer of sweat. She slumped back in her chair with a thud, panting heavily like a dehydrated fish, feeling dizzy.

Oh no! Her more than twenty years of studying dialectical materialism and historical materialism are about to go wrong! (End of Chapter)