Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 448 Robbery of Civilization

After leaving the palace where the demons gathered, Chen Xingzhi wanted to stroll around the city, occasionally spreading his knowledge and helping some people he believed in to make further progress.

The only flaw is that he has three followers following him.

"So, why are you three following me?" He looked at the three metal gods behind him with helplessness on his face.

The mercury snakes wrapped around him turned their heads together, with a hint of hostility in their eyes.

Although he had little interaction with the three metal gods, he could sense the hostility of two of them, so he did not have a good face towards them.

"It's fine if you don't follow those demon gods to the new realm, but why are you following me?"

"We didn't pay for the eighth-level wreckage, so we don't have tickets." Eran said honestly.

"Oh, that's true." Chen Xingzhi patted his head and breathed a sigh of relief, "I almost let three people in without buying tickets."

Although the Bronze God of the Brass Civilization is considered the top demon god in this realm, he has difficulty in moving, like a king sitting on a golden toilet, and has not collected many eighth-level debris.

Naturally, the three of them became the few demons who did not pay.

Suddenly, Chen Xingzhi discovered a blind spot:
"So what does this have to do with you following me?"

"You are our creator. Who else can we follow if not you?" Eran said bluntly.

In the eyes of the three of them, he was the one with the closest relationship to them except for the Brass God, even someone as arrogant as Gordon thought so.

"Oh, is it the fledgling effect? ​​Or is there something else at work?"

Chen Xingzhi looked at them with interest, not caring about their following him, and continued to do what he had just planned to do.

At this civilization exchange meeting, he quickly became famous, and more and more people came to listen to his sermons.

Sometimes he taught the principles of alchemy, and sometimes he taught the theory of physical transformation.

No matter who they were, as long as they came to listen to his sermons, they would definitely gain something, even if they didn't understand what he was talking about at all.

"It's so weird. I clearly didn't understand his theory, but I somehow got to know some profound knowledge. What's going on?"

Below the podium, a young man frowned.

He came from another realm and was born into an eighth-level civilization called "Jie Civilization".

All members of the Tribulation Civilization have to go through a tribulation at regular intervals since they reach adulthood. This tribulation can be in various forms, and each time they go through one, the power of the following tribulation will increase.

After going through nine tribulations, they can be promoted to the seventh level immediately.

There are seven calamity lines on the forehead of this young man, which means he is already a sixth-level being who has passed through seven calamities.

Next to the young man, an old man with nine calamity lines on his forehead suddenly spoke:
"That knowledge is alive. Li Yang, hurry up and force out the knowledge you have acquired."

The young man called Li Yang was shocked, and without hesitation, he did what the old man said.

As a sixth-order being, he originally had full confidence in his control over his own memory and soul, but what happened next made him lose his confidence.

"I can't erase that knowledge and those memories." Li Yang's expression became ferocious.

"That knowledge doesn't want to leave. It's running wild in my mind. Elder Yan, please help me."

Elder Yan placed a palm on his face and forcibly intervened with his own will.

After a while, he removed his hand and opened his palm, on which a slightly unreal worm was wriggling.

"Is this 'activated knowledge'?" Li Yang looked at the worm with lingering fear.

Elder Yan nodded and stared at the worm: "It's a very sophisticated structure. It is essentially a computing and receiving device with independent intelligence."

"Calculating transceiver? Doesn't that mean..." Li Yang's face turned ugly. "Yes, part of your memory has been read by it, and it is probably known by its creator now."

Li Yang's face turned ugly, and he subconsciously looked up at the person on the podium, and found that the other person was also looking at him.

The two met their eyes.

Chen Xingzhi smiled slightly, looked away unnoticeably, and continued his preaching.

Every word that came out of his mouth turned into an invisible worm of knowledge, drilling into the heads of his listeners through their ears.

These activated knowledge will not cause any harm to the host, but will only read the host's memory and continuously send new knowledge to Chen Xingzhi.

Occasionally it would occupy the host's idle computing power to perform some calculations, but other than that it had no other use.

After all, he is not a devil, just a disseminator of knowledge.

Li Yang and Yan Lao turned pale when they heard it, and tacitly closed their five senses, not accepting anything he said.

The two figures disappeared silently in the crowd.

They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they were away from the pulpit.

"Master Yan, who is that preacher?" Li Yang asked.

Elder Yan shook his head, "Not sure, but he is most likely an eighth-rank."

A strange eighth-level person suddenly appeared in this realm, and it was unclear whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

He sighed, pushed open the door of their residence, and after taking in everything inside, he froze in place.

"What's wrong, Master Yan?" Li Yang almost bumped into him and asked puzzledly.

Old Yan said nothing, but closed the door, still muttering: "I must have opened the door incorrectly, I'll try again."

After saying that, he opened the door again. This time the result was even more frightening. A man was standing at the door alive, looking at them with a smile.

The two people at the door were stunned for a moment, and then Old Yan decisively closed the door, intending to pretend to be an ostrich and ignore it.

"Li Yang, I think we should pack up and go back home." He said this as soon as he closed the door.

"Ah? Oh oh." Li Yang reacted and responded quickly.

The two turned around and were about to leave when a pair of hands suddenly patted them on the shoulders: "Daoyou, please stay."

The two of them froze where they were, not daring to move. Now they couldn't even pretend to be an ostrich.

They turned around mechanically, and Elder Yan asked carefully:
"I wonder what the senior wants to see us about?"

"It's nothing. I'm just interested in your civilization's 'robbery method'. Can you two lend it to me to have a look?" Chen Xingzhi said with a smile.

Elder Yan wanted to cry but had no tears: "Senior, this is the innate talent of our race. Outsiders cannot learn it."

"It doesn't matter. I can just make a body of your kind, right?"

After Chen Xingzhi finished speaking, he pointed his finger and two drops of blood flew out from the center of their eyebrows and landed on his hands.

After he compared the two drops of blood, he merged them into one.

The new blood quickly divided, and an individual of the robbery civilization appeared with seven robbery lines on his forehead and a face that looked exactly like Chen Xingzhi.

A black robe covered the body tightly as the skin and flesh grew back.

"Is this the 'robbery method' that you inherited from your bloodline? Quite interesting." The new body opened its eyes and revealed a slight smile.

(End of this chapter)