The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 604 No, don't give it to me, my boss is heartless.
"Journey to the Stars"

"To become the king of the universe."

The King of the Universe steadied himself, standing up unharmed. Rarely speaking, he addressed Lord Fuli with a clear, crisp voice:

"Our will is indomitable, our journey is unstoppable. Returning to the stars is our long-cherished wish."

No difficulty can stop us from returning to the stars.

The King of the Universe had clearly realized that the energy floating in the air was isolated by some unknown force and could not come to him. It had been weakened to an extreme point and could no longer break through.

The King of the Universe spoke up, advising Lord Fuli not to stop him anymore, as obstruction was pointless, since his return to the starry sky was inevitable.

"Nothing is predetermined. You were supposed to die in the hospital, but you stuck together and survived until now."

Master Fuli glanced at Professor Wu, making sure they were far enough away that she couldn't hear him, and calmly answered the King of the Universe's anger.

Its speech was devoid of emotion, and its body language showed no emotion whatsoever.

But Mr. Fuli could sense that the fox was angry at him for stopping it and was cursing him.

and.

The King of the Universe was not wrong; he alone could not stop its return.

An Sheng trapped its main body, but the blood-red substance that covered the cliffs and ravines was, in a sense, also part of the King of the Universe.

An Sheng can trap it, but it cannot trap the crimson substance that carries the will and obsession of the King of the Universe.

They will devour cities beyond the Great Wall, transforming countless humans into their own kind and building super biological warships.

However.
Now that we live in the information age, while An Sheng was fighting the King of the Universe, he heard Professor Wu requesting airdrop support from the temporary command camp.

With the firepower coverage of the Xia Kingdom, it is enough to erase the remnants of the will left behind by the King of the Universe.

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As if sensing the unspoken message from Lord Fuli, the King of the Universe's mask gradually melted away. Without speaking, he quietly gazed at the 5:30 sky, where the sun was dazzling.

However, a membrane grows inside its eyelids to block direct sunlight from damaging the pupils.

The armor on the King of the Universe began to melt away, and even his body was collapsing and withering, unable to continue.

It was severely damaged and had not received any form of energy replenishment for a long time. All the cells and tissues in its body ignored the will of the King of the Universe and reached a consensus to forcibly activate a state of physical famine to conserve energy.

Under the watchful gaze of Lord Fuli, the body of the Lord of the Universe collapsed into a grayish-white oval sphere.

The grayish-white eggshell, with its metallic sheen, lay quietly on the barren desert land.

Lord Fuli raised the gravity hammer in his hand and unleashed a full-force attack on one of the remnants of the King of the Universe.

"click"

The grayish-white eggshell gradually cracked open, turning into two solid semicircles that fell onto the collapsed desert land.

Master Fuli was taken aback, his lips twitched, and he turned to look at Professor Wu who was walking towards him, calling out:
"Professor Wu! Do you have any containers that can completely isolate spiritual particles?"

"This thing is ridiculously hard; I feel like I could even drag it back to forge iron!"

I have some here.

Before Professor Wu could speak, Unos's voice, which had been nowhere to be seen before, slowly drifted over.

Unos, carrying a huge bag on his back and a light blue glass jar in his hand, slowly descended from the sky to the ground and threw the container in his hand.

The light blue glass jar is 2.3 meters tall and about 1.5 meters wide. It has a tall metal base with a status indicator light on it, indicating that it is in operation.

Master Fuli caught the glass container, looked at Unos with some curiosity, and walked towards the grayish-white egg:

"Where did you run off to? I was just about to ask you to help hold off the First Era survivors. That guy's a bit weak, but he's incredibly fast."

"I went back to the camp to organize the data and get the spirit particle suppression medicine to help out," Unos said. "But Master Fuli's punching speed far exceeded my expectations."

Professor Wu glanced at Unos but didn't say anything.

Unos did not return to the camp at first.

Instead, he truly played a supporting role, eliminating all the henchmen of the various families within the Longevity Club.

Because they are not fast enough to escape, they might fall into the crimson substance and become nourishment for the King of the Universe. Unos was rational to the point of being cold-blooded.

After the King of the Universe awoke, he didn't even get to eat a single spirit creature, let alone obtain their genes.

“Excavating the ruins is work, but the research materials and data in the camp are genuine personal assets.” Seeing the look of disdain on Master Fuli’s face, Unos spoke frankly, explaining the reason for carrying the pack:
"In a work environment driven by 'capital,' we must be clear-headed when necessary that what we love is not the investor or the job, but the money they provide."

“I cannot stand by and watch my hard work be destroyed by any possibility of the First Era survivors.”

"Crooked."

Lord Fuli grumbled a complaint, then placed the degenerated egg of the King of the Universe into a glass container, a relieved expression on his face.

In An Sheng's mind, the King of the Universe is an extremely dangerous and terrifying creature, without exception.

While the myriad transformations displayed by the King of the Universe and the assimilation and pollution of his will are powerful, they are not the most powerful.

in a sense.

The King of the Universe was a premature baby.

Those ascended "perfect" beings were all life forms formed by the fusion of countless first-era life forms.

Even if you include all the medical staff and patients, it's hard to say whether there are tens of thousands of people in a mental hospital.

It was born prematurely and had no milk to drink later in life.

If you were to ask Master Fuli to describe the King of the Universe.

Then.

The only adjective he could think of was: a perfect being worthy of the name of the highest technological achievement of the First Era, capable of traversing the stars with a physical body.

Unfortunately.
Thinking of this, Master Fuli paused, glancing at the gray egg in the glass jar, and muttered to himself, "If I were to tell the King of the Universe, my whole family would be blessed."

What expression would the King of the Universe have?

Mr. Fu Li felt a surge of curiosity, but he had no intention of verifying it.

As a fox, my future path is to become a global intangible cultural heritage of cuteness.

An Sheng couldn't handle dealing with the red foxes of the Pacific Ocean.

"Since the King of the Universe is imprisoned, then..." Lord Fuli looked at Unos and nodded with complete certainty:

"I'm going to start protecting my food now! You bastards from the Longevity Club! Don't even think about touching our national treasure 'egg'!"

"Don't ask why it's a national treasure."

"If you really want to ask, then it's since ancient times."

The way Master Fuli jumped from topic to topic made Unos pause in surprise, looking at Master Fuli with a question mark in his eyes.

“You don’t need to worry about me asking you for it,” Unos said with a wry smile.
"The Longevity Club is driven by 'capital.' What does it mean to be driven by capital? It means prioritizing profits and putting cost reduction and efficiency improvement first."

"Like the assault team you met before, they earn $20,000 a day, and when they explore ruins, they bring their own weapons and gas masks."

"We quoted a very high price. The price for an ordinary mercenary is only three to five thousand dollars a day, but the finance department approved a budget of twenty thousand dollars a day. The reason is actually to save money."

Unos smiled and shook his head, saying, "Whether it's a DuPont or 3M product, the highest-grade biohazard suit that has undergone rigorous testing costs between $160,000 and $300,000, including accessories and drones."

"Twenty-seven people, a full set of biochemical protective suits costs more than four million. Even if they all die, including their wages, it won't cost three million dollars."

Driven by capital.

If they were to obtain the King of the Universe, the Longevity Club would inevitably force the researchers to conduct research.

Even knowing there is an inevitable risk of things getting out of control.

But they will still choose to conduct research because high risk equals high reward—that's a law.

Unos didn't want to cause trouble for himself, and he certainly didn't want to spend the night working in the laboratory, experiencing the terrifying feeling of being patted on the shoulder by the King of the Universe—it was just too gloomy.

"Even if you gave it to me, I wouldn't want it. I'd even turn around and sink it into the trench."

"Because... I'm afraid I'll die without knowing why." Unos nodded with a determined look, and then complained again about his difficult working environment and the inhumanity of his sugar daddies.

(End of this chapter)