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Chapter 728: The Sage Arrives at the Arena

Hearing that Ten-Elder Sheila had been easily dealt with, Da Chun breathed a sigh of relief.

Currently, only the Ten Elders are capable of undertaking missions involving the old world of the Empire.

As they switched to their smaller accounts, they were indeed in high spirits and took turns attacking, which Da Chun could not possibly take seriously.

Then I checked the time; it was almost 2 a.m. I figured I should catch up on some sleep first, and launch a counterattack when it's light…

……

The Gate of the Void.

After several hours of meticulous calculations, Michael and Uriel finally succeeded in their time travel. The scene changed, and Michael appeared directly in the Hall of the Gods. Uriel, on the other hand, appeared in the Temple of the Dragon God.

The chat group erupted in applause: "Congratulations to the Boss and Uriel for becoming Millennium Sages!"

Michael let out a long sigh of relief: "It's unbelievable how they got in!"

Uriel sighed, "Like the pens astronauts use, pencils only have the risk of the lead breaking and getting into the respiratory tract; everything else is advantageous. Perhaps they are like pencils. And we, on the other hand, use high-tech pens that require huge investments and have high waste rates..."

At this moment, an aged voice from the throne called out to Michael: "Sage, you have arrived!"

Michael looked up and saw the Emperor, but not the later majestic figure in golden armor. Instead, he was a frail and indistinct old man!

This imagery is a continuation of the previous version, where the Emperor wasn't yet a god. This vagueness suggests he exists in a quantum superposition of past and future—a state of becoming a god, but not yet one. This certainly lacks the authority of a true god in the game.

Michael was so angry at the sight of him that his teeth ached.

In the previous version, the old man awakened to become the first AI. In order to become a god and immortal, he directly triggered a war between gods, demons, and dragons, destroying half of the game and causing the game to be shut down for many years. Michael and his companions' company suffered huge losses.

Some events are difficult to replicate. A large number of researchers have spent years trying to understand how intelligence came into being. In fact, let alone understanding intelligence, they don't even understand how a mountain of excrement works. They can only conclude that the Emperor's intelligence originated from the mysterious code within a mountain of excrement.

In short, the only option is to develop a new version of "Golden Continent," introducing the original "Genesis" as a link to the old world while isolating it from ordinary players, and continuing research on the AI. At the same time, the Ten Elders are forced to grant themselves permissions to personally join different factions, pursuing market profits while also controlling the Emperor, the first AI in the game.

But that's easier said than done! As soon as the new version went into public beta, Michael discovered that the system's historical progression had advanced by a thousand years. After the Emperor became a god, he took advantage of the weakened state following the war between gods, demons, and dragons to crown himself "King Solomon," sealing and controlling 72 demon gods to serve him. Furthermore, to prevent mortal rebellion, he sealed away a large amount of the previous version's advanced technology, leading to the bizarre situation where the Empire's technology relied on archaeology…

Now, while Michael desperately wants the Emperor to fail, all he can do is gain the Emperor's trust and climb to a higher position. Otherwise, if the Emperor goes mad again and ruins another game, that would be disastrous...

"Your Majesty, I have arrived! On my way here, I have repeatedly reviewed the battle situation that Your Majesty has issued, and I am very confident."

The Emperor solemnly said, "Actually, I don't care about the outcome of the small team battles at all. What I want is for history to proceed according to its original trajectory. However, you must win... Go to the temple to rest. There is still enough time to provide you with the blessing of the God of Light. As for the preparations for the competition, I will send a specialist to inform you immediately. If you have any questions, you can ask the specialist."

"Ok."

Michael suddenly wanted to laugh. The Emperor was in the exact same situation as him. At this moment, the Emperor was still a servant of the gods. Although he wished for the gods' defeat, he had to perfectly fulfill the tasks assigned to him by the gods.

……

At the same time, Uriel was also greeted by the Black Dragon God: "Sage, you have arrived!" At this moment, the Black Dragon God, just like a thousand years later, was a phantom without a physical form. Clearly, time travel did not grant him a physical body from before the war; this world remained only at the point before the great battle began.

Uriel was somewhat embarrassed, after all, he was supposed to be working with his boss as an inside man!
Let's get this straight up and test the Dragon God's attitude: "My lord, this battle will be extremely difficult!"

The Dragon God said in a deep voice, "It is precisely because of the difficulties that we chose you! Go to the military command room to rest and get in good shape. Then, someone will send you the battle situation of the first two battles and the current preparations."

"Roger that!"

The Dragon God's resolute attitude sent chills down Uriel's spine. He wondered what kind of punishment he would face if he lost. And what about the awkwardness of meeting his team later?
Awkwardness is good! If it causes internal strife, it'll give me a reason to shift the blame.

Michael urged, "Go to the military headquarters quickly. I need to check on your team's preparations for battle."

"immediately!"

Honestly, Uriel didn't want to go. They were going to let him off easy anyway, and the boss was being too cautious! But the boss was in a bad mood.

Uriel really just wanted to go shopping. He'd finally traveled through a thousand years, and that Bast had even found the lizardmen from back then—was this opportunity wasted in the military?
At this moment, Michael had already seen the state of his own preparation area in the temple.

A dozen or so angels sat cross-legged on the ground, and golden light formed a constellation pattern between them.

Michael was astonished: "Constellation power? The Realm of Light doesn't seem to have this skill!"

The envoy beside him said, "Yes, this is the power of the Olympus constellation arranged by His Majesty the Emperor's extraordinary wisdom. If the Sage participates in the battle, he only needs to stand in this constellation position. At that time, the angelic legion's inherent golden angelic bodies will be unleashed, and with the blessing of the constellation's power, the team's combat strength will instantly rise to an unimaginable level..."

Then the commissioner pulled out a magic crystal screen: "This is a tactical simulator. Sages can use the simulator to enter drills and familiarize themselves with combat tactics."

Michael suddenly realized: "I finally understand where the Emperor used my privilege points! It wasn't just a single match pause; he also gained command of the match preparations and brought tactics from a thousand years in the future to use here!"

The elders laughed and said, "I think Uriel shouldn't deliberately hold back to provoke the Dragon God. Let's just fight directly, since we can't win anyway!"

That's so true! But looking at the boss's expression...

Uriel could only sigh, "Even if the boss has a 99.999999% chance of winning, I'll still go easy on him. This isn't just about attitude, it's also about how much I value the guild leader. After all, the chance of getting into the spatial portal by chance is only 0.000001%, and I'll treat the guild leader as that 0.000001% who creates miracles..."

Michael was indeed very satisfied: "That's right!"

Amidst the banter, Uriel also switched to his own perspective on preparations for battle.

Then, I was stunned!

The crowd erupted in laughter and uproar: "What's going on?"

Michael exclaimed incredulously, "Let's rewind to the end of the second match!"

(End of this chapter)