Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 369 Stepping onto the Chaotic Moon
For the first time, Lin Bo traveled directly to the other world without using the cross-dimensional portal of the dungeon invitation. The advantage was that he ignored the cooldown time and saved the cost of opening the portal with Disaster Coins.

As for the drawback, it is that the flow of time cannot be anchored; the main world did not pause during his stay in the other world.

The celestial distance can transcend the boundaries of the multiverse because different universes fundamentally share the same spacetime field.

The observable universe is indeed vast, but beyond it, there are still boundless worlds. Two places that seem far apart may actually be neighbors in the grand scheme of things.

Lin Bo only needs to lock onto the destination coordinates to use the celestial distance to traverse space.

Once he condenses the sacred embryo of time, he will be able to almost perfectly replicate the official teleportation channel of the online game.

As for now, the monk is only temporarily visiting this realm on business.

He looked around and saw that the Fungus Forest was more lively than ever before, thanks to the large influx of people, mainly adventurers. These groups were nomadic, pursuing profit and power, and in this post-apocalyptic world, they had an even more practical consideration: safety.

As an ancient sacred territory, the Fungus Forest is protected by a god-like power that reigns supreme in the universe. Even if the world falls, this place will be the last refuge for those who perish.

If tropical regions weren't relatively remote compared to the rest of the civilized world, there would probably have been large-scale population migrations long ago.

Outside the alien town established by players on the crossroads network, a large number of new houses have been built, forming an outer city area. The main roads carved out of the forest extend in one direction, and there, the wormhole gate leading directly to the Chaos Moon still stands on the Greenskin War Wilderness.

Ordinary armies from various countries have already stationed themselves outside the gate, gradually building a major town that combines military defense and industrial production, providing logistical support for the expeditionary force.

Aside from the green-skinned reinforcements, this wormhole is usually only used for cargo, not for people. However, there are some fearless warriors who, knowing they may never return, still resolutely embark on the expedition.

Lin Bo was fully aware of everything that was happening here, including town planning, administrative arrangements, and personnel appointments and removals. He was constantly following up on these matters. The specific administrative affairs were handled by Steel Baboon and Star Crown. In addition to reviewing and approving, he was also responsible for mediating various internal conflicts.

The main task of this mission is to collect the finished brain-computer interface products and transfer them to the original world for distribution.

Incidentally, Lin Bo also planned to assess the battlefield situation.

When the ancient saint descended upon this world, he arrived silently. Apart from a black hole portal without any light, no alarming phenomena occurred. He simply appeared like that. The witnesses, seeing Lin Bo transformed into a human form, did not recognize him for a moment.

Lin Bo had no intention of chatting idly. The illusionary mage beside him gave him the order to dispatch the cargo, while his real body strolled toward the wormhole portal.

Before this enormous teleportation tunnel stands a square monument engraved with numerous signatures, marking the names of those who volunteered for the front lines, a testament to their unwavering loyalty.

The monument stands tall and imposing, its granite surface smooth and fine, with the inscription inlaid with pure white limestone. It is guarded by elite soldiers from various races, including humans, dwarves, and even snake people and fish people from the sea.

The Forest of Fungi is known to the native inhabitants as the Land of a Thousand Races. The isolation and seclusion that has existed since ancient times has been broken. The rulers of various kingdoms and tribes have gathered at the invitation of legendary powerful figures, and the alliances they have formed have made communication between the races more frequent.

Lin Bo did not linger to admire the scenery along the way. He passed the monument to the expedition volunteers and arrived near the wormhole door.

A noisy, clamorous mob of greenskins surged into the passageway, clad in rudimentary enchanted plate armor and driving a chaotic array of homemade vehicles—bicycles, jet-powered go-karts, and other rudimentary handicrafts—excitedly preparing for war while also escorting supplies. Soldiers of various races watched as these bio-weapons, resembling orcs in appearance but utterly different in nature, were sent to their deaths. Any force attempting to deal with the greenskins would consider them an incurable and incomprehensible race, unable to survive without war. Yet, these infamous mushroom-like barbarians were the ones who shed blood and sacrificed themselves for the sake of all living beings in this world.

Everyone says that the Greenskins are noble villains, fanatical henchmen of the gods, and savage angels that grew out of the fields.

Lin Bo walked among the green-skinned horde. After transforming into a human, he was completely blocked by the muscular mushrooms that averaged over two meters in height. Like a stone thrown into the sea, he quietly followed the army through the wormhole. Only the pale gray cloak behind him flashed by in the eyes of the stationed soldiers, like a light cloud in the dark green sky.

In an instant, the scenery changed again; this was Lin Bo's first time stepping onto the Chaotic Moon.

This realm has devoured the prime material plane many times, tearing planets into fragments that float in the purplish-black void sea. These broken planetary islands vary in size, some being only a few dozen hectares, while others can reach tens of millions of square kilometers.

Each shattered planetary island is a breeding ground for evil, transformed from the twisted souls of all living beings, who fight and kill each other for soul essence, with the strong ruling over the weak, forming basic separatist forces.

Linbo is currently in the Greenskins outpost, where the powerful and energetic barbarians have defeated and slaughtered the evil spirits on the island, seized the territory, mined minerals, developed industry, and dealt with the enemy forces that launch counterattacks like a tide every day.

"Hey, bean sprout, who are you?" The surrounding green-skinned creatures only then noticed the little guy who had snuck in.

Lin Bo silently recited the true names of the Greenskin race and the Greenskin Destiny Twin Dragons. The blindingly bright psionic network roared across this void island, isolating the terrifying distorted radiation. Now, this green canopy stirred up tides.

"Quack, it's...it's the Great Mage!" The green-skinned warlords rushed over with thunderous footsteps, bowing deeply to the short man in greeting. The surrounding green-skinned laborers, green-skinned civilians, and others all consciously dropped their weapons and kowtowed to the Great Mage.

"Looks like you're doing pretty well here." Lin Bo smiled and patted the heads of several burly men. In the distance, expedition volunteers from various ethnic groups gathered after hearing the news.

"Your Majesty!" "You have arrived!" The native adventurer, his face parched and eyes burning with thirst, trembled in worship. The Chaotic Moon was utterly uninhabitable, yet they resided there permanently. A few charismatic leaders rallied morale, organized production and military activities, ensuring that the warriors of all races did not succumb to despair or collapse in this terrifying land.

The appearance of the ancient saint filled the disoriented warriors with joy, sweeping away all their doubts and sorrows.

Lin Bo glanced at everyone, spoke gently and encouragingly, and then asked, "Do you miss home? If you want to go home, pack your things and I'll take you back."

While their courage and fervor inspired many warriors to embark on the expedition, the sheer brutality and devastation of the campaign shattered the mental fortitude of many who thought themselves strong. The sight of chaotic demons tormenting souls and flesh was enough to crush any blind courage.

The phrases "mountains of corpses and seas of blood" and "the wailing of ten thousand ghosts" are not adjectives here, but rather a straightforward description.

Lin Bo gave them a chance to back out.

"Think it over carefully and make a decision," he said. "I'll go for a walk around the neighborhood first, and you can give me your answer when I get back."

The mage's silhouette was enveloped by a fleeting black shadow, and then vanished without a trace before everyone's eyes.

He has left temporarily.

(End of this chapter)