I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 529 Incorporation (36)

The bandaged man arrived at the port after the camel was sent to contact the higher-ups at Traveller Passenger Transport.

Construction here is in full swing, and more and more drivers are coming to work hard in their small puppets.

Besides the drivers, the bandaged man also saw an invisible Foundation Establishment primordial spirit arrive here, attaching itself to the paper figure and manipulating magic to repair the port's formations and continuously improve its efficiency.

These Foundation Establishment Nascent Souls were once servants of the Longevity State Cultivator Management Committee. After borrowing enough magical power from Chen Yu, they finally gained their freedom and came to repay his kindness.

Originally prepared to repay the debt of gratitude and run away, I didn't expect that there would be magic power to be gained from pretending to repay the debt of gratitude. Now I'm shouting louder than the puppet pilots.

Looking at the bustling scene before him, the bandaged man felt a pang of sadness for some reason.

The calamity in Yunduan City was caused by him, and if this cause and effect cannot be resolved, he will never have peace of mind for the rest of his life.

The day Cloud City recovers will be the day he perishes; this is his destiny as a calamity.

Although he knew he would eventually die, seeing this person's destined death approaching still filled him with emotion.

Just as he was feeling sentimental, he heard a familiar sound of running.

Hundreds of cloud-based cultivators raced across the desert, their bodies emaciated as they ran wildly across the scorching sand, their eyes filled with excitement and longing at the sight of living people.

Upon seeing them approach, the puppets on guard immediately tensed up.

Just as he was about to issue a warning, the bandaged man stopped them.

Approaching the monks who were raising clouds of dust, the bandaged man gestured for the others to turn around, then faced them and unwrapped the bandage from his left hand.

The pitch-black smoke filled the air, and the disgusting sight startled the cloud cultivators in the front row, causing them to stop running. However, they were pushed forward by the cultivators behind them, rolling towards the bandaged man.

After the hundreds of cultivators finally stopped, the bandaged man finished wrapping his bandages and walked towards them.

As they drew closer, the bandaged man saw that their faces were filled with fear, but their hands were clenched tightly with anger.

These guys may seem fine, but they've actually been deeply corrupted by calamity.

These calamities did not manifest in their physical bodies, but rather in their primordial spirits. Corrupted, they both hated the calamities that polluted their homeland and involuntarily worshipped them, becoming the bandaged man's most unwilling believers.

Kneeling down in front of an elderly man, the bandaged man helped him up and said softly, "It's been a long time, Dad."

The old man didn't speak, but suddenly reached out and grabbed the bandaged man's neck tightly, roaring and howling.

Looking silently at the other person, the bandaged man said, "There's no need for this. You know I won't die like this. But I've brought a method to restore Cloud to normal. Are you sure you're not interested?"

The old man slowly loosened his fingers, his eyes, identical to the bandaged man's, filled with wariness and hatred.

After a long pause, he asked coldly, "What is it?"

"Let's try out this dream. Do you guys have cell phones? If not, I can provide a batch."

At the bandaged man's command, the cloud-dwelling cultivator in front of him took the phone, opened it one by one, and then immersed himself in "My Dream".

The dream they entered unlocked the initial mod, which integrated all the desert-related mods from the forum, greatly enhancing the desert experience.

In this mod, players spawn in the desert, and can only spawn in the desert.

Here, there is only rolling yellow sand; oases are few and far between, and they are constantly being encroached upon by the sand. As time passes, the number of oases will decrease, and the module interface will clearly show how many oases are left nearby. Once there are zero oases, the dream will end.

This is one of the more well-known "dark mode mods," famous for its difficulty and countdown settings, and has been rated by many players as one of the most mentally taxing mods.

Under the bandaged man's instructions, the cloud cultivators quickly became familiar with the module's operation. The simple and easy-to-use dream gameplay allowed them to quickly immerse themselves in it and begin to empathize with the module.

The desert and oasis setting has a Cloud Realm vibe, where players need to constantly collect resources, build defense systems, and resist the invasion of sandstorms.

Moreover, the difficulty of the dream increases with the number of days.

Mad cultivators will gradually appear in the desert. If not dealt with in time, these mad cultivators will gradually gather and start kidnapping people everywhere.

At first, I had a lot of fun using the cloud.

The desert's geography drew them in, and the revival gameplay resonated with them. Almost all the cultivators were instantly immersed in this dream, even the old leader.

Even when the mad cultivators appeared, many people angrily declared that these guys were a scourge, until several mad cultivators started snatching people away, and they realized that these mad cultivators referred to themselves.

The discovery silenced them, then angered them, and then silenced them again.

Once everyone noticed the problem, they suddenly realized they couldn't continue playing.

The advantage of dreams lies in this: they allow people to enter perspectives they have never noticed before, and then examine what kind of person they are.

Discovering that you are seen as a bad person by others is not a big deal.

But things get a little complicated when they realize that they themselves are bad people by their own standards.

After noticing that everyone had begun to think, the bandaged man said, "As you can see, I am Calamity, and you are Calamity too. Your actions have been damaging the image of Cloud City. It's time to wake up."

Meeting the raised gazes of the others, the bandaged man continued, "But now, we have a chance to make amends. I have entrusted Cloud to a trustworthy person, none other than Chen Yu, the author of the dream you just played with."

"That's it..."

If it were a complete stranger, they would absolutely not agree.

However, after experiencing the dream and learning that the module they had just played was a derivative of the other person's dream, they also developed a strong liking for Chen Yu.

After letting this feeling simmer for a while, the bandaged man continued, "As you can see, Cloud City can't retain people right now. There are no job opportunities, no industries here. Forcing things is just self-satisfaction. We have no space to retain talent."

"Then what should we do?" a monk asked helplessly, raising his withered hand.

Pointing to the things behind him, the bandaged man said firmly, "The port! When the port is restored, Cloud City can also recover. There will be jobs, there will be a city, there will be everything."

How can you be so sure?

"Because Chen Yu is the incarnation of the future Star Lord, you can doubt me all you want, but would you doubt the future Star Lord?"

The terrifying reputation silenced everyone again, and the bandaged man's certainty convinced many of them.

After a long while, another cultivator asked, "Then what should we do?"

“Help him promote this dream. I’ve already contacted the people at Traveler Bus, and they should be here soon. Believe me, this is definitely a good thing for Cloud.”

(End of this chapter)