I can travel to the past and the future

Chapter 114 The Eternal God (9k)

"You said I had no evidence before, so what about this? What exactly constitutes evidence?"

"More than seven hundred years have passed since the destruction of the lower city of Silvermoon. Countless monsters from the multiverse, numbering in the millions, have existed, but none of them can activate the magic array!"

"I refuse to believe I'm the only one in this vast city who thought of this!"

"That's enough, stop talking."

A little after eight in the morning, in the office of the sixth squad leader of the Tiandu Branch Bureau, Captain He, who hadn't even had a chance to sit down properly, was already annoyed by Sergei's nagging.

He frowned, opened the black thermos, took a sip of tea, and looked earnestly at Sergei in front of his desk: "I know you want to be a hero, but not like this."

"What do you mean I want to be a hero?" Sergei retorted confidently. "Who are we?"

Captain He snorted, "That's an excellent question. What is 'Ember'? You've been working here for a year, don't you know our scope of responsibility?"

"Our job is to maintain order within the city. Even if you become a high-level Ascended Being one day and become the director of the General Bureau, you can only stay within the city, understand?"

"If you're so casual about everything, then what about the Legalist patrols? Can they really interfere in our work? Can Space Marines just meddle in city affairs?"

"They didn't get involved?" Nineteen-year-old Sergei, now like a young lion, asked, "Wasn't the entire Caesar case decided by the Legalist Heavy Industries? And what did I say?"

"What did you say?" Captain He grew increasingly irritated. "This matter is over. Even if there are problems, they are problems with Legal Heavy Industries. Do you need to get involved? Do you think you're some kind of savior?"

"Furthermore, do you really think that just because you said a few words, you can get Legalist Heavy Industries to send another team to search again? Are you kidding me?"

Sergei was also utterly agitated, his voice growing louder: "I didn't say that! But we, as guardians of order, don't even dare to act, retreating before the battle even begins—what kind of members are we, the Embers?!"

Captain He abruptly put down his thermos, stood up abruptly, and shouted, "How dare you!"

The argument between the two in the office had already attracted the attention of other colleagues outside in the corridor.

Paul still had a sandwich stuffed in his mouth.

At this moment, not only them, but also their colleagues from the fifth and seventh squads next door were all listening intently, looking in this direction, and whispering among themselves.

"Go write me a self-criticism, right now!"

"Why should I write it?" Sergei raised his head and declared proudly, "My conscience is clear!"

Captain He was stunned. He said with exasperation, "Fine, fine, you want to rebel, huh?"

"I think you're just too competitive. These days, it's all Yan Bao Bao who's getting the credit. I remember what you said when you first joined the bureau: you wanted to be a hero."

"But I'll say it again: your method won't work, and that's that!"

"If you don't write a self-criticism, you're not allowed on the bus for the next mission. Have you been spoiling me?"

Sergei grew increasingly upset: "What does this have to do with Yan Baobao? Did I join the bureau just to engage in backstabbing and infighting? I'm not writing this!"

"Write it or don't, get out!"

Paul and Jiang Xiaohan looked at each other, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

They all knew Sergei's personality.

Sergei's stubbornness has only grown stronger over the past year, alas.

In the first-year class of the Light-Shaping Class at Galaxy University.

Qiao Yuan is listening attentively to the lesson.

Ms. Daisy first took out two bottles of medicine and placed them on the podium, then turned on the holographic screen on the blackboard before slowly introducing the techniques: "Mixing medicine is not a new technique, nor is it an ancient martial art. It is simply a kind of alchemy technique. In plain terms, it is a pharmacological technique that is completely tailored to one's own condition."

Upon hearing this, another round of whispers broke out in the class, and everyone's confusion deepened.

The same goes for Qiao Yuan. With the current level of technological advancement, ancient things like pharmacology techniques are no longer valued by anyone.

All the medications they usually buy are tailored to their specific needs, according to their categories.

For example, medicines specifically for treating injuries are available in both adult and minor versions, and even versions tailored to gender differences, if you wish. Everything you need is available.

Even more so if you have the money, you can get professional private customization, anything goes.

Furthermore, he seems to be quite particular about the word "合" (hé, meaning "to combine" or "to mix") in the context of medicine preparation.

It must be a combination of different drugs, right?

If that's the case, then it seems quite interesting; no wonder it's a course from Galaxy University.

Ms. Daisy smiled and said, "I know you must have a lot of questions. Let's start with the name of the medicine."

"Let me guess first. I'm sure many of you think the 'he' in 'heyao' (合药) means 'to fuse,' which is to combine different medicines. Am I right?"

Qiao Yuan was taken aback upon hearing this.

Ms. Daisy was right.

If it's not a fusion potion, then what could it be?

He really couldn't figure it out for a while.

I was even a little curious.

Hu Tu, who was standing nearby, was even more curious. He chuckled and said to him, "I can't guess either, but I feel that this technique must be amazing."

Qiao Yuan nodded and smiled.

Tu Shanlin, who was sitting by the window, was also very interested, twitching his ears like a well-behaved child.

At the same time, Ms. Daisy showed them through pictures on the holographic screen: "The meaning of 'harmony' is to fit, integrate, conform, and create a potion that suits oneself."

The holographic images are very detailed, similar to human anatomy in a medical class. Through animation, it shows in detail the various states of a person after taking the medicine, including just the right amount, not enough, completely overflowing, waste, and even inefficient or mismatched effects.

"A slight error, or going too far, is a problem that must be avoided in the art of medicine preparation."

"Just like eating, you can't eat until you're stuffed, or you can't eat enough and feel unsatisfied. Moderation is very important."

Ms. Daisy picked up a bottle of red potion and continued, "You may find it hard to understand now."

"Because you are well-fed and clothed, you can buy medicine and weapons as you please, as long as you have money."

"Learn to apply what you've learned; if you don't use it today, you won't use it tomorrow, and ideally, you'll never need to use it."

"But this medicine is a tradition of our Galaxy University, originating from a time of great catastrophe."

"The goal is to maximize, or even multiply, the effect of limited reserves, down to the millimeter!"

As Qiao Yuan listened, he began to understand.

It should be a wartime conservation technique, making the most of limited resources.

interesting.

He's very good at saving money, but when it comes to medicine, he's completely clueless.

"Even if you don't need it now, this is still a required course, so I hope you all take it seriously."

"This medicine preparation course is very important if you want to get into the Galaxy Class."

Ms. Daisy on stage spoke eloquently.

"Let me give you an example. When you encounter danger and are seriously injured, your first reaction is to take medicine. You will stuff large amounts of medicine into your mouth without any restraint."

"This is a normal human reaction, but this behavior is wasteful, and it will be even more serious if supplies are insufficient or resources are scarce."

"You'll often find yourself swallowing it all up, and then there won't be any left next time. Of course, some smart students will try to save some, but how to save? I think most students don't have a clue. They can only say that they eat it little by little."

"And by combining the medicines, they can be used precisely."

After Ms. Daisy's explanation, almost all the students understood.

At this moment, Teacher Daisy emphasized earnestly, "Humanity is still fighting against monsters. Your peace is thanks to the countless interstellar warriors who are bearing the burden for you."

"Modern biopharmaceuticals are already highly advanced, and the art of drug mixing is no longer needed in daily life."

"Even if war breaks out, there will be a steady stream of supplies, so there is nothing to worry about."

"But what if we're in danger?"

"What if a catastrophe similar to the Parasite Night of twenty years ago were to occur?"

"You need to be prepared for potential dangers even in times of peace."

"Like I said before, it may be useless, completely useless, which is also the biggest goal of you learning this skill. Ideally, you will never need to use it in your life."

"But what if we need it someday—"

A sharp glint appeared in Ms. Daisy's eyes, and after saying this, she didn't utter another word.

Qiao Yuan had already realized the truth.

And a strong emotional turmoil arose within me.

If the skill of combining medicine is available in a highly developed super interstellar city like Silvermoon, it means they have no other choice.

Then it will no longer be limited to an invasion that kills tens of thousands, a catastrophe that wipes out hundreds of millions of people.

Instead, it was a disaster that swept across the entire federation.

At the very least, it's a star-level destruction!

Combining the life story of Emperor Yaoguang with the motto of Galaxy University, he now has a deeper understanding of this place. It truly deserves to be the school he was determined to attend, even at the cost of his life.

It was totally worth it, you made the right choice!

Because of his orphanage background and his childhood in the harsh environment outside the city, even though his strength, wealth, and backing have changed dramatically, he now has the prestigious [Qiao family].

But his habit of planning ahead has never changed, never changed at all.

It's surprising that Galaxy University, which has produced gods, can still teach them this seemingly useless yet incredibly forward-thinking skill.

Before today, he really couldn't imagine that, under normal circumstances, almost no students would use it, unless they were from very, very poor families.

No, that's not quite right. If he hadn't awakened the ability to travel to the past and future, he'd probably just be a really, really poor college student.

You have to stretch every dollar in half.

Even if a baby earns tens of thousands of yuan a month, they still need to rent a place unless they live in the school dormitory.

Hu Tu and his classmates also developed a sense of respect for Galaxy University and their predecessors.

The atmosphere in the class became rather serious for a moment.

Ms. Daisy then emphasized again, "Silvermoon may seem to be at ease, but the disruption from the Star Empire remains a hidden danger."

Kevin asked curiously, "Ms. Daisy? Wasn't it said that the authorities forbade mentioning the Star Empire?"

"The official is the official, and Galaxy University is Galaxy University." Daisy's domineering words made Qiao Yuan realize the weight of Galaxy University for the first time.

After all, discussing the interruption of the Star Empire in private is completely different from discussing it publicly in a classroom; the implications are worlds apart.

Ms. Daisy told them in class that this represented the attitude of Galaxy University!

He is now extremely enthusiastic about the pharmacological techniques of this medicine.

He watched as Ms. Daisy used a drone to distribute 200ml bottles of ointment to them one by one.

In addition to the ointment, a black steel plate several centimeters thick was fixed to each person's desk.

The surface of this steel plate is very rough, and even has some original unevenness.

"This is a bottle of ointment for treating injuries. It works very well and can quickly heal minor skin and flesh wounds without leaving scars."

"I suggest you just punch the steel plate to cause minor injuries such as bruising, swelling, and broken skin as an experiment. This is mainly to test your accurate understanding of your own condition so that you can drink the corresponding medicine in different states."

"If you find it too troublesome, you can set up a table on the holographic screen on your respective desktop and record it one by one."

"The amount of medicine used each time can be placed on a virtual electronic scale on the holographic screen. The corresponding weight in grams will be calculated through the sensing device on the desktop itself. At the same time, the degree of injury you are injured each time will also be generated for calculation."

"The assessment of the medicine is mainly divided into three stages. The first stage is minor injury, the second stage is various serious negative effects, such as hunger, dehydration, excessive bleeding, and mental breakdown, and the third stage is serious injury. For now, you only need to grasp the degree of minor injury. We'll talk about the rest later."

Hearing about the second and third phases, Qiao Yuan was quite surprised; the experiment was rather costly.

That really is a practical skill.

He could even imagine that this thing must have been a precious skill obtained by successive generations of ascendants who sacrificed their lives in the era of Emperor Yaoguang.

He couldn't quite accept the third stage, but the second stage was fine.

Not only him, but also Hu Tu, Ye Yutang, Jin Yunxi and other classmates were all secretly amazed.

"In examining your own state, you can utilize the spiritual atoms you have mastered. This will also test your talents. Those who utilize spiritual atoms more efficiently and have a more refined grasp of their own power will find the right balance more quickly."

"There will be rankings today as well, based on the number of times and the time taken each time, but there will be no reward this time, so don't be too fixated on it."

After Ms. Daisy's words, they all got to work, and soon the sound of Da Liang punching the steel plate filled the classroom.

This is indeed the best way.

You can't say you're cutting off someone's hand or foot for an experiment.

Qiao Yuan also threw a punch, using all his strength. Due to the roughness and unevenness of the steel block's surface, his knuckles turned red.

Looking around, some girls even had cuts on their hands, prompting Ms. Daisy to quickly step forward.

Hu Tu grunted, "Damn, it's still a bit prickly after they put the steel plate in?"

"Well, it won't leave a scar anyway," Qiao Yuan said with a smile, scooping out a little bit of ointment and measuring it on the virtual electronic scale on the table.

He recorded the dosage of the medicine and the extent of the injury in sequence, and only after filling in the holographic virtual form did he apply the medicine to his reddened knuckles.

The medicine works very quickly; within ten seconds of application, the redness and swelling began to subside.

It seems like it's still a little short.

He didn't know what methods others used, but his method was very simple: start with the minimum amount and add more little by little if needed.

Oh, by the way, Daisy said that you can sense things through the spiritual atoms you control.

He applied some more ointment, and after his hand had fully recovered, he quickly incorporated the power of control into his punch to sense the changes when he threw the second punch.

Wow, I didn't expect it to be so intuitive?

How did you find out? Qiao Yuan thought for a moment, and figured it was probably because he had never been injured before.

Every time he encounters an enemy, he activates his demonic substitute, and recently he even obtained the Yin God.

No wonder.

He then realized that the students around him were all sensing each other using spiritual atoms.

That's right!

This is the normal procedure; this is the experimental method of the Ascended.

He glanced at the rankings on the blackboard and found them quite interesting; in addition to speed, they also showed the number of successful attempts.

It means that each injury is treated with the exact same amount of ointment. Too much or too little doesn't count; only when the dosage is just right does it count as one treatment.

Not bad.

He's still at the bottom, having failed even once, but most of his classmates haven't succeeded even once.

Only a handful have succeeded once so far.

Ms. Daisy looked at Charlie and Kim Yoon-hee with great satisfaction: "Hmm, not bad. However, success on the first try is often just a coincidence. In order to achieve a high level of proficiency in mastering the degree, you should start by accumulating 10 attempts, and 100 attempts is the best."

"In addition, this ranking will also count your consecutive successes, just like a combo in a game. If you fail once, the combo will start accumulating again."

Qiao Yuan was getting excited.

There are even combos?

These days, when he plays StarCraft with his baby, he often tries to get combos, such as the number of ships he defeats in a row or the number of times he hits a single ship in a row.

Fun!

This time, he didn't rush to predict the future; he wanted to see what his true level was.

Having mastered hundreds of millions of spiritual atoms, and having entered the top ten of the class in the scope of the Azure Nether Technique, I'll give it a try.

Besides him, the continuous success mentioned by Ms. Daisy has inspired many students to try their hand at it.

Achievements are definitely addictive!

After relying on spiritual atomic perception, his success rate increased rapidly. He succeeded directly on the second attempt, but failed on the third.

It was so close, just a little bit more.

Oh dear, this spiritual atomic perception isn't so absolutely precise; there's always some error.

Even predicting the future isn't very reliable.

Even if he could foresee the future, he could only see himself a few hours or days from now, either injured or successful.

It's impossible to truly empathize.

Unless we extrapolate from the proportions of each subsequent injury and medication.

Suddenly it feels so troublesome.

Like him, Hutu succeeded on his third attempt but failed on his fourth.

Everyone succeeds in similar ways, but the reasons for failure are varied and numerous.

At this moment, the top student in the class is undoubtedly Tu Shanlin. As a fox who is naturally close to the spirit and is also the daughter of a god, she easily won twelve consecutive championships.

That's too blatant and doesn't count.

Qiao Yuan looked at the second and third place winners.

Charlie followed closely with six consecutive championships.

Bae Zeze and Kim Yoon-hee also won six consecutive championships, but they were a little slower.

Next up was Ye Yutang's five consecutive championships.

Meng Ziming and Finn's four-in-a-row.

Luca seems to be a bit mediocre because of the excessive amount of prosthetics he has.

However, he felt that Luca Silvio would definitely take the path of mechanical ascension and wouldn't rely too much on medicine; he could just keep changing parts.

Hu Tu sighed beside him, "I've discovered it. This medicine looks simple, but it actually has extremely high requirements for success. Even the slightest deviation is considered a failure."

"And my left hand is a prosthetic, so I can only use my right hand. Ugh, it's exhausting."

"Do you think it's necessary to be this strict? What if it gets that serious someday—"

Qiao Yuan chuckled and said, "Are you regretting not turning your right hand into a prosthetic as well, so you wouldn't have to practice?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Oh no, no, no!"

Hu Tu nodded subconsciously at first, then quickly changed his mind, shaking his head like a rattle-drum: "Damn it, are you trying to trick me? I told you, I'm going to become a muscle man this semester!"

"It's just a little skin injury, what's the big deal? Just wait, I'll get you a ten-pull in a minute, hahaha."

"Take it easy, don't hurt your hands."

"Go! Go! Go!"

Qiao Yuan smiled, his gaze gradually falling on Tu Shanlin by the window.

The little fox was unusually quiet, as if it were meditating, its breath completely contained.

Lin Qiang is indeed terrifying when he gets serious.

Yes.

He remembered.

Last week, my baby also said that I need to calm down.

He was overthinking things. One minute he was wondering if he should look to the future, the next he was thinking about how he could rely on his own abilities, and he kept checking the rankings of his classmates to see how they were changing.

No, I need to get serious.

Qiao Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing or banishing all the distracting thoughts in his mind.

He remembered being very focused when he was working on the number of spiritual atoms last week, only checking the rankings after school each day. He didn't know what was wrong with him today.

As he gradually entered a meditative state, his success rate increased rapidly. Through careful perception and combined with his previous experience, he was able to achieve two or even three successes in a row.

Gradually, his ranking jumped from over 30th in the class to over 20th, and then to the teens.

But this is far from enough.

He could reach the goal quickly by doing 10 times in a row, but he wanted to challenge himself to do it ten times in a row.

He actually understands the usefulness of this ranking very well. Just like what Hu Tu said before, when it really comes down to that kind of situation, every second counts.

Therefore, this combination of drugs requires the development of a muscle response, just like when the hand encounters fire, it will instantly contract as a conditioned reflex without any thought.

The compound medicine must also reach this level.

Only when such a situation is truly reached can it be utilized precisely and at the fastest speed.

You can't say that if you keep trying and making mistakes after you've hit a dead end, then it's not medicine anymore, it's completely useless. I feel like this road is still quite long.

After all, we're only in the first phase right now.

As he became more familiar with the process, he became more and more precise in his use of medication.

Ms. Daisy is right.

In retrospect, the dosage of medication used to treat the injuries during the previous military training was far excessive; there was absolutely no need to apply so much.

It's just like eating; you're full after eating two bowls, and you're still full after eating three bowls.

The excess ointment that spills over, while not harmful, is simply wasted, and in the end, it's just wiped off by hand.

By reviewing the road signs from memory, he discovered that the waste rate had reached 30%!

He had never thought of it before.

But now that I think about it, it makes sense. Sometimes, even for just a little bit of redness and swelling, I would apply a lot of cream, hoping to cover it completely.

It doesn't matter right now. Whether I have money or not, I can use it however I want.

However, in dire situations, this 30% waste can be utilized to make one more use.

This must be the level that Ms. Daisy hopes they will reach: using the same quantity but achieving more repetitions and greater results than before.

An hour later, it was able to maintain a stable number of eight or nine consecutive times, and it was gradually discovered that the process of this experiment also required a high level of energy.

Look!

If there are cheat codes, you have to use them.

He instantly used the current experiment as a reference point and traveled to two hours later.

Looking at the measurements and severity of injury he filled in on his form, he realized that the severity wasn't written by him but was determined by a sensor.

The specific measurement standard is also very simple: by measuring the length and depth of the wound or swelling.

Just place your hand on the table.

Now he looks at the future dosage and the severity of the injury, and then carefully observes the speed, power, pain response, and so on when he throws a punch.

The time lasted for half an hour.

He wasn't in a hurry, observing little by little.

Because he discovered that the technique of combining medicine might be useless, or at least temporarily useless, but he continuously used spiritual atoms to sense his own state—

It seems that this can also improve the utilization rate of spiritual atoms, since this is a very delicate operation, much more refined than using it in magic.

After careful observation, he gained a new insight: injuries are indeed linked to pain.

Such short-term traumas, which are not widespread, such as losing a leg or an arm in the blink of an eye, or even being shot instantly, will produce a temporary adrenaline rush, and you will not feel pain.

Normally, once the skin and flesh have adapted to this minor injury, less medication is needed unless the wound becomes infected.

Just like with a cold, when a child has a cold and fever, they need to get an IV drip; if they feel slightly unwell, they need to go to the hospital.

No, that analogy is incorrect.

It's probably the first time living in such cold weather, so you're more likely to catch a cold or get a fever, and even end up in bed. But as long as you're physically strong and not sickly, you'll gradually adapt to living in such cold weather for longer periods of time!

It's unlikely that going out for a bit of fresh air will result in catching a cold, getting a fever, and ending up in bed.

This change is quite interesting.

Half an hour later, Qiao Yuan returned to reality, rewriting the present with his future wealth.

He continued his winning streak, quickly surpassing ten, then fifteen, then twenty.

Once you figure out the pattern, it's so easy!

This time, Qiao Yuan didn't look at the rankings anymore, completely immersed in the process of racking up achievements.

He even reviewed the afternoon's experience again, and his proficiency had gradually developed into a muscle response. He could clearly see how many injuries required how much medication, no matter how the situation changed.

It was as if they had grasped the true essence.

When school ended at noon, Qiao Yuan took a couple of breaths, realizing that it had taken far more energy to process than mastering the spiritual atoms. Thankfully, it was over.

"Hutu, what's with that expression?"

"Huh? Ye Yutang, what brings you here?"

Qiao Yuan then noticed that many of his classmates were looking at him in surprise, wondering what was going on.

Until Hutu gestured for him to look at the rankings.

First: Tu Shanlin (379 consecutive times, 379 times in total).

Second: Qiao Yuan (96 consecutive times, 203 times in total).

Third: Charlie (71 consecutive times, 224 times in total).

Fourth: Kim Yoon-hee (70 consecutive times, 230 times in total).

Fifth: Pei Yuze (70 consecutive times, 217 times in total).

Sixth: Ye Yutang (69 consecutive times, 228 times in total).

Sixteenth: Hutu (13 consecutive times, 195 times in total).

"Wow, am I really that good?"

I was really engrossed in it just now and didn't count the number of times. I didn't expect that the consecutive times would almost break 100, and that I was far ahead.

Apart from Tu Shanlin, he surpassed the top geniuses in the class by more than 25 times.

Hu Tu laughed and said, "You're amazing today. Even Teacher Daisy said she was very surprised."

Ye Yutang laughed heartily, "I knew I wasn't wrong, you're a promising prospect."

"Ahem, luck," Qiao Yuan said with a shy smile, preparing to go eat.

There's something very important to do at noon.

He gradually understood Hutu and the others' surprise.

-

Take last week's mastery of spiritual atoms as an example.

Because of the pioneers' photographic memory, he remembered it very clearly.

When he first took the lead, he had 11.2, ranking second, while Charlie and Pei Yuze both had 10.9, so his lead was very small.

Moreover, that was based on the fact that all the geniuses in the class at that time had mastered the Azure Nether Technique.

The second time, he was still in second place with over 60, while Pei Yuze had 56, only leading by 4.

That means he has 60 attempts now, while the other person has 54. There is a difference, but it's small.

Tu Shanlin was ranked first in several rankings, an undisputed number one, and a number one that all his classmates completely gave up on challenging.

Until the final overall ranking, his number of spiritual atoms was 1.8 million, and there were also many with 1.7 million, 1.9 million or even 2 million.

Although he has always been in the lead, the levels have always been quite similar.

Until today————

Suddenly, the gap widened dramatically.

Good heavens.

Fortunately, everyone was very respectful to him, smiling and nodding at him, and he still had some fighting spirit.

He smiled, especially at Lin, because the little fox's tail kept wagging.

This time, Charlie admired him more and more; it was an admiration for a strong person.

This time, he and Hu Tu left the classroom and met up with Bao Bao to go downstairs for dinner.

Yan Baobao never discusses academic performance in front of him, seemingly showing absolutely no interest.

That's true. Just like Tu Shanlin, with this level of talent, achievements are irrelevant.

I ate very quickly today because I left after eating only half of what I had eaten. I overheard me talking on the phone with Captain He, and it sounded like the team was short of people.

What a strange excuse.

Aren't there still Sergei, Paul, and Jiang Xiaohan? How come there's a sudden shortage of people?

The baby didn't say anything, and he didn't ask.

But regardless, he'll call Sergei later, so he'll make the call here.

A moment later, he stood in the corner and casually borrowed a canteen worker's phone.

He easily won her over with his outstanding good looks.

He and Sergei had previously exchanged phone numbers. The first time he called, the call was disconnected for some reason; it seemed like the other party had hung up on him.

He decided to hit it again.

I got banned again?

This guy wouldn't refuse to answer unknown numbers, would he? That's too much, isn't it?

He could only keep fighting.

On the fourth try, the call finally went through, and all that could be heard was Sergei's slightly impatient voice: "Isn't this annoying? I don't need to buy a house, I don't need to buy a car, and I don't need a loan."

Qiao Yuan smiled and said, "It's me, Qiao Yuan."

"Huh?" Sergei was taken aback.

"I heard from you last night, and I really admire you. It takes a lot of courage, especially in a group, to stand up and say no when everyone else is going along with it or not caring."

The cafeteria was bustling with noise, so no one could hear him speaking in the corner, especially with Hu Tu standing next to him.

His words touched Sergei, who had been upset all morning, and he fell silent for a moment.

After a long pause, Sergei slowly spoke: "Thanks, but it's no use. I had another argument with Captain He this morning. I feel so powerless."

"I heard from Baby that you mentioned a new stage of life. I actually have some ideas about it too, but I don't really have any evidence. Are you interested?"

"I knew it couldn't be just me who thought of that, what do you say?" Sergei suddenly became interested.

Qiao Yuan said with satisfaction, "Yes, good. The new stage of creatures all have memories of hatred towards humans. They are also constantly evolving. Now, suddenly there is a giant that can summon magic circles. If they master this characteristic through fusion or parasitism, the consequences will be terrible."

"Yes, yes, I just felt that a new disaster might occur, but they didn't believe me."

"Captain He even thinks I'm showing off, that I want to be a hero, sigh," Sergei sighed.

"That's normal. Everyone thinks it's better to avoid trouble, since it's not their own business."

"They haven't reappeared on the ground in New London. It's very likely that the new phase of the creatures has moved there. Thermal imaging didn't detect them, or they might have been covered up by the cold aura of the skeletal giants, who are originally undead."

"It's not on the surface, it might be underground. You should think about it more and say all the possibilities you think of. Maybe you can impress the captain."

"But if you ask me, you should go directly to Director Fan. The director has more authority."

His words struck Sergei like a thunderbolt, as if a sudden enlightenment had been delivered, and the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

There was a pause of about five seconds on the other end of the phone, then he heard Sergei's excited voice: "Wow, what you said makes a lot of sense!"

"How could I not have thought of that? If we're talking about who these new-stage creatures hate the most, it has to be Silvermoon City. It's always the Legalist Heavy Industry that's killing the monsters. Hundreds of years have passed, and the hatred is immense!"

"Qiao Yuan! Thank you so much!"

"You're absolutely my idol!"

Qiao Yuan saw that Sergei understood immediately, and knew that his contact had not been in vain: "It's just random thinking, and it might even be wrong. I'm just giving you a direction, but I still want to emphasize that you should not look for Captain He anymore, but go directly to Director Fan."

"Haha, no mistake, no mistake! Qiao Yuan, thank you so much. No matter whether this matter succeeds in the end or not, I will always owe you a favor."

"A huge favor!"

"Don't worry, I know. Captain He has already... well, I won't say anymore, I'll talk to the director."

Hearing that the other party was happy made Qiao Yuan happy too, but he still emphasized, "Personal relationships are not important, but I have one request."

"Go ahead and say whatever you want, haha."

"As long as I can do it."

"I'm giving you everything I've said. These are all things you came up with, not things I thought of."

Sergei was stunned: "Why?"