The Monster is Coming

Chapter 342 What would happen if I exploited a bug?
"Here it comes, here it comes, it's going live now."

Upon receiving a call from her teammate, the white-haired girl reached out and pressed the power switch on the desktop, turning off the computer screen.

He then activated "Swift Step" to return to his room, quickly changed into a game outfit, and entered the game pod.

As the lid slowly pressed down, the smile on the girl's face was soaked in the nutrient solution.

"Click."

The cage for the bad cat opened at that moment, and the orange cat, who had been possessed by the life-stealing beast, slowly walked out.

It arrived at the center of the room and looked up in confusion at the white-haired girl in the game pod.

Now, it has clearly determined that this small world is the "indebted world" it is looking for.

But many questions remain unanswered.

At this moment, Minghou scanned the room, his spirit penetrating the body and weaving a spiritual barrier that enveloped the room.

It then detached itself from the orange cat and transformed into its true form, which was surrounded by black, malevolent winds.

With a gentle stomp of the bone staff in its hand, black malevolent energy gathered before it, transforming into an ancient contract table. Like a parchment scroll, it silently unfurled, and the scales of fate appeared.

The vortex on the silver mist mask spun rapidly.

It released the bone staff, letting it float above the contract table.

At this moment, the throat made a call, and the voice sounded like multiple superimposed layers, as if thousands of voices were making the same sound at the same time.

Suddenly, the parchment scroll on the contract table moved on its own without any wind, revealing a dense array of incantations.

A short while later, a voice arrived:
"Life Throat, give us your game requirements."

Upon hearing the voice of the Great Lord of Fate (the clan leader) in his ear, Fate Throat reached out and placed his hand on the left side of the scale.

This time, as a "participant," it needs to make demands and provide equivalent bargaining chips.

At this moment, the thought transforms into a flow of information that enters the scales: I want all the information and secrets of this world.

Instantly, the right-hand side of the balance scale lifted up.

Click!

Just as Minghou was about to place the chips on the left tray, a crisp breaking sound rang out.

Ok? !

The tray on the right side suddenly fell to the ground.

The entire scale tilted violently, and no equal could be found to initiate a game.

The pupils of the man in the throat suddenly contracted.

There is only one possibility for this to happen.

Even with all the resources of the Fate Clan, plus the rules of fate as bargaining chips, this game of equal value cannot be initiated.

In other words, the stakes exceeded the limits of an equal-value game.

Even when facing the gods of the Reverse Tide Legion, the scales of fate still function normally.

This was the first time it had encountered such a situation.

As it turned out, the world was far more complex than it had imagined.

A terrifying secret lies hidden behind it all, a secret that surpasses even the battle between the God of Reverse Tide and the Lord of Fate back then.

"Lifeline, give up."

The voice of the Great Destiny Master echoed in my mind.

Minghou remained silent for a moment, his expression constantly shifting on the silver mist mask.

If the investigation is not continued, it means that the backlash from fate will continue, and it is completely unknown when it will stop.

One's own life may also perish in the backlash of fate.

So, it still wanted to struggle a little longer.

Having made his point clear, he said in a deep voice:
"Great Lord, I'll try another way."

After speaking, it placed its hand on the left tray again, this time modifying the information it injected: mastery of all languages ​​and scripts in this world.

The right-side tray of the balance healed at this moment, trembled slightly, and then slowly rose, revealing a blurry golden light inside.

An equal-value game can only begin when the value offered is equal to the demand.

The throat chose to directly read the value information of this portion of the chips.

The answer it received surprised it.

I had already prepared for a major hemorrhage.

Unexpectedly, proficiency in the language of this small world was surprisingly inexpensive.

Minghou took out a blood-red crystal from his spatial artifacts and placed it on the surface. The crystal was immediately cut off automatically, and the excess part was returned.

After a slight sway, the scales finally reached equilibrium.

Suddenly, the star-shaped markings on the scale beam lit up one by one.

"Equivalence achieved, the game begins." The voice of the Great Lord of Fate echoed in its mind.

A beam of light shot out from each of the left and right trays of the balance scale, colliding, intertwining, and merging into the wheel of fate.

Amidst the chaotic flow of energy, the scrutiny of fate descends.

Eventually, the roulette wheel's rotation gradually slowed down, and the two energy flows reached a balance under some irreversible rule.

The right pan of the balance rises, while the left pan sinks.

[Your game has failed; fate has taken your chips.]

The throat of life suddenly felt a suffocating sensation. As the rules of fate took away the chips, they also took away a portion of its life energy.

As an apostle of fate, this is the price it has to pay for personally participating in the game.

However, the stakes in this round of the game were not high, so it had no psychological burden and immediately started the game again.

After losing three games in a row, in the fourth game of equal value, the left side of the scale finally rose.

In an instant, countless pieces of information flooded into the mind's sea of ​​consciousness like a tidal wave.

The evolution of writing systems, language structures, and even various abbreviations and memes in the internet age have all been transformed into understandable symbols.

It looked up at the words scattered throughout the room.

The warning labels on the side of the gaming pod, the system prompts on the computer screen, and even the ingredient lists on snack packaging—all the text came to life.

It can now fully understand all of the girl's previous words, including those complaints interspersed with game terminology.

In the first scene, the girl's complaint is probably expressing the idea of ​​leaving the evil warriors of this area a way out, fattening them up before killing them.

Raising evil spirits?

Upon receiving the answer, Minghou was immediately startled.

Even the weakest evil warrior is still part of the Black Tide Legion.

Each evil spirit warrior possesses a growth potential even more terrifying than that of many races' demigod-level powerhouses.

Letting children grow up unchecked will lead to endless troubles.

This information is enough to prove that the beings in this world are far more complex than we imagine.

Having gained fluency in language and writing, Minghou's gaze fell upon the monitor next to the game pod.

Just as it was about to take off, the distinctive hum of a drone propeller came from outside the window, growing louder as it approached.

It made a quick judgment.

Can't be exposed!

With a wave of his hand, the mental barrier that had enveloped the room receded like a tide.

A black gust of wind swept by, and the contract table and scales instantly shattered into tiny specks of light.

The long, slender figure of Minghou twisted and contracted in the air, then re-possessed the immobilized orange cat.

"Meow!"

Having mastered how to use this body, Minghou lightly leaped onto the computer desk.

The drone hovered outside the window and scanned inwards, only to see a house cat lying listlessly on the keyboard, while its owner lay quietly inside the gaming pod, the indicator light on the pod lid flashing red regularly.

everything is normal.

The drone did not stop its inspection, but instead directed its beam of light at the monitor on the ceiling of the room.

The surveillance system briefly malfunctioned, which is why the drone arrived.

A few seconds after the green beam of light came into contact with the surveillance camera, the red light on the drone turned green.

After circling the balcony twice to confirm that there was nothing wrong, it slowly flew away with a buzzing sound.

Once the drone had completely disappeared, Minghou turned to look at the monitor in the corner of the ceiling.

Realizing that this was the cause of the drone's arrival, it did not use its mental network to isolate it this time. Instead, it released its mental power to weave a fixed scene, allowing the drone to continue operating normally.

Looking at the girl in the game pod again, its heart was still filled with unease.

This seemingly weak world actually keeps the most dangerous weapons of war from the monster world as pets.

Moreover, judging from the girl's words, they were deliberately controlling the pace of the kills to give the evil spirit a better environment to grow.

But even now, it still cannot determine whether this is a game or a real monster world.

The orange cat's paw popped out, mimicking the young girl's posture as it pressed the monitor's power button.

The screen lit up immediately.

Minghou used his mental power to control the mouse movement, opening the website in the way the girl did.

The website's homepage features four large characters: Monster World.

There are ten category options above, namely:

World Map (explored), Monster Compendium, Soul Compendium, Spirit Plant Compendium, Spirit Ore Compendium, Domain Nodes, Chronicle of Glory, Player Forum, Evolution Shop (not yet open), Qualification Application (not yet open).

The first thing Minghou clicked on was the world map.

It's immediately obvious that this is part of the Pale Continent region of the monster world.

However, by zooming in on the map, you can also see smaller scenes of the sea and mainland regions outside the Pale Continent.

After closing the page, Minghou continued browsing the information on the webpage.

Until I opened the player forum.

The first headline that catches the eye makes the orange cat, possessed by it, stand on end with its fur standing on end.

[The "Grinding Masters" group is about to graduate, but whether the "Reverse Tide Legion" is friend or foe remains a mystery. If the "Reverse Tide Legion" turns out to be an enemy in the future, should we take action to destroy this legion? These are some of my thoughts.]

A devastating opening screen attack.

As a member of the Fate Clan, it naturally knew just how powerful the Reverse Tide Legion was.

The weak creatures of this world are actually discussing whether to attack the Reverse Tide; how audacious!

It immediately continued to look through the pages.

What followed was increasingly alarming.

Combat Zerg, the Dark Tide... these are all topics of discussion among players on the forum.

It also mentioned a faction it was very familiar with: the Mist Clan.

It was naturally familiar with General Yeming. At that time, it had not yet advanced to the Twelve Life Lords, and its entire clan was still sealed underground according to the agreement.

During this time, Ye Ming arrived and initiated a game using the rules of the Dark Mist as leverage.

It participated in the equal-value game with Yeming along with other tribes.

As a result, they lost this game, losing a rule-level amount of resources.

However, the energy generated by the rules in the game is also considerable.

(PS: Chapter 311 mentions that Ye Ming gained the leverage to turn the tide through this game, and after defeating the Death Whisperers, he laid out a plan for the future resurrection of his entire race.)
In the information mentioned by forum players, the Mist Clan is portrayed as clowns being manipulated.

Various jokes and memes emerged one after another.

Just as Minghou was about to continue looking through other information, the cat's paw suddenly froze in mid-air.

In the mental perception, the flow of liquid in the game pod slowed down, and the white-haired girl's consciousness was gradually awakening.

With a decisive swing of its claws, the page on the screen instantly shut down, followed by the monitor.

Having done all this, it lightly leaped off the table and returned to its cage before the girl woke up.

The game pod also opened at this moment. The white-haired girl, dressed in a game outfit, sat up, still wet, with pale blue nutrient solution dripping from her hair.

She scratched her hair in frustration, her expression one of utter exasperation:

"What a terrible dungeon! I died to the mechanics again. Are the Blue Lantern Clan crazy? Designing such a difficult challenge dungeon is infuriating."

From this sentence, the Lifethroat Clan gleaned a piece of information.

Blue Lantern Generation.

This force is one of the top-tier powerful races in the monster world in the eyes of Life Throat.

The Pale Continent is only one of the areas where a small portion of the Blue Lantern Clan lives.

They are also rule-derived life forms that are even purer than the Fate race.

At this point, it can be fairly certain of its guess.

The beings of this small world descended upon the monster world through some form of consciousness projection.

Although their physical forms in the small world are weak, even if all living beings in the world were sent to the monster world together, they would most likely not survive a day.

However, this race possesses immense war potential in the monster world.

They possess a pure body there that can grow infinitely and also grow through killing.

The Soul Repository on the Monster World website, if I'm not mistaken, is actually the rule repository.

Each soul within it operates under its own set of rules.

These weak creatures, in the monster world, have somehow woven together a terrifying framework of rules that combine and amplify the effects of those rules.

What it finds incredible is that none of the rules within this system framework have independent rule-derived logic.

Under normal circumstances, different rules have different energy derivation logics.

The Fate Clan to which it belongs controls the rules of fate, which must be generated through equivalent game theory to produce rule energy.

The Reverse Tide Legion must acquire rule-derived energy through war.

The Soul Returners must cultivate the energy derived from the rules through possession and parasitism.

However, these factions that call themselves the player race have all unified the way of producing rule energy in terms of the rule-level abilities they possess.

That is hunting and killing.

This is very similar to the Kuroshio Current.

The Black Tide has many rules, the most obvious of which is: devouring.

Similarly, one can obtain rule-derived energy—Black Tide Energy—through killing and devouring.

Just then, the white-haired girl, having changed her clothes, stepped barefoot onto the floor and approached it, clutching a pet nutritional paste.

"You haven't eaten for days, have you? Eat up, you rebellious devil."

Minghou coldly watched as she squeezed out a clump of foul-smelling pink paste, shoved it in front of the cage, and looked on expectantly.

The nutritional paste emitted a pungent, synthetic odor of inferior substances.

Faced with this scene, his throat tightened instantly.

But it still suppressed the urge to slap it to death.

This world is far more terrifying than I imagined.

It also wants to reclaim its restricted bargaining chips through negotiations, and cannot reveal its identity until it has fully investigated the truth of this world.

For the sake of the future, Minghou suppressed his nausea and lowered his head to lick it lightly.

In an instant, emotions twisted violently deep within my consciousness.

This smell is even more nauseating than the filthiest swamp in the monster world.

What? You've been out gallivanting for a few days and you've become a picky eater?
As she spoke, the white-haired girl raised an eyebrow:
"Eat quickly, you're not allowed to come out until you finish."

The orange cat, its whiskers twitching as if possessed, forced itself to swallow mouthful after mouthful.

Each swallow felt like torture.

This thing is an absolute poison; it has never eaten anything so terrible since it was born.

It's like licking a filthy, stagnant swamp.

At this moment, the girl approached the cage, her arm slipped through the bars, and her fingertips gently brushed against its back:

"Good~"

This touch sent Minghou into a frenzy.

What a humiliation!
But after the emotional ups and downs, it still chose to endure.

Finally, the torture ended, and the white-haired girl returned to her computer desk.

After 1 hours.

The girl cheered:

"The self-isolation in the dark room is over."

He then got up and crawled back into the gaming pod.

As the warehouse door slowly closed, the nutrient solution gradually submerged the girl's face.

One by one, the neural connection indicator lights lit up, and her consciousness sank back into the monster world. Clearly, the girl was no longer able to perceive the changes in her surroundings; a glint of silver flashed in the cat-like eyes of her throat.

The cage door slid open silently, and it leaped out lightly, its paws landing on the floor without making a sound.

Back in front of the computer, Minghou skillfully used his mental power to control the mouse.

Once the screen lights up, it opens the webpage and enters the forum following the previous steps.

Driven by curiosity, he continued browsing the posts.

During this process, he gradually gained a more detailed understanding of the lives of this group of people who called themselves the Players.

In fact, this group was unaware that they had descended into the monster world through a consciousness transfer.

They all thought it was just a game.

This is why players can maintain a fearless attitude even when facing terrifying black tides and combat Zerg.

They even regard these top powers as a source of creative enjoyment.

But this discovery made Minghou suddenly realize something.

Who is behind all of this?
This is a chilling question to think about.

It can package a real monster world into a game, and can also turn the Reverse Tide Legion, the Terrifying Black Tide, the Combat Zerg, and other beings that can easily destroy the world into monsters that can be hunted in the game.

It was simply unimaginable what immense power this was.

A deeper examination of this issue reveals a conclusion that sends shivers down its spine.

One of the player's most powerful abilities, besides the rule base represented by the Star Pulse, is the rule library.

It also has the characteristic of being "immortal and indestructible".

According to information provided on the forum, this ability is so powerful that even the Black Tide and the Zerg cannot completely eliminate the player.

It only takes one hour, which is the "black room confinement time" that players talk about, to end, and you can be resurrected without any loss.

This rule-based power allows players to be completely fearless of death, exploring and hunting in the monster world with a playful mindset.

The entity providing this power is of a status far higher than it could ever imagine.

The more the cat thought about it, the more frightened it became, and the orange cat, possessed by the spirit of the throat, had its fur stand on end.

All this information leads to the conclusion that perhaps the entire monster world is a sandbox game in the hands of this higher-dimensional being.

The player is a "pawn" in the hands of this higher-dimensional being.

This explains why the rules of fate can be intercepted when drawing chips.

Filled with fear, it trembled as it typed into the search bar: Fate Clan.

[The culprit behind this latest update is here: a video of people "eating dirt and fleecing the Fate Clan".]

[Adding background information: The Fate Clan, a gambling force that sealed itself underground after losing a bet.]

[The rules of the Fate Clan seem pretty good. If we wipe out this race and seize their Fate Rules, could we open a gambling casino in the monster world? That sounds interesting. If we grow big and powerful, the second Gold Coin Merchant Guild won't even bother coming.]

The posts that were searched and listed contained detailed accounts of the origins of the Fate Clan, and this information was completely consistent with the truth.

Players are already very familiar with the Fate race.

Thinking about it now sends chills down its spine.

It realized that the entire game of strategy had been observed by higher-dimensional deities.

The victory in this contest allowed the rules of fate to extend their power to the small world where higher-dimensional deities recruit players.

This clearly does not conform to the game rules of higher-dimensional gods, so the operation of the rules of fate was forcibly interrupted, causing it to be devoured by fate.

Fortunately, the higher-dimensional deities did not attack it.

If they had angered the higher-dimensional gods back then, it's hard to imagine what the consequences would have been.

Perhaps, the entire Fate race will be wiped out by the higher-dimensional gods.

Feeling a lingering fear, Minghou continued browsing the forum information with trembling hands.

The above content is just everyday chatter on the forum for players, but for Lifethirst, it completely overturned their worldview.

It understands the terrifying amount of information contained behind these discussions.

A seemingly casual remark might actually represent a real-world war in the monster world.

Those races and factions that were wiped out by players through sheer numbers all actually existed.

Time slips away as you flip through the pages.

A day later, after reviewing numerous posts on the forum, Minghou had a guess.

The mysterious entity behind this game may be the creator god who created the monster world: Di Zhao.

For players, Di Zhao is the creator god in the game's background.

But the throat of life knows that He truly exists.

Only He possesses the ability to absorb primordial monsters.

The Fate Clan conducted investigations and research on the Primordial Monsters when they first arrived in the Monster World.

Realizing that every primordial monster was a force of rules, the Fate Clan had once been greedy for it.

However, it turns out that the Primal Monsters are the framework nodes of the Monster World. Unless one completely controls the Monster World, it is impossible to refine or completely kill the Primal Monsters.

Therefore, there is only one truth: the player is backed by the God of Divinity.

Even within the player system, there are figures from the four supreme gods of the monster world.

Behind the power of analyzing and purifying all things, there may very well be two supreme gods from the legends of the monster world: Guidance and Nine Yin.

The entire framework of the player system is powered by the Emperor's Fortress system.

All the information points to this conjecture.

This discovery sent a chill down his spine.

Behind this lowly little world beneath our feet lies a connection to the God of War, who even chose it to be a pawn in his war game.

What glory!

The orange cat, its throat throbbing, felt its heart pounding violently.

It suddenly realized something: was it also under the watchful eye of the Emperor Zhao God as it infiltrated the small world to conduct its investigation?

Will my actions offend them?

The more I think about this problem, the more frightened I become.

The original idea was that no matter how powerful the mastermind behind this world was, the Fate Clan would still have a fighting chance even if they were no match for them.

But if it is the Emperor of Forecasts... the Fate Clan is nothing but a laughable toy in its presence.

Even the God of the Reverse Tide Legion was just one of the gods created by Emperor Zhao back then.

If they were to contend with the God of the Forecast, the Fate Clan would be completely erased from existence.

His breathing became labored and his heartbeat quickened; for the first time since birth, he felt a suffocating fear.

It has likely made a big mistake.

This mistake will bring annihilation upon the Fate Clan.

In its orange cat form, Minghou's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

……

The Primordial Altar.

Before the death was imminent, Qi Sheng already knew that this guy was coming.

Its every move in the trading city was under his surveillance.

After all, he was a demigod, and eliminating him would consume a lot of sacrificial power.

Therefore, it never chose to take action and instead observed how things would develop.

But by this time, Lifethirst had clearly already investigated the player's true nature.

Therefore, it no longer has any reason to exist.

Knowing too much can sometimes be a mistake.

In an instant, the entire Primordial Altar was enveloped in endless starlight.

Qi Sheng stood atop the altar, beneath his feet a network of laws woven from billions of stars, and around him was a magnificent river of star trails.

Each star trail was formed from pure power of rules, with a dazzling sphere of rules floating above it, rapidly orbiting his body.

He himself represents the origin of the Emperor's Mandate and is the center of all rules.

With a wave of his hand, deadly poison, dark flames, taunts, petrification... all the power of the rules converged in Qi Sheng's right palm.

Just as he was about to slit his throat, he frowned slightly and suddenly stopped.

Then a smile appeared on his lips:
"interesting."

……

On the other side, feeling extremely terrified, Minghou subconsciously looked up at the ceiling.

For some reason, it felt that the God of Di Zhao was watching it from the shadows.

Although he knew it was just an illusion, even if a higher-dimensional deity was indeed watching him, it was far beyond its ability to perceive.

But it still felt incredibly oppressed.

Even breathing became a cautious affair.

Various thoughts intertwined in his mind, and he trembled uncontrollably from his instincts.

This process lasted a long time, and Minghou still hadn't recovered.

The fact that the higher-dimensional deity has not yet made a move indicates that he is temporarily safe.

The next thought was to leave as soon as possible.

The idea of ​​negotiating with the God of the Origin, who created the monster world, is laughable.

This behavior can even be described as absurd.

It is merely an apostle of fate, attempting to bargain with the creator god who weaves the monster world and truly controls destiny—it's utterly delusional.

Being alive now is already the greatest blessing from the higher-dimensional gods.

Since negotiations are not feasible, we should leave as soon as possible.

Then he kept all the secrets he had seen in this world to himself, not even to the Great Lord of Fate.

It can be seen from the forum that the higher-dimensional gods do not want players to know about this matter.

As for the StarNet mentioned by forum users, it seems more like a pawn in the hands of higher-dimensional gods to deal with reality.

How could an intelligent being created by a lower race possess such power?

Leaving aside the numerous rules, based solely on information found online, the Lunar Eclipse Clan fled to Earth, making them an exiled force.

Judging from the information on the internet, it seems that the Eclipse Clan encountered a small branch of the terrifying Black Tide.

The fact that even a small branch of the Black Tide is difficult to defeat is enough to prove that the game "Monster World" has nothing to do with StarNet.

However, judging from StarNet's series of actions, it is clear that it is also aware of the existence of higher-dimensional deities.

Through a series of arrangements, it assists higher-dimensional deities in managing the real world and maintaining its stability.

Therefore, it's best not to reveal anything.

Any thought that is spoken aloud may bring disaster upon oneself and even one's own destiny.

At this moment, Minghou completely abandoned his original idea.

Is it easier to accept the choice between negotiating with the higher-dimensional deity behind the small world and being devoured by fate?

Suddenly, the evil wind reappeared.

Life Throat slowly detached from the orange cat's body, and Black re-formed its original body in the center of the room.

With a light tap of the bone staff on the ground, a barely perceptible spatial rift slowly took shape.

time to go.

Just as it was about to step into the spatial rift, it caught a glimpse of a white-haired girl immersed in liquid inside the game pod.

Suddenly, an absurd thought struck its brain.

What if... I also became a player?

The distorted spatial rift suddenly solidified.

It stared intently at the girl inside the game pod, as if it saw a stairway to supreme authority.

This crazy idea grew wildly in my mind like a poison ivy.

Becoming a player means gaining the characteristic of immortality and being able to directly control various rule powers through the Soul Treasury.

This is such a precious opportunity.

It will come into contact with the authority of higher-dimensional deities who weave the world.

The price is that it will forever be subject to the player system, becoming a war pawn in the hands of higher-dimensional beings.

But even after years of arduous training in the monster world, it's still just a small corner of a vast world.

However, players can easily obtain the power they have always dreamed of.

Such an opportunity is worth any price to pay.

Although the current players are weak, they have already secured their qualification to participate in the ultimate battlefield in the future.

As an apostle of fate, coming here and learning the truth may be a gift from fate itself.

The silver mist mask on Minghou's face gradually calmed down.

This is clearly not a multiple-choice question.

In the monster world, the Fate race is powerful enough to become a dominant force, yet they must always be wary of being devoured by even stronger beings.

Those players, on the other hand, can respawn at the resurrection point after death, and can try again an infinite number of times after failing. They can easily acquire power simply by hunting.

What an extravagant way to grow up!

The fact that players are allowed to fail is a miraculous blessing in a world of monsters where the strong prey on the weak.

Such treatment would be worth exchanging even for the strength of a demigod.

But new problems arose.

How can I become a player?

It returned to the computer and began researching relevant information.

The final answer was: become a player in the monster world by competing for a spot.

The prerequisite for vying for a spot is that it possesses an identity in this world.

Although it could easily seize and replace the identity of a creature on Earth, it dared not do so.

This behavior is undoubtedly a challenge to the authority of higher-dimensional deities.

So it began to ponder how to obtain identity qualifications without harming the creatures of the small world or causing any damage or alteration to the information of the small world.

As he continued his research, an even bolder idea began to take root in Minghou's mind.

According to online information, there are two ways to acquire an identity in this world.

The first method is: original registration.

In other words, from the moment a newborn is born into this world, their vital signs data are recorded by the Star Network, generating a unique identity code.

This system is so precise that it records an infant's genetic sequence and brainwave frequency, creating a unique ID that accompanies them throughout their life.

This system was also designed by StarNet to prevent alien infiltration.

To ensure that the identity information of every resident cannot be replaced by external infiltrating forces.

However, in Minghou's view, this defensive measure was really rudimentary and too easy to replace.

It simply won't choose this method.

The second method is: to descend upon the Alliance.

It's called an alliance of arrivals, but it's more like the assimilation of alien races.

When races from other worlds descended upon Earth through spatial portals.

If one can pass the Earth Alliance's "Civilization Compatibility Test," proving that they and their race have no intention of invading Earth, and swearing to abide by the "Interspecies Coexistence Convention," they can obtain temporary resident status.

After the observation period ends, the descending race will automatically acquire official resident status of the Earth Alliance after completing a new round of registration.

They can also obtain a piece of land for living, depending on the size of their group.

Therefore... it could completely "arrive unexpectedly" as a descending force.

By integrating into the Earth Alliance and gaining resident status, they can compete with other creatures in this world for player qualifications.

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　　Summary:
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(End of this chapter)