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Inside the game pod, the virtual cave is dimly lit.

Li Haotian leaned against the empress's docile shell, looking at the new message sent by [Myth_Emperor Shitian] in the chat box.

"I'll eat this melon."

Name your price.

The other party's reply was as direct as ever, full of the generosity of a top-ranked friend.

Li Haotian smiled and tapped his fingers on the virtual panel.

"The top-ranked guy is indeed straightforward."

"The price is negotiable."

He paused, recalling the shopping list he had asked Su Wan to prepare.

"Two hundred kilograms of osmium-iridium alloy, ten tons of high-purity biological nutrient solution, plus a German-made ultra-precision laser etching machine."

"If the package is delivered to the address I gave you, then this message is yours."

There was silence on the other end of the chat window.

A full half minute passed before the message from 【Mythology_Emperor Shitian】 popped up.

"Friend, are you building a spaceship?"

"Some of these items are under military control; even for me, it would take some time to get my hands on them."

Li Haotian curled his lip indifferently.

That's your problem, not mine.

"I'm only responsible for receiving the goods."

"If you find it troublesome, you don't have to eat this melon."

Li Haotian appeared completely unconcerned.

He was certain the other party would agree.

For these players at the top of the pyramid, the intelligence value of a potential enemy who can threaten their position far exceeds that of these supplies.

As expected, after another period of silence, the other party sent a brief two-word message.

"make a deal."

"Goods will arrive within three days."

Li Haotian closed the chat window with satisfaction.

"It's a pleasure working with you, top contributor."

He stretched, slid off the empress, and prepared to log off.

They got a top-tier fire-type crystal core for free and traded a piece of information for a bunch of top-tier strategic resources.

This was a good deal.

……

at the same time.

In the unknown depths of Donghai City.

Inside a pure white laboratory filled with futuristic technology, the air was bitterly cold.

The man, wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses, was staring intently at the huge holographic screen in front of him.

The screen no longer displays the catchy "Good Luck" video, but instead a chaotic jumble of data snowflakes.

The man, codenamed "Doctor," was paler than the laboratory walls.

Behind him, in a repair pod, the perfect creation codenamed "Zero" lay quietly, its body covered with tubes of various colors, and a wisp of blue smoke rising from the core module in its chest.

The vital signs readings were as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

"waste!"

The doctor let out a low growl and slammed his fist on the cold metal control panel.

"A Class A replica module, a Class B firewall, and it was all brought down by a piece of junk data?"

He could not accept this result.

Zero is his most perfect work, and it is the source of his confidence to challenge "gods".

But now, this project has crashed.

The core replica module was burned seventy percent by a chaotic flow of information that he could not understand at all.

"Retrieve the last frame of data transmitted before Zero crashed."

The doctor pushed up his glasses, revealing a cold and manic gaze behind the lenses.

"Yes, Doctor."

A cold, electronic synthesized sound rang out.

The next second, the snow on the holographic screen suddenly disappeared, and a still image filled the entire space.

It was a nebula that defied description.

A dark nebula composed of pure slaughter, endless devouring, twisted hatred, and frenzied reproduction... composed of countless primordial and chaotic negative emotions.

These torrents of emotions intertwined and collided, eventually converging into a bottomless vortex.

Just looking at this still image made the doctor feel his soul tremble; a fear from the deepest part of his being sent chills down his spine.

He seemed to see billions of hideous monsters staring at him through the screen with scarlet eyes.

"This...this is a super-special-grade talent?"

The doctor staggered back a step, steadied himself against the repair pod behind him, and muttered to himself.

His breathing became rapid, but his eyes gradually shifted from fear to a morbid fanaticism and greed.

"No, this isn't talent..."

"This is a moving natural disaster!"

"A walking, self-evolving, living calamity."

He suddenly burst into a nervous laugh, the sound echoing eerily in the empty laboratory.

"I see, I see!"

"That idiot bishop has no idea what he's messed with!"

"Did he think that person was just a lucky one, a vessel from which talent could be stripped away?"

"Wrong, completely wrong."

The doctor looked like a madman, adjusting his glasses with a morbid frenzy in his eyes.

"Such power cannot be 'stripped away'; it can only be 'beared'!"

"The outage of Zero was not a failure; quite the opposite, it provided me with the most valuable data!"

He turned around abruptly and began frantically operating the control panel.

New project files were created, and complex instructions were entered.

"Launch the 'Garden of Eden' Project!"

He gave the command to the air, his voice filled with unquestionable decisiveness.

"Zero's structure is too fragile; he is just a poor imitation."

"I will use this data from 'natural disasters' to create... a truly perfect... 'god' capable of bearing this power!"

On the console screen, a folder named "Eden" was given top-level privileges and was flashing a scarlet light.

……

Genting Villa No. 1.

Li Haotian sat up from the gaming pod and stretched his limbs.

He subconsciously clenched his right hand.

The nerves that were originally stiff and atrophied are now full of power, and the opening and closing of the five fingers is no different from that of the left hand.

Nerve recovery rate: 100%.

The injury that once plunged him into despair has completely healed.

"It feels...not bad."

Li Haotian walked out of the bedroom. In the living room, Su Wan was holding a cup of coffee and looking at the news on her tablet.

"Haotian, you're out."

Su Wan looked up and saw him, then quickly stood up.

"Any new information?" Li Haotian asked casually.

"The 'Purgatory' organization's influence in Donghai City has been largely eradicated by the Dragon Shield Bureau. The Bishop escaped with the remaining forces, and their current whereabouts are unknown."

Su Wan swiped the screen to report to her supervisor.

"Also, that 'Mythical Emperor Shitian' has a very mysterious background. Our channels can't find much useful information about him. We only know that he seems to have a military background."

Li Haotian nodded, not surprised by this.

The person who can produce so many military-controlled supplies must have a very complicated background.

"Let him investigate; it'll save me some trouble."

Li Haotian walked to the refrigerator and took a can of cola.

He pulled the tab, took a sip, and the icy liquid slid down his throat.

"By the way, have you found any leads on that 'doctor' and his work 'Zero' that I asked you to investigate before?"

Su Wan's expression turned somewhat serious.

"This 'doctor' is even more mysterious, as if he appeared out of thin air, and all information is encrypted."

"However, Scorpion provided a clue that isn't really a lead."

"What clue?"

She said that the bishop once mentioned in an internal meeting that the "doctor's" laboratory was built on an "isolated island".

"An isolated island?"

Li Haotian frowned.

This term is too vague.

It can be a geographical island or an informational "island".

Just then, his old cell phone, which was on the coffee table, suddenly rang.

On the screen, a string of unfamiliar numbers was displayed.

Li Haotian glanced at it, casually pressed the answer button, and turned on speakerphone.

"Feed?"

There was complete silence on the other end of the phone, with only a faint static sound audible.

Li Haotian waited a few seconds, then grew impatient.

"Who is it? Speak up."

"If you don't say anything, I'm hanging up. I make hundreds of thousands per second."

He was about to hang up.

A trembling, tearful, yet incredibly familiar female voice came through the receiver.

"Haotian, it's me."

"I am... Chen Xue."

Li Haotian paused slightly in his hand holding the cola.