The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

The prophet took a few steps and then suddenly stopped.

The crowds at the entrance of the cafeteria seemed to be separated by an invisible wall.

He didn't turn around, but kept his back to Li Haotian, his voice as cold as frozen meat in a freezer.

"Here's a piece of advice for you."

"That five million isn't for you to get rich; it's a leash to keep you in check."

Li Haotian was still in the position of counting cards with his head down when he heard this, and his body stiffened.

"If I don't get what I want by this time tomorrow..."

The prophet slowly turned around, the hood of his tracksuit casting a shadow that obscured half of his face.

"You'll find that this chain can turn into a noose at any time."

"You won't get a single penny."

"Your person will also evaporate completely from this world."

Li Haotian was so startled that he shuddered, and the five black cards in his hand fell to the greasy table with a "thud".

He abruptly raised his head, the ecstasy that had just appeared on his face vanished instantly, leaving only a deathly pale look of terror.

"Big...Big brother, I...I didn't mean that..."

He frantically gathered the card back together, clutching it tightly in his hand like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

"I'll definitely do it! I'll definitely do it! I... I just... I just have a little problem..."

His voice was trembling, and his teeth were chattering.

The prophet walked back to the table, placed his hands on the surface, leaned forward, and an invisible pressure descended upon him.

"explain."

One word, no unnecessary words.

Li Haotian swallowed hard, staring at the five black cards with a look of struggle and unease in his eyes.

"Brother...this...this really contains five million?"

He asked cautiously, like a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time.

The prophet smiled dismissively, said nothing, and simply stared at him.

"No, it's not that I don't believe you, brother!"

Li Haotian quickly waved his hand to explain, his face showing that he was about to cry.

"The main thing is... they say on TV every day that scammers these days are so clever, they just use a cheap card with no money in it..."

"I...I'm drowning in debt. If all my hopes are dashed, I...I'll really die."

As he spoke, he looked at the prophet with eyes that held both intense longing and extreme fear.

The prophet felt a throbbing vein on his forehead.

This was the first time he had ever encountered such a... idiot.

"The password is six eights."

He squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

When Li Haotian heard the password, his eyes lit up, but then came a deeper worry.

He moved his chair closer to the prophet, lowered his voice, and spoke mysteriously.

"Brother, could... could you give me cash instead?"

For the first time, the prophet's expression froze.

Discounting?

"Or... or you can just transfer the money to my Alipay account!"

Li Haotian pulled out his old, cracked phone and opened the payment code with anticipation.

"This bank card... I'm really not good at using it, and... and what if the bank finds out I suddenly have so much money and freezes it?"

"I heard this is called... a huge amount of property of dubious origin!"

The prophet looked at the QR code, which was somewhat blurry due to the poor-quality screen protector, and felt as if he wasn't conducting a top-level negotiation concerning the organization's future.

He was explaining modern financial knowledge to an illiterate person who had just learned to use the internet.

An unnamed fire suddenly ignited from the depths of his heart to the top of his head.

He really wanted to slap that damn phone and that idiot's head into the table.

"Big brother, what do you think, is it okay?"

Li Haotian held up his phone, his eyes filled with hope.

The prophet took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He told himself to stay calm.

Don't stoop to the level of an ant.

His Excellency the Bishop's plan is of utmost importance.

"no."

He coldly refused.

Are you kidding me? Using the organization's encrypted channels to transfer money to Alipay? Leaving such a low-level handle on us?

The light on Li Haotian's face instantly dimmed.

He put his phone away, looking at the black cards with a worried expression, as if they were five hot potatoes.

"Then... what should we do...?"

He muttered to himself, wringing his hands anxiously.

Suddenly, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea, he slapped his thigh.

"Got it!"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes shining as he stared at the prophet.

"Big brother! How about... you top up my meal card?"

The prophet's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suspected that there was something wrong with his mental abilities, causing him to hallucinate.

"Our school's meal cards are the safest! One card per person, and you can report it lost! They're absolutely impossible to lose!"

Li Haotian became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he was proud of his brilliant idea.

"Five million! I'll deposit it! I... I can have extra chicken legs every day! I can buy all the food in the cafeteria!"

"..."

In the command center, the bishop, who witnessed everything through visual sharing, trembled noticeably for the first time in his hand, which was holding a glass of red wine.

The prophet felt his worldview being repeatedly crushed by a road roller.

Five million... for a meal card?

What an astonishing idea!

This is no longer just stupidity.

This is an insult to intelligence, wealth, and modern civilization... an insult of performance art level.

Looking at Li Haotian's face, flushed with excitement, he felt, for the first time, a strong sense of unease about his own judgment of "being in control of everything."

"Say it again?"

The prophet's voice was extremely dry.

"Top up your meal card!"

Li Haotian repeated it as a matter of course, even pointing to the recharge window not far away.

"Brother, if you don't have cash, you can do it right now with your phone, it's super convenient!"

The prophet slowly closed his eyes.

He was afraid that if he continued watching, he would lose his composure and unleash his mental power to turn this person's brain into a pot of tofu pudding.

"no."

He squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, each word sounding as if he had used all his strength.

"Huh? It won't work again?"

Li Haotian instantly deflated again, slumping in his chair like a cabbage wilted by the sun.

"Cash won't work, bank transfers won't work, meal cards won't work either... Dude, this business is too difficult for you..."

He muttered to himself.

The prophet suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze so cold it seemed ice crystals could fall from them.

"Change to something else."

"What?"

Li Haotian didn't react.

"Besides money, what else do you want?"

The prophet decided to try a different approach.

He couldn't continue following this idiot's logic, or he was afraid he would go crazy first.

"Besides money... what else do you want?"

Li Haotian was stunned. He tilted his head and began to think about the problem very seriously.

He counted on his fingers.

"New phone...new computer...and I want to eat hot pot..."

"Shut up!"

The prophet let out a low growl, and the students at the surrounding tables trembled in fright, casting strange glances at them.

The prophet immediately restrained his imposing manner, but his chest continued to heave violently.

"I mean, the kind of hard currency that circulates in your circle."

He tried his best to explain using words that the other person could understand.

"hard currency?"

Li Haotian looked completely bewildered.

"It's... something very valuable, very rare, something everyone's scrambling to get."

"oh!"

Li Haotian suddenly realized something, and then fell into deep thought again.

He scratched his messy hair and muttered to himself.

"Very valuable...very rare..."

His eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had remembered something.

"Big brother! I've got it!"

He excitedly moved closer.

"I saw someone bragging on a gaming forum before, saying there was something that was more valuable than gold and diamonds!"

The prophet's mind stirred.

coming.

"They say that thing is sparkly, like crystal, but when you put it there, the surrounding air changes!"

As Li Haotian spoke, he gestured animatedly to indicate the name.

"It seems...it seems to be called something like...Void...Space Crystal?"

He got stuck, then looked at the prophet with a pleading expression, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to reveal the answer.

"Is that your name, brother?"

The prophet's breath hitched.

His mind was reeling.

S-class.

Space system.

Extraordinary Crystal Core.

How did this idiot, who can't even use a bank card, know about such a strategic resource that only appears in the highest-level intelligence?

coincidence?

still is……

The prophet's gaze sharpened.

He stared intently at Li Haotian's face, trying to find even the slightest trace of pretense.

However, no.

On that face, there was only the excitement of discovering a new continent and the undisguised, naked greed of a poor person who has suddenly become rich.

"Brother, let's change to this one! Is that okay?"

Li Haotian rubbed his hands together, drool almost dripping down his face.

"They said, 'A tiny piece can buy an entire building! Give me a tiny piece, and I'll give you the number right away!' I'll personally go and beat up my ex-girlfriend's boyfriend!"

The prophet did not answer.

He simply stared at the face before him, a face etched with "stupidity" and "greed."

He felt a chill run down his spine without warning.