Knight Asylum

"I see. I roughly understand what's going on."

"But you don't seem satisfied," Zhan Ji Ling Ma raised his lips slightly and took off his belt. He leaned on the collection box and crossed his arms over his chest. "Let me think about it. Ah~ You don't like the fact that the World Tree Consortium uses games to recruit soldiers to conquer other worlds."

"The World Tree Foundation shouldn't be so short of manpower that it needs to use citizens of [S·L] to fill the gap," Red bent down and took out a Helheim fruit from the collection box, and inserted his thumb into the peel.

It feels a bit like lychee.

I don't know if it is possible to transform it using the ultimate power.

"Of course the World Tree Foundation has no shortage of soldiers or experimental subjects, but the World Tree Foundation... does not have a king like the aliens who can command everything."

Zhan Ji Lingma's eyes rolled, and he raised his fingers and shook them left and right.

"Only when a king who rules over everything is born, will the invasion of Helheim come to an end."

"That's really vague. Are you really a scientist?" Red casually put the Helheim Fruit into his pocket.

"No, no, no, I am stating a fact, a truth that is simpler to understand than 1+1=2."

Zhan Ji Lingma jumped forward, opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world, raised his head, turned a few times, and then faced Reid.

"Have you heard of the golden fruit?"

"Golden fruit?" Red's intuition told him that this was one of the truths that Guihu Wudao had hidden from him.

"A fruit of great power will be born in Helheim. The person who eats this fruit will become..."

Zhan Ji Lingma paused briefly, then closed his eyes and spoke softly in a whispering tone.

"God."

Reid fades away with a two-handed tactic.

"So, that's it? You are the legendary idealist scientist?"

"No, I am a materialist," Zhan Ji Ling Ma opened his eyes, "Gods do exist, but in my eyes, gods are high-dimensional beings with enormous power that we cannot understand."

"And those who eat the golden fruit can become such a being."

"You should have seen him before, the king of the foreigners, the god who ate the golden fruit."

"You know quite a lot."

Red recalled that it was the power coming through the plants in Helheim.

"As long as new gods are not born, the old gods can freely use the power that has not yet decayed in their hands, but the birth of new gods means a completely new order."

Zhan Ji Lingma put his hands behind his back and shook his head slightly to the left.

"Takatora believes that he is not qualified to become a new god, so he uses the Alien Game to screen him."

"What about you?" Red narrowed his eyes slightly, "You should be the person closest to the golden fruit here."

"Me? I have no interest in the golden fruit at all," Zhan Ji Ling Ma blinked, raised his head with his chin held high, "Ah... No, to be precise, I have no interest in becoming a so-called god."

"so……"

Zhan Ji Lingma's mouth corners raised.

"Red, are you interested in competing for the golden fruit?"

……

"Hey—haven't you arrived yet?"

Sid shouted impatiently to Wu Fan who was walking in front.

He had been following Wu Fan for a long time, and he had been wandering around so much that he could hardly remember the way back.

With a bad premonition in his heart, Sid began to slow down and put his right hand into his pocket.

"You really have no patience. It's already here."

Wu Fan raised his hand, opened the rusty iron door, bent down and walked in.

Sid wanted to turn around and leave, but when he thought of Red's inner emotions beginning to churn, he gritted his teeth, bent down, and went in.

"Hey, you haven't told me how to get that power!"

The culture chambers with strange liquids flowing in them lit up, and deformed bodies came into Sid's sight. Sid couldn't help but hold his breath, his pupils trembling wildly.

Although all the bodies in the incubator looked like incompletely developed deformed children, he now saw the characteristics he had always dreamed of.

Silver fangs, golden horns, and a black body that symbolizes power.

His instincts were screaming at him.

[Yes, that's it! ]

Wu Fan turned around and opened his arms. Behind him, the emblem of an eagle grasping the earth lit up.

“That’s where the power is.”

Chapter 528: The belt is just a limiter

Oh! Really? This is so great! Please help me get the power of the Golden Fruit!

Zhan Ji Lingma put his hands on his hips, feeling helpless.

If possible, he would like to see Red show such a reaction, rather than tilting his head with an expression of "Oh, then what?"

However, Zhan Ji Lingma was not surprised that Reid would have this reaction.

For Red, who had smashed the ruler's stone tablet, the power of God was not a distant word. Rather, Red, who could stop a speeding time train with one punch without hurting the passengers, was already a god walking on earth.

Thinking of this, Zhan Ji Lingma couldn't help but sigh.

[The power of God] is already the limit of human imagination of the concept of power. When he was studying how to enable humans to possess belts that could rival the power of monsters, some humans had already obtained power that could only be described as as powerful as that of gods.

Zhan Ji Lingma's gaze fell on Reid's waist.

Great power is not important. What is important is whether this power can evolve further. The power that can evolve continuously is the strongest power. That is why he keeps collecting data to further improve the performance of the Zhan Ji drive.

But the Aguru belt on Red's body is an ancient creation.

A belt made by a group of primitive people who didn't even know what electricity was turned a human who was just an ordinary person not long ago into a god walking in the world.

It was so outrageous that he skipped the part where his self-esteem was hurt and went straight to the part where he had to admit it with a pinch of his nose.

"Well, I am interested, so how can I get the golden fruit?"

Just when Zhan Ji Lingma was about to laugh it off and brush off this topic that seemed to make him seem a little self-indulgent, Red nodded.

"Huh? Are you interested in the golden fruit?" Zhan Ji Lingma was a little surprised.

According to his analysis, the probability that Red would answer "Sorry, I'm not interested" is as high as 97%.

"Of course I am interested, because..."

Red paused, then lowered his head and let out a long breath.

"If we leave it alone, it will definitely cause a commotion comparable to the ruler's stone tablet, right?"

Just as Zhan Ji Ling Ma described, fate seemed to have run out of ideas, and all the trials that could be thought of were repeated and failed.

Zhan Ji Lingma blinked and suddenly realized.

"Ah~ Come to think of it, that's indeed the case. Well, they are all world-destroying crises. In a sense, Helheim is much more disgusting than the Ruler's Monument, umm—"

Zhan Ji Lingma, who had not yet expected that Red would actually agree to compete for the golden fruit, paced back and forth in front of Red with his chin held high, his brows sometimes frowned and sometimes relaxed.

It’s not that this is a difficult thing to do. In fact, the situation is completely the opposite. If Red decides to participate in the battle for the golden fruit, as far as we can see now, there are no more than five people in the entire [S·L] who are qualified to compete with Red.

What really bothered him was that he seemed to play no role in this process.

His self-esteem would not allow him to be a spectator in the battle for the golden fruit, nor would he allow his ingenious combat driver to become a decoration.

Got to find a way to squeeze his work in there.

……

Totally unexpected.

Why would a god walking among the humans wear his belt to limit his strength?

"Hey! How about I tell you about Gui Hu's plan first?" Zhan Ji Lingma coughed awkwardly, his eyes flickering.

"Let me guess. We'll first use the Alien Games to find suitable users of the Battle Drive, then invest in the Battle Drive to upgrade the scale and intensity of the Alien Games to further screen out people who are good at using the power of Helheim," Reid raised his finger and shook it left and right.

"That's right. Only those who are used to using the power of Helheim have the ability to control the power of the Golden Fruit," Sengoku Lingma spread his hands and emphasized, "My Sengoku Driver can do this easily."

"..."

"Advertising?"

"This is true," Zhan Jiling's face turned dark.

"Okay, I think I understand, but there's one question," Red shrugged, "When will the golden fruit appear?"

"Well... this is definitely based on the fact that Helheim has already invaded Earth."

"Wait a minute--" Red raised his hand, his face full of black lines.

"How can we stop Helheim from invading Earth?"

"Get the golden fruit."

"How can the golden fruit appear?"

"Helheim has invaded Earth."

"So how can we stop Helheim from invading Earth?"

"Get the golden fruit."

"..."

Red raised his eyes.

"Of course, the goal of the World Consortium is to obtain the Golden Fruit while preventing the Earth's environment from being invaded by Helheim and to stop the invasion of Helheim," Zhan Ji Lingma raised two fingers, bent them, and raised his hand to snap his fingers.

The light of the holographic image fell between Reid and Sengoku Lingma, forming a holographic image of [S·L], and points of light lit up one by one.

Red thought of the [S·L] map displayed on the Alien Game APP. Those light spots were all the arenas for the battle areas in the Alien Game.

"The method that the World Tree Consortium has come up with now is deception."

"As long as the invasion rate of Helheim reaches a certain level, the golden fruit will appear."

A string of numbers appeared on one side of the hologram.

Thirteen percent.

"According to my calculations, as long as the erosion rate reaches 35 percent, the golden fruit will appear."

"Only 35 percent?" Red was a little surprised. "I thought it would be at least 50 percent."

"The 35 percent here does not refer to the land coverage rate alone, but the erosion of the real space, that is, the cracks you see. 35 percent is an irreversible number."

Zhan Ji Lingma put his hands in the pockets on both sides of his white coat.

"However, the lock I made can stably open and close the gate to Helheim and prevent the invasion of Helheim plants."

"I see. As long as there are enough players in the Outlander game, at some point we can increase the erosion rate to a level high enough for golden fruit to appear without causing irreparable damage to the Earth from Helheim."

Red nodded, his chin resting on his head.

"Is this what you are preparing for the World Series in two months?"

"That's right~"

"The arenas evenly distributed across S.L...are they to ensure Helheim's coverage of reality?" Reid raised his eyebrows.

If this is true, then we have to say that this is indeed a very rigorous operation.

The most rigorous part of this operation is to be carried out within [S·L].

If something went wrong, leading to a large-scale invasion by foreigners...

What [S·L] lacks the most is [idlers] who are afraid of not having a fight.

Chapter 529: No luck with women + no chance of getting the golden fruit

"originally--"

Zhan Ji Lingma suddenly stretched out his voice.

"That's how it should be."