Bengtie: A Genius's Out-of-the-Domain Idea

Lin Yi shook his head. Order maintained entirely by force: "This is a very good example of social observation. Take good notes, and write a summary report for me later. It can count as this year's assignment, replacing a standard paper from the 'Erudite Society'."

Stargazing Bling blinked: "Yay!"

Zhu Xing is still a bit worried. He's been a bit lazy this year, and almost half of the year has passed, with almost no homework done.

Publishing a full 12 papers that meet the standards of the "Broad Knowledge Society" is no easy feat.

Anonymous submissions are required, and the authorship cannot be changed without any influence from Lin Yi. Only after approval and successful publication can the authorship be changed back. Furthermore, the paper must be reviewed by Lin Yi in advance and must not be suspected of being low-quality; it must be substantial.

Zhu Xing only completed one article this year, thanks to Dan Heng's help.

However, in addition to the recently completed "The Immortality Conjecture, Research on the Vidya Dragonborn, and the Possibility of Using Abundance and Procreation to Help the Unfertile Immortal Dragonborn to Propagate Alternatively," there are also three articles that I had saved up last year but hadn't published yet.

One is the "Solution to Improve the Stability and Weaponization of the Hunting Beacon".

This has already been verified and works. It's just not suitable for publication at all, so Lin Yi rejected it.

The phrase "hunting beacon" alone does not meet the criteria for anonymous submission; people can guess who you are at a glance.

And it's easy for Aha to take the blame for Kouya's mistakes.

In addition, this is a weapon of great destructive power. Although it is unlikely to be as similar to Aha's "pseudo-O Light Arrow", it is not suitable for publication.

Another topic is the feasibility of modulating a simulated universe into 'absolute freedom' and inputting one's own data to attempt to use the simulated self to complete assignments in place of reality.

This involves the issue of slacking off on homework. Zhu Xing secretly tinkered with it without daring to say anything or conduct experiments, otherwise the teacher would be able to find out the data.

That's why she wanted to have her own astronomical computer to experiment with simulations.

After all, the amount of homework Lin Yi assigned kept increasing year by year, and Zhu Xing was starting to feel the pressure.

The last one is about "the reuse of the Doomsday Beast: transforming its annihilation breath into a unique and explosive inorganic life-fuel beverage through mass-energy conversion and reconstruction."

Yes, this can be published without any problem. Although some people may complain, it's okay.

Didn't Ladio also publish "Preparation of a Bathing Agent for Stimulating Thought and Inspiration from the Extraction of Omvaxisten Buds"?

This fuel-powered beverage boasts genuine technological sophistication and a unique design philosophy. Even Screws itself acknowledges that the taste is surprisingly delightful when tried occasionally. Furthermore, its energy density far surpasses that of other fuels on the market, making it ideal for casual drinking.

In summary, I've completed 2/12 of the assignments, leaving a full 10 more to go.

And this study of the humanities and social aspects of wing-makers could be worth an entire article—that would be fantastic!

Chapter 239 A Social and Humanistic Study of the Wing Builders

Lin Yi gently patted Zhu Xing's head, who was grinning blankly: "Alright, stop grinning like an idiot, let's go. Judging from your expression, you haven't even touched your homework much this year."

Chasing Stars: "No way..."

Lin Yi and Zhu Xing did not immediately go to the ruins of Qiong Sang to observe the lives of the Feathered People, but instead considered the planet below where they were being exploited and exploited.

Upon setting foot on this planet, Zhu Xing couldn't help but frown: "The ecosystem is terrible!"

The sky was filled with yellow sand, and there was little vegetation, mostly sparse lawns, low shrubs, and a few mosses.

The entire planet appears almost entirely devoid of greenery from above, making it far from habitable; in fact, it hardly resembles a planet suitable for life.

Lin Yi: "That's normal. After all, the nutrients and vitality have been taken away by the roots of the Qiong Sang tree to feed the Yumin above."

"Judging from this, this planet will soon lose all life and become a dead planet."

Yes, a true dead star, because the heat from the Earth's core is being plundered by Qiongsang, and even the Earth's core is about to go out.

The so-called "dust people" living on this planet are naturally exploited to the point of unbearable suffering. They are not slaves but are worse than slaves, struggling to survive.

After further investigation, it was discovered that this planet was captured and plundered by the Wingers during their hunting expeditions. Due to their previous fierce resistance, the people living on it now hold a very low status within the Wingers' system.

There's nothing to see here, and only a handful of people are left. There's really nothing to see, so Lin Yi and Zhu Xing switched to the next one.

The scenery here is almost the same as before.

The people on this planet revered the powerful forces of the wing-maker, willingly groveling and becoming mere mortals, only to be ravaged like this.

Zhu Xing was speechless: "How could they be so stupid? And even after falling to this level, they still manage to distinguish between nobles and slaves... I really don't want to admit they're human!"

Lin Yi: "Human diversity is normal. I don't really want to admit that these guys are human. I'll just make a few notes and move on."

Over several system periods, Lin Yi and Zhu Xing explored one planet after another, finding them to be largely similar.

Lin Yi shook his head: "Nominally commoners, but in reality slaves. Let's go, there's nothing to see down there, let's go up and take a look."

The term "dust people" is nothing more than another name for slaves. They might even be worse off than slaves.

Ordinary slave owners at least provided food for their slaves and cared about their mortality rate, since slaves could be considered their property.

But the Dust People are different; the Wingers don't care about their lives.

These commoners have to pay for their own slavery to support themselves.

Furthermore, their lifespan is extremely short; once their home planet is completely drained, they will inevitably die.

It's like a flock of free-range chickens in a mountain enclosure. They find their own food, lay eggs for their owner, and once they're old enough to be released, they lose all their value and their time to die is up.

Chasing Stars snapped photos and made notes, but his mood was far from pleasant: "If they exploit the common people like this, how extravagant must the winged people above them be? No wonder the Wingers are called abominations, a cancer. And yet, these creatures have managed to survive for so long despite repeated attacks and hunts..."

Lin Yi calmly observed and calmly delivered his verdict on the Wingers: "It's alright, they won't have such good luck again. The hunting and herding that has spanned hundreds of Amber Periods will come to an end. They won't survive this war... or even tonight."

Chasing Stars: "That's right~ I won't survive tonight!"

Lin Yi smiled as he watched Zhu Xing clench his fists, seemingly ready to stand up for the wronged.

Having compassion and feeling indignation for the weak is a good thing.

However, Lin Yi was also wondering if he could use the portion of destiny he controlled to directly shake the foundation of the blessing and make the pharmacist withdraw a specific blessing.

Well, it doesn't matter. At worst, it will be physically destroyed, which can be considered an erasure of the blessing.

Lin Yi and Zhu Xing ascended along the roots of the Qiong Sang tree, where nests were scattered, forming disorganized settlements and city-states. Living in trees and roaming the skies was a characteristic of the Feathered People.

However, the lives of the Feathered People living here did not match Lin Yi's expectations. They seemed to be only slightly better off than the Dust People, but not by much.

The wings that the wing-makers, the Feathered People, who live on the roots of the Cypress Tree, seem to be damaged.

It may be too small to catch the wind, or it may be deformed with one large and one small, or it may be missing a wing, or it may have a short wing.

These all seem to be winged people who are inherently unable to fly.

But it was just a slave dam with the name of the Feathered People, who were merely wing-makers.

Zhu Xing was incredulous: "These are part of the Wingers, right? Are they this ruthless to their own people? A civilization of this caliber has no need to exploit its own people, right? Tsk~ I've been traveling with my teacher for so long and this is the first time I've ever seen a race like this."

Lin Yi: "It's normal to exploit one's own people. The lifespan of the Dust People is short. For a race like the Wingers with its strict hierarchy, the upper echelons definitely need a stable supply. But the Dust People can't be squeezed out much and are not stable. They'll probably just take a look around and then move on to the next level."

Above that are the true 'Cloud Lords', capable of soaring through the sky. Even the weakest individual can easily fly at speeds approaching 400 kilometers per hour, and this ability to fly can be maintained even in a vacuum.

Their terrifying physical abilities gave the Wingers the power to mobilize the entire population as soldiers.

This is also the fundamental reason why the Celestial Ship developed small fighting ships and starships to engage in dogfights with them.

Otherwise, it would be quite unsettling if each Winged Creator scattered and charged forward alone, carrying a black hole bomb and launching a mounted assault.

And it is only from here on out that these are the wing-makers' true compatriots, their own people.

Following the roots upwards, one can see that the main trunk of the mulberry tree has been carved with holes, creating a vast space. This is somewhat inconsistent with the habits of the wing-makers.

It's probably because the cypress tree broke, and all the original massive branches and leaves that could be used for roosting were gone. With their habitat greatly reduced, and under pressure from population growth, the lower-level wing-makers had no choice but to carve out their own nests in tree trunks.

One can see winged beings flying swiftly by. They are reinforcing the dome, deploying unique defensive and offensive equipment, and producing various military supplies.

This is a continuous process of preparing for war.

These are clearly the twig-bearing species among the wing-makers, natural-born craftsmen.

After Lin Yi and Zhu Xing conducted an in-depth investigation, they found that the quality of life for these branch-carrying creatures was significantly higher than that of the feathered people below.

At least live like a human being.

However, it still doesn't match the quality of life that members of a civilization of this level should have.

If we convert the schedule of the 'Branch Seedling' to '10 PM,' it means they only have 6 hours of free time per day.

I'm wondering what the odds would be if the current protagonist and the Star-Shattering King Insect O Skarakkabaz, who's currently having a blast in the Memory Garden, went head-to-head.

It seems like even without Star God's intervention, they can't kill the opponent...

Chapter 240: Yu Huang (X) – The New Spirit (?) Who Stole Yu Huang's Remains

Working 18 system hours a day is inhuman; they're treating this job like a leisurely routine!

Lin Yi admired the wing builders' patience and perseverance; they were truly hardworking. No one dared to rebel.

Oh wait, someone's rebelling! A commotion broke out in the distance. Lin Yi and Zhu Xing approached and heard that a creature named Yu Le, who was not working like the busy crowd, was giving a speech in the shadows to a group of wing-makers who were also unwilling to work so hard.

The general translation is that the world shouldn't be like this, expressing condemnation of the Feather Emperor and dissatisfaction with the current situation.

Zhu Xing, hands on hips: "I knew it! How could no one resist?"

Lin Yi: "Now I understand why no one resisted!"

Chasing Stars: "Eh~ Why?"

Lin Yi gestured with his chin: "Look up at the sky."

A fierce wind howled across the sky, so intense that it even cleared the sky above the area, forcing the soaring pheasant to fall.

After the storm, a guardian spirit with six wings on its back hovered in the sky.

His wings were bluish-green, with uniquely shaped peacock feathers inlaid at the tips.

It was a symbol of status, and also a sharp blade that could be used as a weapon.

It has long legs and sharp claws and teeth.

He slung a wooden longbow across his waist and held a magnificent lapis lazuli sword in his hand.

"Hiss~ Cry~"

Xiaofeng: "I am Xiaofeng, a six-winged guardian of the heavens, the legion commander of the Peacock Angels, the guardian of the Feather Emperor, and the angel who proclaims the laws of the Lord of the Hanging Garden (the Medicine Master)."

"Xiaofeng - succeeding the original legion commander Mingxiao as one of the legion commanders of the Peacock Angel Legion."

"Mingxiao—captured and currently imprisoned in the Immortal Ship Prison. (He is one of the patients with Mirror Flow Stress Syndrome, along with Hulei.)"

Xiaofeng: "You lowly two-winged creatures carrying branches! How dare you commit such a great disrespect and attempt to challenge the eternal order."

"It's an angel! It's an angel! Run! I shouldn't have gotten involved!"

The panicked crowd tried to scatter and escape.

Xiaofeng disdainfully took the longbow from his waist.

Yu Le clenched his fists, but then prostrated himself on his knees and kowtowed forcefully: "No, no! Lord Xiaofeng, it's all my fault. Punish me, that's enough. You don't care how you torture me. Please forgive the innocent villagers!"

Xiaofeng really stopped, and then with a whoosh, he flapped his wings, and the unique air cavity structure allowed him to burst out with extremely fast speed, like a nimble and swift wind.

In an instant, amidst a bloodcurdling scream, Yu Le's wings were severed by Xiao Feng's lapis lazuli sword, and his limbs were torn off by Xiao Feng.

Such a brutal method and the amount of blood loss would have been fatal to an ordinary human, but Feng Raomin's strong physique allowed him to survive.

Then Xiaofeng tore the spine of the branch-carrying plant with a claw and lifted it into the sky.

Xiaofeng: "Hmph! The Feather Emperor's ironclad rules have been set, and there is no room for bargaining."

Xiaofeng drew his bow again, and the howling wind gathered at his fingertips, forming a transparent blue arrow.

It's just unknown how fierce the storm was brewing within it.

"No! No! Please, please, no! For our sake, we're compatriots, please!!!"

A slight turbulence stirred the feathered creature in its body, leaving fine scratches. But it did not harm its eyes.

Xiaofeng released his bow, and in an instant—the wind ceased and the clouds stopped.

The seemingly tiny arrow fell to the ground without causing a ripple.

A fierce storm destroyed the tribe and killed all the creatures within. The brooding brethren, who toiled from dawn till dusk, were finally free from their chores.

Then, while Yu Le was still in a daze, before his hatred could show on his face, Xiao Feng tore him in two.

"Feel free to voice any further complaints!"

The sound of howling winds drifted far away with the wind, reaching other tribes.

Lin Yi assessed the magnitude of the storm: "As expected, the Feather Emperor's system of governance has some means of controlling the overall situation. I don't know what it relies on, but it is obvious that everything is being monitored."