Chapter 800 - 674: Husband and Wife

The walkie-talkies all cut off at the same time. The few people present looked at each other; Li Cheng glanced at Gouchen. "That was your bro?"

Why the hell did you say "your bro" in that weird accent so it sounded like "nigger"?

Are you trying to summon that damn plantation owner Spiritual Body to whip him or what?

Gouchen rubbed his brow and said, "Yeah, that was my brother. He’s currently the director of the GOC Southeast Asia Department and has permission to use the main station."

Mei Wenyi asked on reflex, "Why not Michael? With Level 40 Strength, he should be able to spread his voice over an area the size of North America, right?"

"No idea."

Gouchen answered honestly, "There are a lot of possible reasons. Maybe my brother was the first to find a lead;

maybe the spatial structure of the Broken Land is weird and weakens long-range Spiritual Energy communication;

maybe the very bottom of Four Realms Mountain has more than just the Broken Land;

maybe His Eminence Michael is too strong, and he and the other Level 40s were targeted—forced to ascend to the Upper Realm the moment they descended."

"That... isn’t exactly impossible, either."

Don Juan rubbed his beard. Taking death-match Script Tasks as an example, for the sake of game balance the killing field will secretly compensate weaker Players so they can mobilize more "momentum" in the task world.

In a solo death-match, the weaker side’s built-in identity might be a Pentagon–contracted scientist, while the stronger side’s might be a lab experiment that escaped.

In a multi-player death-match, the weak team’s built-in identity might be the Earth Defense Team, while the strong team is treated as Cosmic Monsters disguised as humans.

The killing field using a black hand to forcibly bump the Level 40s up into the Upper Realm is, conversely, a form of protection for Ordinary Players.

Otherwise some Level 20 nobody like "Mountain Bandit King", "Okido Shigeru of Zhenxin Town", or "Goblin Slayer" just drops into Four Realms Mountain, rubbing their hands, ready to grind hard and snag a decent ranking,

and then gets instantly deleted in passing by the Laughing God,

wouldn’t that be just a bit too dumb?

"Um..."

Still lying on the ground, Dylan weakly said, "Can someone do something about me? My lungs really hurt, I’m about to stop breathing."

"Young man, did you drop this Golden Lung? Or this Silver Lungs?"

Without another word, Li Cheng pulled out two mini air purifiers, one Midea, one Gree. The Gree one even had Sister Dong’s smiling portrait printed on it.

"C-can I pick a meat one instead?"

Dylan’s Electronic Eye started sparking again. The different regions of the Broken Land all came from the myriad worlds, and weren’t lacking in Supernatural Elements, so he could still keep his mind stable.

"Nope. Flesh models are sold out."

Li Cheng installed the two air purifiers without giving him any say, summoned the Forbidden Army War Car, signaled everyone—including the robot dog—to get on, and drove toward the spatial rift, heading for the Execution Committee stronghold.

At the same time, Zhongtian Beiji, dressed in a standard-issue GOC suit with an Earth wheat-ear badge on his chest, put down the scorching microphone, lips pressed tight.

Right now he was sitting in front of a five-meter-tall "Super Long-range High-penetration High-frequency Spectrum Spiritual Signal Sending Device"—in other words, the Spiritual Ability Radio Station.

Piercing shattered space and transmitting a signal tens of millions of kilometers away required a downright terrifying short-term Spiritual Energy output.

Even with the latest nuclear fusion batteries and magic circuits loaded, the main-station machine couldn’t take it; the internal components burned and melted, spewing acrid black smoke.

Zhongtian Beiji stood up, stowed the main-station machine into his Backpack, frowned, and turned to say, "The message is sent.

My Spiritual Power is limited; I might not have been able to make everyone hear clearly.

Are you sure those orders came personally from the Laughing God?"

Standing before him was none other than the JOKER of the Wild Laughter Troupe.

The two of them had met during the "Escape from Loli Island" task and had crossed paths several times since.

The United Nations M49 standard divides Earth’s geographical areas into the Five Continents and sixteen major regions.

In the beginning, the leadership in every region was held by Ordinary civilian officials. Even though mortals have limited stamina, thinking speed, and parallel processing ability, and you have to assign extra manpower for round-the-clock protection,

it still beats having Transcendent officials who might inexplicably die in some Script Task one day, leaving the place with no Dragon at the helm.

But in recent years, as the survival tech of the Big Guilds has matured, having Transcendents serve as GOC regional leadership has started to look acceptable—

Transcendents at least understand the killing field better. Even if their body dies in a Script Task, their consciousness can continue to shine as an uploaded AI.

"You still don’t trust what I say? When have I ever lied to you?"

JOKER said lazily, holding up a wooden stick skewering a giant eyeball, roasted till it sizzled with fat—taken from a massive octopus beached on the riverbank.

"When have you ever not lied to me."

Zhongtian Beiji’s mouth twitched. Thanks to the lack of top-tier Big Guilds in Southeast Asia, he was effectively Southeast Asia No.00001, overseeing all affairs involving Extraordinary Elements across a land with 680 million people.

Personnel appointments, budget allocation, anti-rift engineering, multilateral government coordination and cooperation, cross-border criminal investigation and capture...

Anything the small countries can manage, he has to manage; anything they can’t manage, he still has to manage. Act first, report later, with Michael’s special authorization. He’s got ridiculous clout.

To satisfy his power lust, and at the same time quietly realize what he’d once told Li Cheng—that what you most need to reach Level 40 is actually time—

Zhongtian Beiji spent a fortune to buy a Skill Scroll called "Three is Sinful Body", which lets you split your Strength and personality and create clones.

The price is a massive Sanity Value Consumption.

Sanity Value can be replenished with other items. Stacked with his Absolute Prophecy Destiny Overturning Heaven Book Power System, he can easily split off a dozen personality clones with different temperaments,

some busy running the family business, some handling the GOC’s tedious political affairs, some training their bodies, some eating, drinking, and having fun to restore Sanity Value.

Every two days he recalls all clones, merging their memories back into the main body.

One day, the clone carrying the spoiled-rich-kid memory and personality, dedicated solely to indulgent pleasure, was introduced by a friend to a hot girl in a nightclub and ended up rolling into bed with her that night.

Just as he was tipsily undoing his belt, the girl’s mouth suddenly spoke with JOKER’s voice: "Brother Zhongtian, long time no see. The higher-ups asked me to bring you a message."

His booze sobered up on the spot; he practically wanted to cancel Three is Sinful Body right then and there and go all out on JOKER.

The Wild Laughter Troupe acts recklessly and wrecks order, and is indeed despised by all major forces.

But with the Song of Kings event going on, and facing the threat of Otherworld Non-human Players, it’s not completely impossible to put aside old grudges and cooperate for now.

"Our guild leader, the Laughing God, is now also a member of the Shabby Street Community Committee. Those Level 40s can communicate via their vague, ethereal Divine Thought."

JOKER shrugged. "According to him, Michael, Side of Truth, and the others were forcibly ascended to the Upper Realm by Four Realms Mountain the instant they landed.

He used his last sliver of time to pass his words to me.

Fortunately, among the Level 40s, Matrix, the guild leader of Whale Song, has instant-thinking capability and has already left the necessary arrangements at the Broken Land natives’ stronghold.

We just have to find the nearest stronghold and we can receive the next step of instructions."

"Let’s hope so."

Zhongtian Beiji rubbed his temples tiredly. "More than six thousand Players entered the Broken Land, all Above Level 20.

If they can walk out alive, great; but if even a little error in my broadcast causes thirty or forty percent of them to die, Earth’s entire defensive strength will be compromised.

Don’t make me into this Earth’s sinner."

"Oh, that won’t happen. Worst case, I’ll go with you to GOC’s military court and ask for the same year, same month, same day of death. One day as a couple, a hundred days of grace~"

"Get lost!"