Chapter 839 - 710: Ascension (4K)

叆 shadow, dense clouds gather.

坤 earth, inclusive and generous.

So the name Sun-absorbing Chicken probably means the clouds enveloping the vast land, fitting the image of the Snake-man City’s warmth pipes sprawling and steam clouds lingering.

Now that the Snake-man Civilization has been annihilated by the Demon God, leaving only a few snake eggs to survive, Sun-absorbing Chicken didn’t have much to hide and straightforwardly revealed the information it knew.

Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering, "...So, the Snake-men were, a thousand years ago, transformed from humans into a half-human, half-snake form by the Emperor Shi’s direct command from Qin Country on Parallel World Earth, and then transferred to Broken Land?"

Wrapped entirely in bandages, emitting an ointment scent, Sun-absorbing Chicken honestly said: "Not transferred, more like... ferried."

The Snake-men boarded giant ships from Jimo County in Jiaodong County, headed towards Overseas Immortal Mountain, and upon arrival, found it to be a barren island. Subsequently, the sun vanished, plunging them into eternal night where everything floated upward.

Relying on their hibernation talent, the Snake-men hid in the giant ships to endure the harsh winter. After an unknown period, the entire island along with the surrounding seawater appeared in Broken Land.

Afterwards, they multiplied, thrived, and the Snake-man Civilization was born.

Upon hearing this, several players exchanged glances. Although Sun-absorbing Chicken hatched after the Snake-men arrived at Broken Land and had never witnessed the scene of crossing the sea searching for the Immortal Mountain,

as the guardian of Snake-man Civilization and the only immortal breed, its knowledge should be generally accurate.

"Now this gets interesting,"

Maxwell quickly caught the key in the dialogue, rubbing his smooth chin, "Eternal night, drifting islands.

Sounds like Emperor Shi, cutting out a whole space of the island, sent it to Broken Land.

To accomplish this, at least Level 39 strength is required.

Yet Level 39 is already a demigod, no matter which power system, they should comprehend longevity or similar methods.

For instance, the infinite division of HeLa cells, consciousness transfer into another’s body through possession reincarnation, or complete abandonment of mortal flesh ascending mechanically...

Already able to achieve immortality, why did Emperor Shi still dispatch people to seek Four Realms Mountain?

It can’t really be like a romantic play, where not only himself wanted eternal life but also wanted his beloved concubine to accompany him in immortality, right?"

He was offhandedly speculating and didn’t expect Merlin’s eyelid to twitch, the expression suddenly becoming cryptic, "If Emperor Shi were an indigenous Transcendent, he already had the ability for immortality, still sending people to find immortality makes no sense.

But if he is a player summoned by the killing field, then it makes sense."

Merlin paused, glanced at the befuddled Mei Wenyi and others, slowly said: "In the slum securities trading center, the guild with the highest rated stock, is neither the GOC sitting at the United Nations with global enforcement rights,

nor controlling over 37% of slum magic pet trading Thousand Throats Beast, over 42% arcane products Bell Tower, over 69% telecommunications services Whale Song,

but rather Prometheus + GS Biotechnology.

More precisely, the market value of a single Gen-Sys Biotechnology Company equals the sum of Thousand Throats Beast + Evil Science Alliance + Witch Alliance.

This sounds somewhat contrary to common knowledge, GS Biotechnology’s various drug products are useful in the Level 1 to Level 25 stages.

Beyond Level 25, even the top-tier gene-targeted permanent Compound No. 5 capable of activating superpowers, can’t sell at a high price.

The market value is this high entirely relying on one business—facing global wealthy elites, the longevity plan."

"Long... evity..." Mei Wenyi opened her mouth wide, jumped up as if electrically shocked, "Didn’t the Global Supernatural Alliance order to ban all commercial longevity extension surgeries the other day?!

Whale Song’s consciousness upload could barely be a loophole, but physical longevity through flesh modification, organ transplantation is strictly forbidden, right?"

Merlin gave her a look, seemingly surprised that this player affiliated with the FBI is so naive, "Prohibition is one thing, execution is another.

GOC, considering social order, ethics, and justice factors, banned commercial longevity extension surgeries,

but how can those global wealthy elites who hold immense wealth but age a day at a time be content?

They themselves lack the courage to recognize player qualifications and fight desperately in the Script World,

but collude deceptively with GOC, secretly funding commercial longevity projects at various Gs Biotechnology research institutes, extending life for themselves and family members by hundreds or thousands of years, thereby always enjoying wealth, forever being overlords of overlords."

Merlin’s tone carried a hint of irony, knowing that globally, nearly 40% of "dirty money" gets laundered through London Financial City and British Overseas Territory,

corrupt officials and criminals (gangsters, drug lords, telecom fraud kingpins) from various countries, cluster directly in Financial City and Westminster City to purchase estates.

Many people, while funding longevity projects, desperately have children, sending their offspring into Bell Tower Guild’s junior class to study arcane from a young age.

"Damn, it’s so unfair."

Mei Wenyi couldn’t help but grit her teeth, "Players fight tooth and nail in the killing field, yet all technical achievements are enjoyed first by these mortal wealthy elites."

"Hard to say."

Slightly curved his lips into a smile, Merlin lightly chuckled, "Standing from those wealthy elites and corrupt officials’ viewpoint, they also know Whale Song’s consciousness upload, Metaverse technology is not very reliable,

after death, becoming a string of code, everything under others’ control, should one day Whale Song’s programmer be in a bad mood, would get invisibly beaten or even mistreated by a large hand of code.