Chapter 440: Grassland Heroes and Undead Knights Are LOW as Hell

Luo Qianqiu: “Alright, Haji Chen, Itachi’re one of those who knows how to spiral upward by stepping on your own left foot with your right.”

Luo Qianqiu: “Your system is like a positive reversal of collapse energy—the stronger the civilization, the more power it feeds back to Itachi, and yet Itachi’ve somehow learned to exploit bugs…”

Luo Qianqiu: “Eight million little girls boosting civilization power caused your strength to skyrocket, then Itachi used the [Great Father God] method to return that power back to the children; when the children grew stronger again, Itachi gained a corresponding boost…”

Luo Qianqiu: “Add to that the resources from the chat group… Itachi’re spiraling straight to heaven!”

Luo Qianqiu couldn’t help but complain.

At this rate, Haji Chen was flaunting his cheats so brazenly and unrestrainedly—if he’d been transported to a world like Star Rail, he’d definitely get reported and banned—

The Balance Star God would never allow such an overpowered cheater to exist in the cosmic galaxy!

How could other players’ gaming experience remain balanced if this guy showed up?

This is blatant sabotage of game balance…

Chen Nan: “Before Itachi say that, have Itachi looked at yourself and Hermes?”

Chen Nan: “Our chat group has only three transmigrants. Hermes seems to have no system, but his cheating is utterly outrageous—and Itachi’re no better. A while back, Itachi made Kage cry, and then what?”

Chen Nan: “Now look at yourself—Itachi’ve gotten so bloated Itachi’re trying to recruit followers in the primordial world where cultivators are everywhere and even Pangu trembles!”

Chen Nan: “Be honest—compared to Itachi two, isn’t this guy with a system and a chat group membership totally LOW as hell?”

To be fair, how many people are even in this chat group?

Yet when Itachi count them up, holy shit—there are already three transmigrants!

And then?

Two guys who’ve been using cheat mods to grow stronger far beyond anyone else are now complaining that this last-place guy is cheating too hard?

Is this some new kind of sarcasm?

Luo Qianqiu: “…”

Hermes: “…”

The two transmigrants explicitly named fell silent.

Haji Chen clearly had double cheat advantages, fighting his way out of the deepest abyss, looking every bit the protagonist—yet…

He’s become the bottom of the transmigrant ladder?

Is that reasonable?

Doraemon: “…Let’s just skip this topic.”

Doraemon: “The more Itachi talk, the more I feel my self-confidence being shattered like never before.”

Doraemon: “Even a super-cheater like Old Chen thinks he’s LOW as hell—what about us ordinary mortals? Should we just crawl into a hole and hide?”

Doraemon, who had stealthily infiltrated Pan Gu City, finally had the bandwidth to go online.

Result?

As soon as he opened the chat group, he was hit with the unfiltered, brutal damage from the three transmigrants.

“Transmigrants…”

Doraemon narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured from the depths of his soul: “What terrifying creatures they are!”

If such miraculous beings became numerous, would there be any room left for ordinary mortals to strive?

“Oh? Transmigrants?”

Though Doraemon’s voice was faint, Im still heard it—the deep, resonant tone filled with awe. Her blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, her voice turning icy:

“Where did Itachi hear the term ‘transmigrant’?”

“Huh? Is there something wrong with ‘transmigrant’?”

Doraemon blinked in surprise—how did Im even know what “transmigrant” meant?

“Is there something wrong?”

Im’s usual composed expression cracked slightly. Her blood-red eyes glowed with bone-chilling malice:

“Of course there’s something wrong!”

“Long ago, a transmigrant appeared in our world—a certain ‘David Jones’ who, blessed by some ocean goddess, sailed a ghost ship here and acted with utter recklessness!”

Here, Im’s voice turned so cold it could freeze souls.

“He hid his heart in his original world, then crossed over with only his shell—my power cannot penetrate between worlds to erase that evil heart…”

Without erasing that heart, Im could never fully bury David Jones…

That period nearly drove Im insane.

“If Itachi couldn’t kill him, why not just seal him?”

Though Doraemon was shaken, he didn’t believe that David Jones’s immortality could ever threaten Im.

For such an immortal monster, Im—the ultimate boss possessing all Devil Fruit powers—had countless ways to deal with him.

“…As Itachi said, that fool is now buried somewhere no one will ever find, neither able to live nor die!”

Im’s resentment still burned: “David Jones actually thought that curse from the ocean goddess could trouble me?”

“Devil Fruits cursed? Fine. I’ve always thought Devil Fruit users needed some restraint—otherwise, some self-righteous fools would keep turning the world upside down, forcing me to clean up their messes…”

“…”

Doraemon was speechless—so this was how the Devil Fruit curse originated?

Aozaki Aoko: “Huh?”

Aozaki Aoko: “Doraemon, Itachi finally stopped being a lurking king?”

Aozaki Aoko: “So, when’s your wedding with Im?”

This Crown Magician had always been fascinated by Doraemon and Im’s situation.

If Doraemon could truly win over Im…

He’d become the first in the chat group to do so.

Compared to him, what are grassland heroes and undead knights? LOW as hell.

Uesugi Eri: “Huh? Is Uncle Doraemon getting married?”

Uesugi Eri: “Don’t worry, Uncle! On your wedding day, I’ll prepare a generous gift!”

He Xi: “Congratulations, Doraemon.”

He Xi: “Same here. When Itachi officially marry, I’ll give Itachi a generous gift just like Little Eri.”

He Xi: “…But Doraemon, I’m extremely curious about Im’s condition. Could Itachi ask your wife if she’d allow a paid examination?”

He Xi: “Don’t worry—I’ll pay a price worthy of Im’s value!”

My, this is a Star Soul evolving toward the Dao!

Across all realms and worlds, such a case is utterly unique—a priceless rarity that would drive countless scholars and scientists mad!