Chapter 850: with translation of chapter title

Sitting in the spacious aircraft seat, Lin An half-closed his eyes, gazing thoughtfully at his system panel.

Not long after the fighter jet took off, he completed his first celestial communication.

I don't know whether it was because his mental strength was insufficient, or because on the ground he was too far from space.

As a result, after coming out of the trial, he only now succeeded in 'capturing' a meteorite.

Of course, it could also be space junk resembling a meteorite...

Star Caller Suit; meteorite generic skip

If he activated the Meteor Strike skill, Lin An even wondered whether this thing would burn up completely upon entering the atmosphere.

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Star Caller Suit (already); Third Rank

Communicating with a true celestial body consumes an enormous amount of mental power.

Especially when, out of curiosity, he tried to contact a larger orbiting comet, the sudden suction almost sucked him dry.

Fortunately, the effect of increasing all attributes by +1 each month quickly took effect as soon as he established the connection.

Having to say, these free attributes are just awesome.

+1 per month, 12 points a year, totaling 48 points across all attributes.

Just the sheer abnormality of this effect is enough to make countless survivors jealous to the point of vomiting blood.

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In the spacious cabin, Zhang Tie jumped up and down, rummaging everywhere, annoying the drowsy Mo Ling so much she wished the blood corpses traveling with them would bite him twice.

Lin Dui

"Holy shit, there's even a fridge?!"

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, the energetic Zhang Tie surprisingly uncovered a pile of drinks, then suddenly discovered that the cabin also had a bathroom and a lounge.

Opening the half-person-tall double-door fridge, fragrant spiritual-energy fruits filled the fresh-keeping compartment.

Both upper and lower layers were packed with top-grade ingredients.

Spirit Energy Fighter

Besides the essential weapons and ammunition loaded beneath the fuselage, the originally reserved cargo area had been turned into something like a business first-class cabin, decorated extraordinarily luxuriously.

"God damn... this is decadent..."

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Xiong Hanzi stood at the rear cabin's pressure door, staring blankly at a large bed.

The separated lounge was done up like a presidential suite, even fitted with a temperature-regulating ice crystal.

Judging by the fluctuations emanating from that item, it could likely serve as a trump card for an ordinary ice-affinity Awakened One in battle.

If he weren't aware he was on a fighter jet, he might even think he was at some holiday hotel.

Hearing the sound, Lin An also glanced sideways; fully immersed in the communication, he hadn't noticed that the interior of this spiritual-energy fighter jet was actually so luxurious.

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Watching Zhang Tie pull out a set of pajamas from the shower, he then clicked open the projected movie with a clack.

Only then did Lin An realize that, if he wished, he could probably take a shower and rest on this fighter jet, then enjoy a nice meal.

High-Strength Crystal Lens

The cabin's projector slowly descended, playing music stored in the database.

One has to say, the people responsible for building the fighter jet really put in a lot of effort, trying to 'curry favor' with him.

Even the separated bathroom had its vanity table fixed with various high-end perfumes and body washes.

It likely came from a luxury boutique counter in Linjiang City.

In the apocalypse, being able to reach this level truly counts as extreme decadence.

Compared to most survivors for whom mere survival is a problem, everything he enjoys is enough to make people jealous to the point of madness.

However, Lin An didn't really have any thoughts about it.

He isn't overly concerned with pleasure, but he isn't an ascetic either.

He merely felt that using some system equipment and props just for enjoyment was indeed somewhat wasteful.

He remembered that in his past life, a single white-quality item was enough to spark a fight among Awakened Ones.

Moreover, just from what he saw, the lighting inside the spiritual-energy fighter jet was probably all crystal props with healing effects.

Cabin Hanging Window

With his eyes closed in contemplation, a voice from the Second Will suddenly sounded in his mental space:

（"How come you're increasingly feeling that the pleasure brought by power is making you a bit lost?"）

Opening his eyes, Lin An silently gazed at the clouds flashing past outside the skylight, then gave a slight shake of his head:

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"Just... a bit lost."

I don't know if it's because he's been interacting with the Second Will more and more often, but he's grown accustomed to its occasional appearances.

After responding lightly, Lin An, as he said, continued to check the updated missions of the Savior System.

Supernatural Path: Strengthening (Continuous Task)

Savior promoted to Third Rank Advanced

"Mission reward: 20 spiritual energy points."

Mission Penalty: After the mission completion time exceeds three calendar months, deprive the Savior template, deprive the extreme value reward, deduct 50% from all attributes!

"Next stage mission: Metamorphosis"

"Mission requirements:???"

After the trial, the Savior System updated the mission after a long absence.

Unlike previous mission punishments, Lin An sensed an inexplicable meaning from the description of that deprivation template.

The Savior System seems to have always been eager to become stronger.

But unlike before, any failure leads to immediate erasure.

The current punishment is undoubtedly much milder.

Does this mean my existence is no longer insignificant to the system?

No wonder he thinks that way.

After exposure to system permissions and that suspected fourth-rank giant eye, Lin An keenly realized what role the Savior System might be playing.

Perhaps it's exactly what I and Chu An speculated.

The Savior System is actually a virus hidden within the system.

But what secret lies behind that? Only when I become strong enough can I uncover the truth.

In contemplation, the Second Will spoke again:

"What are you confused about?"

"Are you confused about the path ahead?"

After closing the panel, Lin An hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

That's right.

In three months, promoting to third-rank senior should be theoretically possible; the only difficulty is finding mutants.

But the problem is, his true confusion lies in the fact that after promoting to third rank, he can no longer see his future path.

Memories from my past life are now completely useless.

A small amount of third-rank information, catastrophes, and invasion times from YiKongjian... apart from the latter, these have already occurred.

Theoretically, no one in the world is stronger than him.

This means that if he wants to progress further, he must find his own path.

To be honest, Lin An knows nothing about how to advance to the fourth rank, or even what the fourth rank actually is, and no one could tell him.

This feeling of confusion is like a traveler lost in fog, unable to see ahead.

After a moment of silence, the Second Will softly replied:

"Perhaps you can try starting from the SSS-rank skill rewarded by the system."

"Huh?"

Lin An blinked slightly, not fully grasping the Second Will's meaning.

Without hesitation, the Second Will chuckled lightly:

"Don't you think the intensity of the death calamity is a bit strange?"

"An SSS-rank skill's actual effect at third rank is pathetically weak..."

"Or rather, it doesn't match its rank."

"Although it seems that in the later stages, the terror of this technique knows no limits, enough to destroy a continent or even end the world. In fact, the Star Summoner Set can achieve similar effects."

"So, is there something wrong with this?"

As soon as the words fell,

In an instant.

Outside the hanging window, vast expanses of dark Wu Yun clouds dimmed the light inside the cabin.

Inside the cockpit, Yun Tian, who had merged with the psychic fighter, suddenly shouted in a tense voice:

"Lin Dui!"

"On our flight path, a huge amount of thunderstorms suddenly appeared!"

"Boom!!"

Lightning flashes and thunder.

In the dense, heavy clouds, a silver lightning dragon flashed by.

Under strong air currents, the fuselage shook violently.

Inside the cockpit, Yun Tian, straining to adjust the flight attitude, couldn't help but curse quietly.

"Holy crap! He clearly observed the clouds along the route; they were perfectly fine just a moment ago!"

"This thunderstorm is clearly not naturally generated!"

At an altitude of seventeen thousand meters, the black fighter jet flying at high speed seemed like a swallow that had fallen into the center of the storm.