Chapter 85: I Drink, You Pay, Burp

{The Administrator may submit one suggestion to the chat group to add a feature.}

{During their term, the Administrator may retain a cross-world portal for an extended period, with group members’ consent, until the term ends.}

{Administrator, please follow the group entry notice and contribute to harmonious exchanges between worlds, fostering peace among us and benefiting countless realms.}

{The monthly fixed Administrator bonus has been sent. Please collect it promptly.}

What the hell? Divine will buff, suggestion submission, fixed Administrator bonus?

Su Lin stepped out of his divine realm, no need for a cross-world talisman—he simply retracted Water Mirror Peak and returned to his own world.

The other Lu Mingfei and the half-breeds had already left.

Fuck.

The Gang wind whipped against his face; he’d nearly forgotten the last time he’d left from ten thousand meters up.

He stumbled into empty air, paused mid-flight, and became a streak of light vanishing into the night.

He casually picked a valley thick with vegetation to study the Divine Will buff.

When he returned to this world, he’d felt something off—his will had gained a new, ineffable permission.

It felt like something had been added to his mind.

Hm.

Su Lin clutched his head, feeling strange—he couldn’t comprehend it, no, not that he couldn’t comprehend, just that accepting it was slightly slow.

Like someone who’d swum for a long time in water, struggling to stand on shore.

So he summoned his Divine Light avatar and pulled himself up.

So that’s how it is.

It’s essentially a buff state.

Under Divine Will buff, he could channel world-force his body could withstand.

Natural disasters—storms, lightning, tsunamis, earthquakes, meteorites—could be summoned with a single thought.

The most mystical part: under Divine Will buff, whatever you wished for would trend positively, while negative events would be avoided or minimized by probability.

But only within this world—leave your own world, and the effect vanishes.

It’s like being at home: you’re the emperor, the world-mother loves you, won’t let others harass you.

Step outside this world, and you enter society—the world-mother can’t help you so much anymore.

“Like a year-long Quanshuiwudigua ?” Su Lin muttered.

He told his groupmates about his Administrator permissions.

Ye Fan: “I regret it. I demand a re-vote.”

Xiao Yan: “+1”

Klein: “+1”

Su Lin: “I get the feeling this isn’t the same for everyone.”

He shared the chat group’s prompt with the others.

Zhongli: “So this is actually your world granting you something, not the chat group directly bestowing it.”

Zhongli: “Interesting.”

Xiao Yan: “Does world consciousness even exist?”

Han Li: “Perhaps ‘Heaven’s Dao’ describes it more accurately.”

Emiya Shirou: “Similar to the suppression force in our world?”

He recalled the story background he’d seen—the planet’s suppression force.

Su Lin: “Far beyond a planetary suppression force. Though your world’s planetary will can erase worldlines—that’s insane—you could call it the will of the universe.”

Su Lin: “I even feel that if I could endure it, I could replicate an identical Earth in the sky.”

Some group members began wondering what their own worlds would grant them if they became Administrator.

Only Klein remained silent.

‘Won’t this disturb the Primordial’s sleep…’ Klein thought.

Lu Mingfei: “What’s the Administrator bonus?”

As a member, he only got three cross-world talismans per month—honestly, he had more than he could use; each trip to another world lasted months, and he’d stockpiled extras.

Su Lin: “{Image}”

Ye Fan: “What’s this? Black iron?”

It was a tiny black cube, no bigger than a fingernail, its surface smooth as a mirror.

Su Lin: “Creation Gold. Absorbing it grants extremely rare Creation Force. Of course, this amount is definitely insufficient.”

Zhongli: “Still not bad—if accumulated over thousands of years, the returns are considerable.”

Lu Mingfei: “By common rationality, yes.”

Lu Mingfei: “This clearly looks like a game’s orange-tier item—small quantity, but collect enough, and you can exchange it for a top-tier skill or weapon.”

Xiao Yan: “@Su Lin, want me to test it for you?”

Su Lin: “Thanks, I’ll pass.”

Luffy: “I don’t understand any of this. My head’s spinning.”

Su Lin: “No problem, I’ll call you when the banquet starts.”

Luffy: “Yay!”

Su Lin planned to treat the chat group to a fine meal to celebrate. Though he knew the Divine Will buff would likely go to waste, as the first Administrator, he owed them thanks.

While time flow hadn’t synced yet, a group meal wouldn’t interfere with anyone’s world affairs.

Spend 800 points on a 32-inch Vatican Scripture cake, and another 3000 points on a bottle of Drunken Immortal Wine.

{Drunken Immortal Wine}: Two-liter bottle of immortal liquor. To immortals, it merely causes mild intoxication—excellent taste, offers negligible help to cultivation. But to cultivators who haven’t become immortals, it’s an exceptional spiritual elixir. —Li Changge: Drinking harms health; know your limits. Sigh, is this my junior sister’s or senior sister’s undergarment?

{Vatican Scripture Cake}: Cake base made from dragon-blood wheat and phoenix eggs, cream from Latis mother-cow colostrum, sanctified by five hundred clerics’ prayers. Topped with 108 varieties of fruit: Holy Essence Fruit, Pearl Moon Plum, Wind-Speaking Orange, etc. Effects: Enhances cultivation speed, restores spiritual energy and physical strength, removes curses, grants blessings… (52 other effects omitted). —Eat one slice to clear fatigue, two to look ten years younger, three and you’ll reach Saint rank.

Su Lin projected Water Mirror Peak above the valley and invited the group.

Su Lin: “Good stuff. Come quick.”

Su Lin: “Miss this chance, and you’ll never find it again.”

Not long after

Shhh—shhh—shhh—

Several portals flared open; people arrived one by one on Water Mirror Peak. Though little time had passed since their last departure, all had changed.

Su Lin grinned: “Immortal wine? Want some tonight?”

The next instant, his smile vanished—he saw Ye Fan pull out the Cauldron of Primordial Qi, and his face dropped.

“What are you standing there for? Pour it.” Ye Fan urged.

Xiao Yan patted his body—couldn’t find any decent-sized “cup.” “Can I just pack it in my storage bag?”