Chapter 192

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi's fossil purchases went increasingly smoothly, yet the fossils' effects grew weaker and weaker.

Two consecutive purchases each raised Gene Completion by only 1%; the third time there wasn't even a response. Combined with prior experience, 50% appeared to be a bottleneck.

Recalling the stone screen's peculiarity, Chen Yi decisively moved it to the Subway Station. That fossils could raise Gene Completion at all was discovered only through trial. Fundamentally, if not fossils, could Gene Completion be raised? By normal reasoning, perhaps it could — just not convenient for unlimited attempts. Daily fixed Subway trips, plus limited carrying capacity, and countless vital supplies that had to be brought along.

Even if you gave him a Space Ring of several thousand square meters now, he could fill it up every time.

The stone screen revealed its extraordinary nature; since the Perception Scroll couldn't determine its age, that instead indicated its relevance.

The Subway arrived on time.

Chen Yi hoisted the stone screen with force. The thing was huge and heavy, at least several thousand catties, like a small cannon.

The Subway Platform Door lit up in an instant.

Chen Yi's complexion flushed red at once. He carried no fossils or other special items on him; the door's response was entirely for the screen.

"You old thing finally found something you're willing to eat."

Chen Yi muttered to himself, pushing the screen inside. Days ago he'd thrown at least two or three million worth of fossils into the Subway Platform Door for nothing — not even a sound. If the Subway were a pig, it'd be the pig with the worst feed conversion rate, the kind you'd have to cull from the purebred herd. Too bad there's only this one pig in the world; take it or leave it, it doesn't care.

The glass above the door flashed once; the solid completion number — firm as an otaku's buttocks — gave a slight jump.

The lights inside the Subway fluctuated in a chaotic wave.

Chen Yi grabbed the nearest handrail in surprise, feeling a faint vibration underfoot.

On the glass, the 50% figure began jumping again, leaping straight to 65% in one go.

Chen Yi chuckled darkly: Looks like the old Subway master ate quite satisfactorily.

The Platform Door whooshed open.

The Second Carriage had four doors on each side. Now, the left side respectively represented doors to Paris, France; New York, United States; and Solnhofen, Germany — only one door remained dark.

Meanwhile, the first door on the right side lit up strangely — strange because he subconsciously believed the Subway would light up each door sequentially in order.

Chen Yi gathered his Spirit, flexed his joints twice, and lightly tapped that door.

No map popped up; the door opened immediately.

A massive force struck; a flash of black and white, his body light then heavy, and he arrived at a new location.

Though slightly different, Chen Yi didn't panic; he slowly opened his eyes, enveloping himself in 30 centimeters thick Battle Qi.

He saw a stretch of emerald green; several coconut trees dozens of meters tall swayed their buttocks or heads; lower down, dense shrubs grew excessively lush; before him a white rock swayed...

A swaying rock?

Chen Yi alertly raised his head, but the sight before him blanked his mind in an instant.

What damn swaying rock — that was clearly the massive bucktooth of a colossal beast.

Chen Yi judged with absolute certainty that its cavities were surely large enough to serve as his cave.

The beast watched him deeply with eyes half a person's height in diameter, its teeth continuing to gnaw shrubs.

Geopark trip meets volcanic eruption; rural teaching meets peasant riot; prison life experience meets lost archives...

Chen Yi silently recited life's three misfortunes, squeezing his brows and rolling his eyes as he shifted his body.

A beast this massive shouldn't feed on mammals, right? He comforted himself so, trying to edge out of its line of sight.

The maneuver succeeded completely.

In the beast's eyes, 100-plus catties of meat probably equated to a single insect among thousands of catties of green leaves; if the insect leaves voluntarily, the eater won't sternly refuse.

"%%%%%" A string of bizarre speech startled Chen Yi.

He instantly flooded his Battle Qi to 50 centimeters thickness, then saw a man in wide-sleeved robes. The man had a green cloth wrapped around his head, gesturing with hands and feet while babbling something...

Below Body Technique Level 2.

Chen Yi judged instantly, and felt far more at ease.

If he'd run into a Kingdom Knight right out the door, he absolutely wouldn't say a word — just turn and retreat through the Light Gate.

There should be a Light Gate to go back, right?

Chen Yi twisted his head to look; he genuinely couldn't be sure.

Behind the green-headcloth man stood tall wooden stakes, at least 20 meters high, just blocking at the giant beast's belly level. The stakes encircled the area; at least three of the shrub-eating beasts were inside — "strips" used because on Earth, things as big as ships are conventionally counted in strips.

"Where is this?" Chen Yi guessed he'd ten-out-of-ten arrived somewhere like the Holy Qiao Kingdom, but the language differed, making communication impossible.

The green-headcloth man smiled, reached out and pointed at his leather shoes.

"You want them?" Chen Yi took them off.

The other nodded.

Nodding should mean agreement, right? Chen Yi thought wildly, placing the shoes a little in front of himself.

A fist-sized sweet potato was handed to Chen Yi.

The green-headcloth made an eating gesture. Simultaneously, curiously picking up his leather shoes, rubbing them left and right, even biting down hard with his teeth to observe the leather's performance under pressure.

Italian calfskin casual shoes demonstrated their proper caliber at this moment — after withstanding two violent bites, they punctured.

Still, the other played with high spirits, seemingly not minding the ruined shoes.

Chen Yi subconsciously scanned his surroundings, feeling this place desolate like a medieval town — specifically, a place with only a few buildings, like a small village in a game.

This place probably doesn't produce Unit 731.

He swallowed the sweet potato in two bites.

"Konjac, can understand, speak." The green-headcloth spoke fluently, but by the time it reached the ears it became disjointed Translation.

"Such an amazing thing?" Admiration was only natural.

"No, amazing."

Chen Yi laughed heartily, thinking to himself, this is finally a civilized region.

He asked again: "Where is this?"

"It is the West Continent." The speaker was not a native, but the Ya Long Big Pineapple that had crawled out of Chen Yi's sleeve.

This fellow stretched its arms and legs seriously, as if waking up, and said: "Before you are commonly used livestock, called Transport Beasts, each weighing over 30 tons."

The current little lizard, after all, was a little lizard who had read books and learned. His body and soul were both grasped in Chen Yi's hands; regarding the mystery of the Magic Subway, he did not have curiosity befitting his Intelligence Quotient.

In the Ya Long's Inheritance, there were all sorts of wondrous matters.

Green Crystal was also there ya-ya-ing: "Ma La City."

Judging by the state of his clothing, calling him a native was not wronging him in the slightest.

"Is there danger?" Chen Yi asked the little lizard.

The latter stood on its hind legs, both hands holding his ears, and immediately said: "A village of 30-some people, no danger."

Chen Yi let out a light breath of relief.

Thinking back now, the little lizard was a Ya Long-class monster beast no matter what; although lacking competitiveness in size, it was ultimately a treasure in a national-level war, not a small animal found just anywhere.

The Konjac was estimated to be the lowest-grade product; its effect lost function after thirty minutes.

However, relying on this period of time, Chen Yi had also more or less figured out the environment he was in.

This place was the West Continent, separated from the Holy Qiao Kingdom by a surging sea, almost unable to be the same. The local residents, including the Green Crystal man Yun Wu, also knew nothing of this name.

As for Yun Village where the locals resided, it was merely a pastoral village supplying Ma La City's needs; the whole village had 5 households, 38 people, raising 20-some Transport Beasts, providing sand and gravel from the nearby river, and wood from the mountains for Ma La City — whether dredging sand or logging work, it was all carried out by other villages; the division of labor and cooperation among all parties seemed to have existed for many years.

From Yun Village to Ma La City, one had to walk about 5 hours, and moreover could only depart at dawn and return at dusk; it was said the city walls there were so tall they exceeded the Transport Beasts' necks.

Roughly estimating, that was at least 40 meters in height.

Chen Yi had gathered enough information, politely declined Yun Wu and his old man's dinner invitation, and like the other people in the village, they were all honest half-herdsmen, at most Body Technique Level 3 standard; their threat extent was far less than those physically fit Transport Beasts.

Feigning stepping onto the road to Ma La City, he did not reveal too much information; the other party was very used to this practice, after all it was a pastoral village, they had seen no few merchants from all directions, just looking at them purchasing Konjac one could understand.

The road outside the village basically belonged to the trampled-out kind; clumsy Transport Beasts coming and going daily naturally opened up a transport path.

Not far out of Yun Village, Chen Yi secretly turned back again.

Compared to a lone adventurer's tale, he still liked Earth with its highways.

The Light Gate, stably remained in a corner of Yun Village.

The discomfort of crossing vanished in an instant, making Chen Yi deeply nostalgic for a good while.

He hurriedly left Subway Section Two, then waited for it to stop at the Holy Qiao Kingdom.

Amidst congratulatory voices, Chen Yi busily threw out the bit of perfume he carried, and asked: "Timothy, West Continent, how much do you know?"

"West Continent? Perhaps there are some in the classics."

"How long ago were the classics?"

"1000 years ago, ba." Timothy could not even be certain. He had lived long enough, but that was only a hundred-some years.

"Forget it." Chen Yi waved his hand, eager to return: "Let's leave it at that for today, I still have some matters to handle."

The Subway started up accordingly.

In anxious anticipation, Chen Yi returned to Jiangning Station.

The center of Binjiang Road, fermented automobile exhaust, fresh to the point of intoxication.

"Got a death wish?" The Taxi Driver passing through the intersection angrily scolded.

Chen Yi smiled, took out a Konjac and a tree branch from his pocket.

The Konjac was exchanged with a coat, the tree branch was casually picked, no qualitative change, no quantitative change.

He took a deep breath, suddenly having a kind of religious happiness.

The Lord's flock is about to expand.

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