Chapter 221

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi grabbed Yu Weichao's arm and said, "The train's here."

"Where?" He couldn't even see the subway.

Chen Yi pointed ahead, dragging him into the carriage.

But in Yu Weichao's eyes, he was actually stepping into empty space, and moreover, the empty space kept moving forward.

The surroundings were like a world of stars, illusory to the point of dizziness.

"It's truly beautiful." At this moment, the tormented young man finally sparked a sliver of hope; perhaps the situation wasn't that bad after all.

Yu Weichao was a scientist; although both his PhDs were in politics, that didn't mean he understood politics but not science. On the contrary, he studied for a PhD in Politics, used the Physics Department's laboratory, and published incomprehensible papers. His social practice involved using meager chemical knowledge to produce suicide bombs and cocktails, then recruiting manpower, confirming targets, and executing targets.

If not for the purpose of building the motherland and joining the Human Development Research Society, he wouldn't have been willing to return from the Middle East. Yu Weichao wasn't afraid of supernatural phenomena; in his view, the supernatural was merely nature he couldn't yet understand.

In a stretch of void, inside the subway, Yu Weichao endured his body's soreness and numbness and slowly stood up. He stood straight, like a captain carrying all of humanity's expectations sailing toward a strange ocean.

"Where will we go?" His voice was light as a whisper.

"The West Continent." Chen Yi led him toward the second carriage section.

"Not on Earth, right? Earth doesn't need immigrants."

"Actually it's in Russia; Russia is desperately short of immigrants." Chen Yi cracked a joke.

Yu Weichao widened his eyes and said, "Then what am I standing on? Three-dimensional fantasy? Unless it's alien technology, don't even think about fooling me."

His waist straightened again, like a cooked lobster.

Chen Yi laughed heartily and said, "Do you believe there's life beyond Earth?"

"Of course; only those who understand the universe know how tiny Earth is." Yu Weichao spoke, then started panting, and added, "Those who truly understand the universe can conquer the universe. The Organization, or you — will you grant me this opportunity?"

The little lizard lay on Chen Yi's shoulder and grumbled, "Weak body; just a tiny bit of electric energy and he's done for, yet he wants to conquer the universe!"

Yu Weichao squeezed his eyes shut and looked fearfully at the four-legged creature on Chen Yi's shoulder.

"You can call me Apollo, or the Sun." The little lizard held its head high, like a lizard holding its head high.

Yu Weichao tightly closed his eyes; he had too many terrible memories, and the depth of memories isn't determined by time, but by their intensity.

"Keeping them closed is fine too." What Chen Yi saw was the carriage; the stars and such existed only on the first window. He handed Yu Weichao a bottle of 2nd Grade Energy Recovery Potion; the reason it was second grade was worry that too strong a tonic would kill the ship's only immigrant.

Yu Weichao rubbed the glass bottle he received, gulped it down, and still with eyes closed asked, "What is this?"

Chen Yi smiled faintly and said, "Energy Recovery Potion."

"Doesn't sound like a formal medicine name."

Chen Yi twitched his mouth corner, then asked, "You just said 'tiny'; you don't believe Earth is the unique darling of the universe, so do you believe you yourself are the unique... world's, God's darling?"

"I don't believe it." Yu Weichao shook his head wearily; the subway made him dizzy.

"Every genius believes they're a darling; why aren't you?" Chen Yi didn't stop; he needed to know what his first immigrant, first colonist, first colonial and immigration official thought, even if only to judge his psychological state later.

"Because I'm not a real genius." Yu Weichao smiled weakly and said, "To get my first PhD before age 15, I had to give up physics and study politics for two years; later I wanted to do physics again, but no school would take me, so I ended up at a research institute, then borrowed someone else's lab..."

He mocked himself: "Besides when I got my PhD and walked ahead of others, for the rest of my days I've been a failure, a loser. I can't even do physics experiments properly; to this day I've never published a single good article. If you must name my only achievement, it was gained in Arabia."

Chen Yi found it somewhat funny; what he valued in him was indeed terrorist potential, the same thing the Research Society valued. It seems Comrade Yu Weichao is at least quite clear about his own strengths.

All in all, not someone with a personality too terrible to endure, though he certainly is an anti-elite piece of bad goods.

"Alright, we're departing."

Chen Yi felt he'd asked enough, and stepped into the Light Gate.

Yu Weichao hugged his head tight, trembling nonstop.

That Mexican's performance wasn't much better either; Chen Yi, prepared beforehand, hoisted him up and stepped onto the West Continent's land.

Hot and humid air instantly invaded both their nasal cavities.

In the atmosphere, the oxygen content was heavy; this let the lungs' pressure ease comfortably, but the skin was certainly quite uncomfortable. Waist-high wormwood, or strange mysterious plants, added to the skin's suffering. Biological spores existed in the air at all times, like eternal willow catkins.

Yu Weichao looked up at the sky and happened to see a caterpillar flutter down; it waved its fuzz and semi-transparent wings, dancing desperately, yet still unfortunately fell to the ground — "plop" — splattering into yellowish thin liquid.

"Plop."

"Plop."

"Smack!"

The last sound could be called huge.

Yu Weichao stopped his itch-scratching hands, forced his eyes wide open to identify a massive sticky substance that had just appeared. This thing was like a swamp in the desert, drowning an unlucky gray rabbit — if that bared-teeth, earless animal was a rabbit.

"What's going on?"

"That's bird droppings." Chen Yi shrugged indifferently and said, "To keep their bodies light, birds must expel feces from their bodies at any time..."

"I know, but... how can it be this big? It'll drown this... rabbit." Yu Weichao could only use the word 'rabbit' to describe the creature struggling in the bird droppings, the size of a lamb.

Chen Yi pointed at the sky and said, "If it's a sauropod, 30 meters long, then it excreting a lump covering 1 cubic meter is normal, right?"

Only a few large predators hovered in the sky.

On the West Continent, the rights and territories among animals are extremely clear; whatever strength occupies whatever height — regarding birds, the largest birds must feed on ground creatures, so they fly lowest. While birds at extreme altitudes can only feed on other birds, so they're small and fierce.

The absence of sky-splitting, earth-covering thousands upon thousands of birds made Yu Weichao quite relieved; he laughed self-deprecatingly: "One falls into pine resin and becomes amber; a hare falls into shit — what should that be called?"

"Called flower rabbit." Chen Yi spread his hands and said, "Bird droppings are excellent fuel; natives bring discovered prey back, then bury the rabbit and bird droppings together in soil and burn them; when the droppings finish burning, the rabbit is cooked. By the way, I call it the Gulu Rabbit."

Yu Weichao was so disgusted saliva flowed down: "Really?"

Chen Yi laughed.

The Light Gate moved forward, quickly passing through a mountain pass — practically drilling out of the mountains. Though it was a lush shrub forest landscape, the scenery was truly monotonous. Relatively speaking, Chen Yi preferred shorter plants; they felt a bit more like Earth.

Amidst the strange phenomenon, once the novelty wears off, one longs to see familiar sights.

Yu Weichao, disregarding his whole-body soreness, kept observing his surroundings, occasionally pulling out his mobile phone to record.

Chen Yi paid him no mind; the West Continent's electromagnetic world was clean as a toilet licked by a tongue — not even a shortwave radio existed, so the mobile phone could only serve as a game console.

"Heavens! This is a prehistoric environment. Those are ferns, 30-meter-tall ferns — this place is even more primitive than the Cretaceous."

"The natives here aren't primitive." Chen Yi now found it somewhat hard to judge whether the West Continent and the Saint Qiao Kingdom were truly in the same spacetime, but that wasn't something to consider right now. To him, whether it was one place or two, there would only be benefits.

Yu Weichao kept exclaiming in admiration; Chen Yi grabbed him and pulled him up, saying: "You're not a biologist, you're an administrator, a colonist..."

"A terrorist?" Yu Weichao laughed heartily, like a devotee of a suicide attack; he raised his neck high and shouted: "I'll learn, oh heavens, I like it here."

"That's for the best. From today on, you'll see many, many magical items — don't find it too strange." As Chen Yi spoke, he put the little lizard down.

The latter rapidly transformed into a Raptor, taking 20 minutes.

"Speed got faster again?" Chen Yi praised, then stood up and got in the vehicle.

Yu Weichao's tongue nearly fell out in surprise.

"Big change living car?"

"Get in." Chen Yi didn't conceal it at all. The current West Continent was like an exile land; developing it wasn't a matter of one or two days — without giving Yu Weichao resources, without giving him information, things definitely couldn't be accomplished.

Yu Weichao desperately tried to drill backward; although it wasn't a Santana, he still recognized that little lizard all the same.

Chen Yi hauled him onto the rear seat, didn't drive himself either, and let the little lizard run on its own.

The pickup truck rushed all the way toward Yun Village.

Fortunately this stretch of road had been traveled by transport beasts, so the little lizard could barely pass. This was also thanks to its Pocket Qi Level 3 strength; if a real Raptor came, ten out of ten would sink into unknown sticky liquid.

The pickup truck's fierce posture likewise shook the Yun Village people.

But it was merely curiosity.

Young people all gathered around, touching the pickup truck's hard shell, asking: "What beast is this?"

"Sound so strange!"

"Look here, look here, cargo capacity not bad." This one was pointing at the cargo bed.

"Where can one catch this kind of beast?"

After eating konjac, Chen Yi answered with a grin, not the slightest impatience. Toward natives one must be like toward pets — patient, meticulous education lets them grow strong, adding bricks and tiles to the West Continent's prosperity.

Yu Weichao couldn't understand what they were saying; after a while he couldn't help asking: "Although I know four foreign languages, relearning one would probably take a period of time."

Chen Yi tossed him a konjac, saying: "Eat it, and you'll understand."

Yu Weichao ate the konjac as if facing martyrdom, then like a failed KMT officer gaped in astonishment: "This thing could make the United Nations lay off 50%."

"Your mission is to build the West Continent into a place more harmonious than the United Nations... hmm, harmony after violence is allowed."

"Just me alone?"

"In a few days, I'll send you one with comparatively high martial value."