Chapter 345: The Game Staking the Future

The thought took root in his heart, growing wildly and uncontrollably.

Brother Ming Hou felt this plan was entirely feasible.

According to information on the Star Web, the recruitment of players by High-Dimensional Gods is limited to the tiny world of Earth.

But there are no requirements regarding the life structure of living beings, racial abilities, or strength levels.

Whether carbon-based life or silicon-based life, whether flesh and blood or energy aggregates, as long as they are within Earth's physical borders and possess a binding identity number of the Earth Alliance, they can apply through the Monster World official website to obtain player status.

Therefore, by joining the Earth Alliance as a member of the Descending Race, theoretically, after obtaining an identity code, he would enjoy equal rights.

This thought made Brother Ming Hou's heart (his Painful Minghun Core) pound.

He never expected that an opportunity dreamed of by countless races could be acquired in this small world through a loophole.

As long as he succeeds, he will obtain the power authority bestowed by the High-Dimensional Gods.

The Painful Painful Minghun Library, Territory Rules, Player Shangcheng, Immortality... and various powerful functions still being rolled out subsequently.

In comparison, his Fate Race relies on nothing but the Fate Rules.

Even exchanging a Ban Shen Jing cultivation for it would be worth it.

One is weak in the early stages but possesses a future of infinite possibilities.

The other, though at the Ban Shen Jing realm, still struggles to survive in the Monster World.

Which is stronger? Obviously, the Player Camp representing the future has more potential.

The two cannot even be compared in the same dimension; the gap in mechanisms across all aspects is too great.

But the Earth Alliance has always joined in the form of a race; relying solely on himself, his strength is sufficient, but the scale of his race is clearly insufficient.

Negotiating from a standpoint of strength is likely unfeasible.

At that time, what he might face is the Star Web itself.

Although it is merely an artificially created intelligent life form, behind it stand the High-Dimensional Gods.

Negotiating with strength is purely a suicidal act.

He now needs to return quickly to lead a group of his people here.

But there is a problem here.

How to make his people willingly follow him to Earth, settle there permanently, and become residents of this place.

Directly revealing the truth is undoubtedly the most straightforward method.

His people, once knowing the truth, would not even need his request; they would decisively agree, even willing to sacrifice the strength they had struggled hard to gain.

But the problem is, the will of the High-Dimensional Gods does not permit the secrets of Earth to spread outside.

Does his act of informing his people carry the possibility of angering the High-Dimensional Gods?

Huge risks exist here.

One wrong step, and instead of becoming a player, he would drag the entire Fate Race into paying the price for his mistake.

Becoming a player is indeed stepping onto a path to the heavens.

But now he stands at a dangerous crossroads; how to choose is crucial.

Every choice could trigger a chain reaction.

The will of the High-Dimensional Gods is hard to fathom; only one thing can be certain: any attempt to leak Earth's secrets could invite a devastating strike.

As thoughts surged, Brother Ming Hou thought of a way.

Perhaps he could explain it to his people using the method of "Fate Revelation."

As a Fate Apostle, the Fate Race believes: everything is the arrangement of fate.

And the Fate Revelation is a concrete guidance given to the Fate Race by the Fate Rules.

In the history of the Fate Race, it has appeared only once.

It was when the previous Great Fate Lord, while choosing the future direction, received the Fate Revelation.

Following the guidance of the revelation, the entire Fate Race migrated from their resource-exhausted homeland world, descended into the Monster World, and began the path of climbing to the peak.

During that period, the Fate Race clashed with the descending forces of various races on the Pale Continent.

The Great Fate Lord perished during that stage.

The new Great Fate Lord inherited the previous one's will and led the Fate Race to heights never before reached.

But apart from the previous Great Fate Lord, no member of the Fate Race has yet received a Fate Revelation.

Therefore, he can completely disguise himself as having received a revelation from the Fate Rules, informing his people that he has discovered a path to a higher level.

In this way, he can guide his people to believe that migrating to Earth is the arrangement of fate.

Once they obtain Earth Alliance identities, the problems and risks will no longer exist.

By that time, if the High-Dimensional Gods have not yet descended divine punishment, it means they tacitly approve their joining.

Becoming a player means becoming a war pawn in the hands of the High-Dimensional Gods henceforth, counting as a member of the High-Dimensional God system.

Thus, there is no need to worry about his people knowing the truth.

A bold plan gradually took shape in his mind.

"That's the plan."

With his thoughts clarified, Brother Ming Hou suddenly thrust the bone staff in his hand into the ground.

But this strike did not pierce the floor; instead, it raised layers of spreading ripples on the floor. Invisible energy began to tear space, generating a twisted spatial rift.

Brother Ming Hou took one last look at the sleeping orange cat and the white-haired girl in the game pod, then his form turned into a black evil wind and dove into the spatial rift.

Cangxing Continent, Liehou Valley (Sha Feng Valley).

This place was once the homeland of the Fate Race, a piece of origin land they brought from their homeland world.

A game of strategy between the current Great Fate Lord and the Reverse Tide God once caused the Fate Race to be sealed underground.

Only until recently was it completely unsealed.

And the source land of this homeland world had long since fallen to the Reverse Tide Legion, renamed: Crack-Throat Valley.

A Level Five training camp of the Reverse Tide Legion is stationed here.

Facing this outcome, Brother Ming Hou, like other members of the Fate Clan, chose to accept fate.

This is the price of their failed gamble, and also the choice granted by Fate.

At this moment, Brother Ming Hou transformed into a vicious wind, drilling out of the spatial rift, piercing straight into the earth, reaching three thousand meters deep underground.

The instant the vicious wind broke through the rock layers, silver-gray light flooded Brother Ming Hou's vision like a tide.

Thousands of pure white Fate Pillars rose from the ground, their shafts wrapped in flowing silver mist, weaving a massive three-dimensional star map within the underground space.

Suspended atop each pillar was a crystallized star, illuminating the entire underground space as if it were day.

On the outer perimeter of the clan lands, twelve arched bridges extended outward.

The bridge bodies were woven from semi-transparent energy threads; with every step upward, ripples like water waves would spread.

Standing on both sides of the bridge were massive mirror bodies; what they reflected was not reality, but every branch of fate choices throughout the Fate Clan's history.

Crossing the great bridge, Brother Ming Hou looked up at the dome of the underground space.

Suspended there was an inverted silver city; this was the miniature of the Fate Clan's homeland world, and also the new clan lands.

Star sand like a waterfall poured down from the city's base, yet before hitting the ground, it turned into points of light rising again, forming an unceasing cycle of light here.

Splash!

Brother Ming Hou's vicious wind body swept past the star sand waterfall, startling a flock of "Fate Observers" nesting within the light curtain.

These silver-crane-shaped creatures spread their semi-transparent wings; they were manifestations of rule-derived energy created by the Great Fate Lord, responsible for recording fate fluctuations in every corner of the clan lands.

Just as he was preparing to head to the Fate Great Hall, a voice sounded beside his ear:

"Brother Ming Hou!"

The old voice echoed through the underground space.

A silver mirror on the inverted city flipped, revealing the Great Fate Lord's blurred figure.

He sat upright on a Wang Zuo cast from rule-derived energy of Fate.

Floating in his palm was precisely the source of the Fate Rules: a cube-shaped Rubik's Cube.

"Great Fate Lord, I have returned."

Brother Ming Hou nodded respectfully, then raised a hand to touch the position between his brows, showing his reverence.

Although he was one of the twelve Fate Lords of the Fate Clan, he and the Great Fate Lord were not born in the same era.

The Great Fate Lord came from the homeland world and was one of the pioneers who followed the previous Great Fate Lord to migrate to the Monster World.

But he was born in the Monster World and had never seen the homeland with his own eyes.

In his eyes, the current Great Fate Lord was both a leader and an elder and teacher.

"It seems you have given up pursuing the Fate Chips."

The Fate Rules in the Great Fate Lord's hand slowly rotated:

"Then, has this return decided to fully obey Fate's arrangement?"

Expressions shifted on Brother Ming Hou's silver mist mask, finally settling into a serious expression:

"Great Fate Lord, I request to convene: the Heavenly Fate Pavilion Council."

The Heavenly Fate Pavilion Council was the highest-level meeting of the Fate Clan, discussing major events affecting the future development direction of the Fate Clan.

Hearing these words, the Great Fate Lord appeared somewhat surprised.

The blurred face peered deeply at Brother Ming Hou through the mirror surface, then slowly nodded:

"It seems you have made a major discovery; then so be it."

Without asking for reasons, the Great Fate Lord chose to trust Brother Ming Hou's judgment.

As the Great Fate Lord nodded in agreement, the entire underground space suddenly trembled.

Thousands of Fate Pillars lit up with silver radiance simultaneously; the crystallized stars atop the pillars pulsed like breathing.

The star sand waterfall rolled upward, forming a brilliant galaxy scene at the dome.

Dong~!

A distant bell sound came from deep within the inverted city; the mirror bodies on the twelve arched bridges simultaneously turned toward the center, their surfaces rippling with water-like light patterns.

The Observers nesting in the light curtain flapped their wings in unison, their silver feathers weaving an ancient Fate Rune in the air.

"The Fate Lord returns to his position."

The Great Fate Lord's voice echoed through the clan lands space; then the Fate Rules in his hand automatically decomposed, transforming into twelve streams of light flying to various places.

One of them fell into Brother Ming Hou's hand, becoming a silver token engraved with a pattern of the homeland world.

The space trembled; twelve jade platforms appeared in the air, arranged in a circle.

Each jade platform was carved with totems of different branches.

The totem of the branch where Brother Ming Hou belonged was a creature named "Dragon Sparrow" from the homeland world.

Just then, the jade platform representing the Great Fate Lord condensed in the center; above it, a scroll-like shadow resembling parchment material slowly unfurled.

This was the "Heavenly Fate Register" recording the history of the Fate Clan.

Every progress of the Fate Clan's Heavenly Fate Pavilion Council would be recorded in detail within it.

Eleven spatial rifts appeared in the sky.

Fate Lords from other branches, summoned by the Great Fate Lord, descended across space, appearing one after another upon the jade platforms.

There was an old man with white hair holding a star chart, a cultivator in the guise of a youth carrying a massive coffin, and a hazy figure shrouded in light mist... They all wore silver masks, with insignias representing the Fate Lords flashing on their foreheads.

The differences in appearance were related to the Fate Clan's system structure.

Every member of the Fate Clan was a gambling merchant wandering outside.

Different information and environments led to different branches of the Fate Clan, and even members of the same lineage could have completely different attire.

Brother Ming Hou took a deep breath at this moment and flew to the jade platform belonging to him.

The instant he stepped onto the jade platform, the totem beneath his feet lit up, and a beam of light shot skyward, connecting with the starry river on the dome.

The figure of the Great Fate Lord appeared on the central jade platform right behind.

With a wave of his sleeves, the Book of Heavenly Fate moved without wind; countless golden characters floated up from the scroll, forming a long scroll of the Fate Clan's history in the air.

"Since the last meeting of the Heavenly Fate Pavilion ended, 394 star-orbit cycles have passed." The Great Fate Lord's voice carried the weight of crossing history; after his gaze swept over the Fate Lords present, he continued:

"Today we resume the pavilion meeting. I hope all you Fate Lords remember the ancestors' admonitions and carefully judge the clan's fate."

All the Fate Lords nodded and raised their hands simultaneously. Twelve silver lights converged in the air, finally transforming into a huge illusory image of a Fate Wheel, slowly rotating above everyone's heads.

Brother Ming Hou felt the Fate Power boiling within his body, knowing that every word he spoke next could change the future of the entire clan.

At this moment, the Great Fate Lord cast a glance:

"This pavilion meeting was initiated by Brother Ming Hou of the Dragon Sparrow lineage. Next, he will recount the specific situation."

Hearing this, Brother Ming Hou nodded; he had already thought about what to say before coming.

At this moment, he spoke in a deep voice:

"Fate Lords, I received a revelation from Fate and saw a brand-new path for the clan's fortune."

The Fate Lords of each lineage on the jade platforms remained motionless, but the ripples of energy dissipating from their bodies revealed their inner shock.

"The Fate Revelation has appeared again?!" The Fate Lord carrying a giant coffin on his back said in disbelief, then hurriedly asked:

"What exactly did Fate reveal to you?"

"Relocating the entire clan to settle in a small world."

"What small world?"

"A world without spiritual energy, where almost no spiritual resources can be found. The types of energy in the air are also extremely scarce, and the spiritual energy content is equivalent to nothing..."

After listening to Brother Ming Hou's account, the white-haired Fate Lord couldn't help but frown:

"What value does such a world have? After our clan regained vitality upon entering the Monster World, are we to enter a cage again?"

"You speak correctly. Do you know what this means? Our clan will completely lose its future..."

The Great Fate Lord raised his hand to stop the commotion:

"Brother Ming Hou, does this revelation have any specific signs?"

The expression on Brother Ming Hou's mask switched rapidly.

He understood that any words regarding players, high-dimensional gods, and the like at this moment could trigger unpredictable consequences.

After cautiously reciting it once in his heart, he spoke:

"I foresaw a fleeting starlight in the river of Fate. I saw my clan members gaining new life in that desolate small world. I know nothing else."

On the right, the Fate Lord whose figure was hazy within the light mist laughed:

"Little Twelve, you just had your seal broken and went out, yet you've learned to speak in riddles?" Then he shook his head and said:

"I believe this decision is improper. The Fate Revelation should logically lead our clan to glory; how could it guide us in reverse? It is likely that Little Twelve recently suffered a backlash from Fate, causing some unknown illusion, leading to errors in judgment."

"I agree with Fate Lord Shi's thoughts. Little Twelve was probably trapped by an illusion technique from some faction while exploring outside. How could the revelation given by Fate be so rash?"

Facing Brother Ming Hou's proposal, the other 11 Fate Lords all held opposing views.

The facts were indeed so.

The small world described by Brother Ming Hou was desolate, with thin spiritual energy and scarce resources; it was utterly impossible to bring any development opportunity to the Fate Clan.

The Fate Lords present were veterans who had experienced countless fate gambles; such a proposal seemed utterly absurd to them.

No matter how they analyzed it, they could not see what this world could bring to the Fate Clan.

The most likely resulting outcome would be that the Fate Clan would decline with each generation.

Until they were completely trapped in the mire of the small world, unable to break free ever again.