Chapter 356: I Came to Earth to Clean Up the Trash

Fate City.

Ming Shu knelt on the ground, his face bruised and swollen.

He was surrounded by members of the Dragon Sparrow lineage, their anger still not abated.

Directly in front of him stood Brother Ming Hou, who had just logged off not long ago.

At this moment, the fury in Brother Ming Hou's eyes was almost solidifying into something tangible.

He looked down at Ming Shu kneeling on the ground, and a sense of relief at having narrowly escaped disaster welled up in his heart.

Thanks to the timely warning from the Eclipse Tribe, otherwise the consequences would have been unthinkable.

That brat from the Heaven-Set lineage had actually dared to construct a blood sacrifice grand formation on Earth, attempting to refine the entire planet.

Absolutely audacious in the extreme.

If he had activated the formation, one dared not imagine how severe the consequences would have been.

The happiness he had only just begun would have been completely cut short.

Along with it, the trajectory of fate would have been severed right here.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. His silver-white long hair fluttered without wind, surging with his violently fluctuating emotions.

"I told you to pursue the trajectory, and what are you doing." Brother Ming Hou's voice carried a bone-chilling coldness.

At this moment, Ming Shu, who was kneeling on the ground, had his mask already shattered, revealing a face covered in bruises, his eyes swollen into slits.

Just as he tried to raise his head, he was forced to lower it again by the angry glares of the Dragon Sparrow lineage members, and said in a slurred voice:

"I... I wanted to verify the trajectory of fate you left behind, and finally found the spatial coordinates you left... but after crossing through space, I found this world utterly desolate... I thought the coordinates were wrong..."

From Ming Shu's account, Brother Ming Hou understood the beginning and end of the incident.

The root of all the trouble was that he had taken away all the resources on Ming Shu's person.

And Ming Shu, thinking this teleportation had malfunctioned, wanted to use coordinate rearrangement to teleport again.

But lacking resources, he thought to refine Earth, using it as a relay station for energy replenishment.

These words made the Dragon Sparrow lineage members present tremble with fear.

At that time, the refinement grand formation was only one step away from officially activating.

Ming Shu would have dragged them all to the Yellow Springs together.

Thinking about it now, it was truly terrifying in hindsight.

The surrounding Dragon Sparrow lineage members murmured in agreement, and some could no longer restrain themselves, clenching their fists once more.

But Ming Shu still had not realized just how great a disaster he had caused.

He only knew from Brother Ming Hou and the others' reactions that he seemed to have done something wrong, but he still did not understand exactly where he had erred.

Upon arriving in this world, he had simply investigated the environmental conditions of this world.

Then he laid down a refinement grand formation.

And the living beings of this world clearly were not worth the Dragon Sparrow lineage members getting angry over.

Since the Fate Clan's development to this day, the clans they had refined were not few.

The living beings of this small world didn't even have spiritual veins within their bodies, no different from ants—how could the Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord possibly care?

Could it be that his grand formation had destroyed the Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord's hidden arrangements in this world?

Lost in wild thoughts, Ming Shu still had one question in his heart.

Why had the Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord's life aura intensity recovered again?

When they had met in Monster World just now, the Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord's life aura had been incomparably faint—one breath could have killed him.

But in the blink of an eye, it had recovered to the life aura of Ban Shen Jing.

Various questions kept flooding into his mind, yet Ming Shu did not ask directly.

Right now, all the Dragon Sparrow lineage members were in a fit of anger.

Saying the wrong thing would likely earn him another vicious beating, so he could only swallow his grievances.

This Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord was truly going too far.

First, he took away all the resources he had painstakingly accumulated, and bragged that he would point out a transcendent great Dao for him.

But then he turned around and brought his clansmen to beat him viciously.

It was simply bullying a junior—shameless!

Brother Ming Hou looked down at Ming Shu's cowering appearance and said coldly:

"Get up. I know what you're thinking—are you thinking I'm bullying a junior?"

"I wouldn't dare. This junior knows he was wrong."

No matter how much resentment remained in his heart, the other party was after all the Fate Lord, so Ming Shu decisively backed down.

At this moment, Brother Ming Hou turned his head to look at Ming Yun:

"Ming Yun, take him to your room and let him see the truth."

"Yes." Ming Yun nodded immediately, then glared fiercely at Ming Shu kneeling on the ground:

"Follow me."

Although puzzled, Ming Shu still staggered to his feet and followed Brother Ming Hou toward the residential area.

Before long, he followed Ming Yun to the destination of this trip.

Ming Yun's room was simply furnished—the entire room contained only a monitor and a chair.

The roof of the room had even been broken open with a large hole.

He was dragged by Ming Yun to the desk and pressed down into a seat, while Ming Yun stood behind the desk, his fingertips rapidly tapping and swiping on a portable light screen.

Immediately, the monitor lit up, a pale blue halo blooming along its edges.

"Watch carefully." Ming Yun's tone still carried impatience, and he then opened the official website homepage of Monster World.

What met his eyes were the four big characters "Monster World," automatically translated into the script of the Fate Clan.

Painful Minghun couldn't help but frown, unable to understand what Painful Painful Minghun meant by doing this.

Then, under Painful Painful Minghun's control, the webpage jumped to a livestream page, clicked open a screen-recording clip, and pressed play at 10.0x speed.

This speed was perfectly understandable for Painful Minghun.

And Painful Minghun's expression, which had been puzzled from the start, gradually turned to shock.

In the recording he saw the Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord being born from a spatial node in a player's body, and his rapid growth after leaving the spatial node.

And this was precisely that weak Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord he had encountered in Monster World.

His growth in strength could be called meteoric.

In less than three days, he already possessed the augmentation of three rule-powers.

When the footage reached the moment the Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord met him, his strength had already risen several hundredfold compared to when he was first born.

The subsequent footage shocked Painful Minghun even more.

In the footage, the Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord chose to self-destruct under a siege of monsters, but an hour later revived again at the spot where he had been born.

Painful Painful Minghun, who stood to one side, closed the recording at this point and switched the page to a forum.

He pulled out a series of player strategy-discussion threads from his favorites folder.

Seeing the content within — that after a player's death they could revive in the newbie village within an hour, and their body would also be restored to its most perfect state — the pupils beneath Painful Minghun's mask contracted sharply.

He instinctively touched his own bruised and swollen cheeks.

"Whatever you want to look into next, browse it yourself. The mouse on the desk can move the cursor."

Painful Painful Minghun said coldly.

Hearing this, Painful Minghun pressed the mouse with a trembling hand.

He tried moving it, and the cursor on the screen moved in sync.

Painful Minghun Pools, World Map, Functional Buildings… time slipped away as he browsed.

The content displayed on the website left him feeling it was hard to believe.

And he finally understood why the aura emanating from the Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord was completely different from when he was in Monster World.

Because he possessed two bodies.

One of them was the pure body he had inspected — that is, the player's body.

At this point Painful Minghun clicked open the "Glory Chronicles."

A virtual photo album with gilded edging slowly unfolded on the official site page.

The cover bore crossed swords and shields; opening Xu Zhang, a faint glow and an aged murmur rose, as if recounting the battle-glories recorded by time.

What met the eye was a line of text: In the long river of years, some stories are worthy of being recorded in the annals and becoming legend.

Continuing to flip through, the major and minor battle-nodes recorded within made Painful Minghun realize one thing.

How could this be a Glory Chronicle.

It was entirely the chronicle of a group of players who commanded a vast rule-library, toppling force after force in an almost cheat-like, overwhelming manner, rising rapidly.

Just how terrifying the growth of this faction was, the Glory Chronicles recorded it all clearly.

Early posts on the forum also recorded this point.

From initially fighting evenly with the derivative evils under the Waning Moon environment, to now establishing a player faction whose territory spanned multiple regions.

The players were like a swarm of locusts, growing rapidly through hunting and devouring.

Every piece of information on the Monster World official site was overturning his understanding of this world.

Especially upon learning that the players' rule-abilities actually came from Meng Yuan Chu, he was stunned.

Meng Yuan Chu monsters were not necessarily strong, but every single one was a framework-level rule of Monster World, and absolutely could not be controlled by any faction.

The information recorded in the forum and the Glory Chronicles' battles proved one thing.

Every Meng Yuan Chu monster slain by players would become a rule mastered by the players.

This discovery left Painful Minghun utterly stunned.

The Fate Clan had relevant records in their history, having once conducted detailed research and investigation into Meng Yuan Chu monsters.

In the end they chose to give up.

Containing Meng Yuan Chu was simply beyond what the Fate Clan's capabilities could accomplish.

Later, after coming to understand the systems of top-tier factions like the Black Tide, they realized even more clearly what Meng Yuan Chu monsters signified.

For players to be able to contain Meng Yuan Chu, there was only one possibility.

Behind them stood the creation-level deity of legend who had personally forged Monster World: Beneath Di Zhao.

Coupled with the fact that the Dragon Sparrow lineage had now entered Earth and become players,

all the scattered pieces of information rapidly assembled themselves into one truth in his mind.

Earth, this quagmire of a world, was actually a bestowed land of a higher-dimensional deity.

Those seemingly frail beings on Earth, who could be erased with a single breath, possessed another side he had not seen before.

Namely, the brutal faction that was rising rapidly in Monster World, exploring and hunting without restraint: the Player Clan.

Time flowed on, yet Painful Minghun was still browsing the forum.

He finally understood what the "chance of transcendence" the Dragon Sparrow Fate Lord had spoken of was.

It was becoming a player.

As long as one could become a player, one could thoroughly shatter the shackles of race.

One would obtain a pure body capable of bearing countless rule-powers, and also gain the augmentation of various rule-level functions that other races could hardly imagine.

And the players' growth model was also a freedom he had never dared to hope for.

Exploration, hunting, arenas, fishing, dungeons, and so on.

As a player, one can live free and unrestrained.