Chapter 434: Yangyue: A One‑Way Journey, Players as Passersby

This…

Actually, saying her story was censored, it did give a relatively complete ending, barely counting as having a beginning and an end.

Moreover, this arrangement also reclaimed the foreshadowing where she previously chased and killed about 180 alien Tianjiao in the ruins, only to be scared away by a mysterious being.

But calling her story a bad ending, her death was actually unexpected yet understandable.

After all, that mad woman, Mei Lie Er, truly was decisive in killing, as if her brain were diseased, killing entire families on a whim, attracting far too many enemies.

—After all, she's the "All‑Kill" Emperor.

Nevertheless, if her story had an author, the final remarks would surely include a line: "Sorry, the performance was too poor, I can't continue."

But where does this pale reality get a supreme writer to control everything? Even if there were one, it has nothing to do with the pawns on a chessboard.

Thus, for Mei Lie Er, her own bleak life truly has been wretched and sorrowful.

After millennia of arduous cultivation, a heart sealed in cement, enduring three calamities and nine tribulations, she finally scraped to the worldly pinnacle and could finally taste some sweetness…

But before she could act as she pleased, be reckless, be young and promising, even before she could escape her lonely, single‑mother status, she suddenly—Ka—died.

Consequently, after receiving a chance to reincarnate into another world from the young boss, and to start a second life on another magical planet, she did two things.

The first was to choose a cheat called "Ultimate Invisibility Technique"; unless observed from a Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen‑level perspective, no one could detect her existence.

She had no choice; the hellish illustration of three old men suddenly slashing out of the air terrified her, but because she was the mad woman, she chose "I also want".

The second was, leveraging her cheap duke father and millennia‑long memories, to astonish everyone while studying in the Royal Capital, and early on start eyeing the surrounding young talents.

Unluckily, the one this "Grandma Miss" set her sights on was the then‑green, doll‑faced Prince An Dong, who, though weak in both magic and martial arts, ranked first in governance theory.

This also explains why Mei Lie Er previously wanted to mock Prince An Dong for being old and constantly comparing a pear blossom to a crabapple, but in the end only uttered two simple insults.

It wasn't because she got tired of scolding; it was because she also acted, even being the one who did it first—she personally solidified all of Prince An Dong's theoretical knowledge foundation!

But fundamentally, invisibility, no matter how good, can only ever be an auxiliary method.

If it could truly have a decisive effect, the first member of the Super Seven in the drama version of "The Blackcoat Patrol" wouldn't have been the invisible one.

Even Mei Lie Er, looking back, realized the greatest use of this thing was the intelligence it provided, which enabled her to capture Prince An Dong.

Thus, a player who hasn't even cleared the first level in the original world trying to rely on such a thing to clear a high‑level dungeon in one go is overly optimistic.

Even with Prince An Dong as a savior‑road ally, the two of them alone would find it hard to overturn Yangyue's tens of thousands of years of status quo.

Therefore, the reason for her failure is laid bare; it's essentially the same as that of the Changge couple.

Only that they, due to their great personal strength, succeeded even more, while those lacking strength failed even more.

"How ironic…"

Because in this life she has never seen another savior, after announcing failure she hasn't communicated with Yangyue for a long time.

The myriad depressions in her heart had been suppressed for more than ten years, and today, finally able to vent, Mei Lie Er, upon reaching this point, couldn't help but sigh again.

"Looking back, I originally thought that living a second life would grant me a brighter future, but I never expected that after all the twists, I'd end up a mess of chicken feathers."

"So that's how it is, then…"

After hearing her savior origin story, Ji Ming was about to give his review, but heard her change tone.

"I've finished my story, so what about yours?"

……

Ah, so today is a story session, huh.

But compared with that grand, turbulent life, Ji Ming, who was once just an ordinary mortal, has hardly any exciting story to tell.

He could only briefly tell her that he is a boundlessly powerful high‑dimensional being, and to avoid blowing up Yangyue World, he dares not unleash his full strength, only bringing a few playful players into Yangyue World.

After half a year of half‑hearted farming, he has already scattered the players across this small patch of land from Radiant Light to Barbarian Plains; the total number is not large, about a hundred‑plus thousand.

"Stop!"

How could she let Ji Ming continue? Mei Lie Er quickly shouted to curb his bragging.

No wonder the other party remained unmoved after hearing the warning using personal experience as a case; was everything already under control?

Several technological civilizations that have already occupied an entire planet, whose tech levels are rapidly advancing and have begun reproducing in Yangyue World.

And the millions of professionals who, because they can resurrect infinitely, act recklessly everywhere, with their influence constantly expanding.

Even the sum of their current power already far exceeds the peak of Mei Lie Er and An Dong; given time, defeating Mechanical Moon would indeed not be a problem.

But the problem is…

"You're asking, if they get out of control, how should I prevent them from becoming a new disaster for Yangyue World, right?"

"…Right!"

How could Ji Ming possibly not know this hidden risk?

But thinking carefully, tracing back to the origin of the term "Fourth Heavenly Calamity".

—Why are player civilizations in "Stellaris" called the "Fourth Heavenly Calamity"?

Actually it's because they possess consoles, wind‑spirit moon‑shadows, as well as various mods and the game strategies of countless masters.

Whenever they wish, they can use countless methods to warp the entire game into any shape they desire.

The so‑called Fallen Empire is merely a toy for them to skin, bleed, and harvest thrills, joked online as "Fallen Dad".

The so‑called Three Great Calamities are merely targets they summon and dismiss at will, barely muttering "truly perverse" when the pure file faces a headwind.

Thus, in the eyes of NPC civilizations, a player civilization with limitless possibilities and the propensity to do anything on a whim is the true disaster.

When luck is on one's side, one's full‑throttle effort can make new players who cling to a pure game so angry they lose sleep, post memes and rant wildly, but that's all.

When luck is bad, it's a sorry that the veteran with thousands of hours, console warrior, outer disciple of the Wind‑Spirit Moon‑Shadow Sect, who played a strange mod, couldn't… the husband‑lord who used a weird mod, exerted his full strength, became a useless iron.

But if Ji Ming were to judge, the most terrifying aspect of the Fourth Heavenly Calamity is that "the game must be related to the player, yet the player can be unrelated to the game."

Only when the player launches the game and permits time to flow does this illusory world operate.

If the player shuts the game off, even just to pause for a bathroom break, this illusory world will come to a complete halt.

When they grow bored, weary, they can with a simple click shove the entire universe into the trash bin, causing it to vanish entirely.

Think about it—why does an NPC, even after exhausting all effort, only manage to cause a sufficiently attentive pure player to lose a single night of quality sleep?

Because the existence, maintenance, and destruction of this universe can be altered at any moment by a player's personal desire; they are like ants that never attend a line‑severing meeting.

—Players are truly genuine gods.

But!

Can the players of Double Moon Struggle achieve the above?

Perhaps in some aspects it's barely possible, but overall it's absolutely unattainable; unattainable is simply unattainable.

Even as magical as Yang Yue Xing may be, it is still a reality bound by laws; even Ji Ming, who is a high‑dimensional being, cannot arbitrarily sway its fate or time.

Thus, the so‑called "players" here are better described as fleeting travelers in Yang Yue's great reverse journey of all things.

They can run, they can jump, they can forge a magnificent legion to slay the world's most terrifying demon‑dragon, and they can then depart, never to return.

Yet if you stretch all this along the dimension of time, the influence they can wield in merely a few dozen years remains far too small.

Moreover.

"The world I come from is far more peaceful than Yang Yue; people still care about that face, and it cannot permit players here to cause large‑scale humanitarian disasters."

Regarding this, it has actually been hotly debated in the real world for a long time.

After all, even if the game system includes a harmony mechanism, given Yang Yue's level of realism, many things are inevitably too real and too free.

So, does committing a crime here actually count as a crime?

Thus, should the countless murderers here be treated differently in reality, even subjected to forced psychotherapy?

Although none have emerged yet, if a great thief here were to burn, kill, plunder, commit every vice, and even plunge a nation into chaos, should they be classified as dangerous elements and forcibly detained?

While no definitive answer has been reached, the very existence of controversy indicates there is indeed a problem, and a substantial force opposes these actions.

Precisely because of this, the severe food shortage in the southern kingdom, worsened by aristocratic exploitation, has led the four major grain merchants—regarded in the real world as a pack of wolves—to consecutively announce major concessions and call for an end to the grain war.

Moreover, several eccentric small‑state leaders, including the overthrown Balanta King Pi Sai Er II, have been vilified by the international community for actions akin to the Radiant nobles, their diplomatic standing instantly reduced to stinking dog‑shit.

No wonder Mother Earth can joyfully beat drums, for Double Moon Struggle is like a mirror of the real world; it brings not an escalation of chaos but a genuine self‑examination.

But if irreversible turmoil does arise from players' actions, Ji Ming, as the savior, still retains an absolutely effective brake.

"If it truly can't work, I, as the energy source, will pull the plug—stop the divine power transmission, delete all accounts, and announce the cancellation of the Fourth Day Disaster Plan."

—With the accounts gone, a player can't possibly cross the dimensional boundary in a mortal body, that would be too absurd (hands clasped).

In fact, Mei Lie Er asks so many questions only because the sense of responsibility from having once been a savior gets in the way.

Now, seeing that Ji Ming knows the situation and has commendably secured an exit strategy, there are no further doubts.

Yet as a fellow practitioner, one cannot help but sigh.

"How tragic—I've exhausted the deeds of my first half‑life, and yet it still pales compared to your silent arrangement of half a year?"

Ji Ming would then offer a word of comfort.

"It's fine; actually, among the hundreds of previous saviors, some would spend a lifetime and still not reach your current progress—you've already done enough."

"The previous…"

Mei Lie Er pondered briefly, then asked suddenly.

"Actually I'm curious—since you are a high‑dimensional being, what kind of attitude does the Will Master have toward you?"

Low EQ: Lao Lai Yu Qin, dutiful at the knees, often chatting and joking, mocking everything they see, including you and Ai Linuo's height.

High EQ: "We have a cooperative relationship; occasionally we hold discussions over major choices."

But Ji Ming is a supreme deity hard‑won; Mei Lie Er, even if she were to push herself to the limit, is merely a strong external aid, and not even that powerful.

Thus the little boss naturally doesn't put filial piety first; in fact, after the tutorial it simply vanished like a deity, sitting quietly beside her, watching her arrange everything.

Consequently, Mei Lie Er can't help but blurt out a line.

"He even helps you with strategy, I'm so jealous, I'm so jealous… *pfft*…"

It may be because Ji Ming's existence has taken over her unfinished endeavors.

Or perhaps Ji Ming's existence means the Ai Linuo she worries about can no longer continue to suffer.

Coupled with her earlier heartfelt confession with beloved Anton, she finally settles all the grudges of this life.

In short, as those words left her mouth, Mei Lie Er, whose all emotional knots were unlocked, saw the color in her face vanish as well.

"Hey, you…"

Ji Ming's current level is lower than hers, so he cannot see the self‑curse on her that is far more intense than the Siphon Trap placed on Anton.

But when indecisive, a sip of SpiritGathering Liquid is surely the right move, so Divine Doctor Ji Ming struck again, immediately giving the senior a bucket‑sized dose.

Mei Lie Er, spitting blood in large gulps, was already about to collapse onto the rattan chair; seeing this, she was instantly frightened into a stiff upright posture.

"This is… the potion you gave Anton? Did you really have that many!?"

She still recalls how Anton's hand trembled when he tried to portion some of the potion for her, eager to drip it drop by drop into the empty bottle.

"That gutter thing—if I could return to sixteen, I'd definitely… first teach him how to be a generous little boy!"

Nevertheless, regardless, the already irredeemable Mei Lie Er now has only a death‑seeking heart.

After an all‑night heart‑to‑heart chat with Anton, agreeing to a joint departure to atone for past missed chances, how could she possibly renege again?

She must walk with him, so Mei Lie Er didn't touch that bucket of SpiritGathering Liquid that could surely extend her life by decades.

On the contrary, she retrieved a necklace from her portable storage ring and placed it on the table before Ji Ming.

"This is the most precious treasure of my life, never shown to anyone, not even Anton."

"Ji Ming, no, Supreme Deity, I'm about to die; I wish to use it to exchange for one of your promises!"

Ji Ming doesn't even need to discern what the necklace is, because the glitch‑spewing little boss has already posted the answer.

【Ah?】

【Ah!?】

【This pigeon egg exudes a familiar aura; it… it seems to be the God‑slayer's eye!】

God‑slayer!?

Since even Yangyue is taken aback, Ji Ming could not possibly have imagined that Meriel still possessed such an ancient holy relic.

……

He pondered briefly, leaning his torso slightly forward.

"Speak, what promise do you want from me—saving the world, or saving Eleanor?"

Volume Four·Civilization—quite interesting, huh?

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