Chapter 139: The New World-I've Set Up the System(Mu Heng)

Witnessing this scene, Fan Bei suddenly realized that if one truly wants to maximize combat effectiveness, resources should be invested in the system rather than the host!

Hosts are human, living beings; their primary role should be macro-planning, exercising creativity, and letting their imaginations run wild to compensate for the rigidity and inflexibility of the system.

Perhaps out of ten thousand wild ideas, only one might succeed, and the others would carry immense risks.

Yet, as the saying goes, after all, it is not the system that dies...

As a qualified system creator, one must be ruthless at heart; otherwise, it is impossible to exhaust all possibilities and forge the most perfect system.

Withdrawing his thoughts, he continued to watch the battle.

Having driven away the five members of the Holy Land—leaving two dead and three fleeing—the two figures from the Orient turned translucent and stepped back into the realm of spiritual substance.

At this moment, personnel from the Star Chamber of Commerce had already arrived to clear the plaza.

This was the advantage of the "Mind Link." Fan Bei could see earlier that many people were actually trembling with fear, yet instead of fleeing, they continued executing their duties.

An era of mystery required methods suited to an era of mystery.

These individuals had all sworn personal allegiance to Lin Zhongqing. Until the link was dissolved, fleeing without authorization meant disloyalty and would result in backlash.

The entire Copper Fortress, seemingly on the verge of collapse, was still functioning—a stark contrast to Lang Sheng's previous situation.

Back then, when Lang Sheng faced merely three rogue hunters, he was reduced to a lonely figure with no one to help.

Outside the plaza, Lang Sheng, who had also been watching the battle, clenched his fists tightly at the sight.

The heavens were utterly unfair!

Why was it that when he encountered such a crisis, he could only rely on the system to miraculously turn the tables at the last moment, whereas they could effortlessly crush their enemies?

Besides, as he glanced at the bracelet on his left wrist, the Good Guy System was now gone as well, reduced to a mere ornament.

If not for the two remaining functions, he would have desperately wanted to smash the thing to pieces. The phrase "I want to be a good guy" was truly an ironic mockery of him!

Why?

He could only scream in the depths of his soul: I have already pushed myself to the absolute limit of what I can do, is that still not enough?

Just at that moment, a gentle female voice sounded in his ear:

"Pained child, do you wish to leave this cruel world? Do you wish to go to a new world and forge your own legend?"

He froze slightly, feeling as though his entire being had returned to his mother's embrace—a sense of peace and warmth he had not felt for a long time.

However, the ruthlessness and suspicion forged over many years helped him snap back to sobriety.

"Who are you again?"

"I am the creator of the fairy tale world, the protector of all the weak..."

"Too long, can't remember. Just tell me what business you have with me?"

"Urgh, what a naughty child. Well then, the world I created is filled with liars. Trust has completely vanished between people. For a mere few hundred bucks, individuals would deceive someone they had known for over a dozen years; for personal gain, they would construct all sorts of elaborate personas just to trick those who are still willing to trust others. That world has broken down."

"Since you are the creator, you're basically God. Why don't you just unleash a flood to cleanse the place instead of coming to find me?" Lang Sheng was not about to be fooled.

"I cannot bring myself to do it. Just like parents who know their child is monstrously evil, how many can actually bring themselves to punish them?"

Lang Sheng was on the verge of rejecting the offer out of reflex, but his bracelet suddenly grew scorching hot.

His heart skipped a beat. Could it be that his Good Guy System still had a chance to return?

That must be it! His heart grew as fiery as the heating bracelet.

The other party had not completely abandoned him after all. Since they had left him with two functions—a system space and a system mall, both ranking among the best survival tools—it meant they had not completely given up on him.

"Fine, I agree. I just hope you won't turn out to be a liar like you said."

"Very well, child. I can see that you still possess a heart inclined toward goodness, as even the bracelet you wear reminds you of that. I hope you will not betray your true nature."

Oh, so that was how I was chosen?

This so-called creator of the fairy tale world was truly superficial, judging merely by external objects while failing to see his true inner self.

Lang Sheng sneered inwardly, gaining a renewed appreciation for the system's might. Even with just one or two residual powers left, these so-called creators were incomparable to it.

Shortly after, a green light manifested in his room. Gritting his teeth, Lang Sheng stepped right into the green glow.

How can you catch tiger cubs without entering the tiger's lair?

Without taking risks, how could life be exciting?

............

On a bustling urban street, everyone wore smiles on their faces, acting just like close friends of many years.

Lang Sheng appeared in a corner. Instead of moving around recklessly, he began observing his surroundings.

This place strongly resembled Earth before the doomsday. He pinched his arm hard and opened his system space—it was not an illusion.

That creator had indeed brought him to another world.

Suppressing the excitement in his chest, he continued to observe his surroundings.

At that moment, a half-balded young man smiled and approached him, saying, "Hello, is this your first time visiting our city?"

"Ah, yes. I came from somewhere else." To his surprise, he found that he could understand the local language effortlessly.

"Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" the balding young man asked warmly.

"I'm a bit hungry. Take me to a restaurant." Clenching his fists, Lang Sheng measured the disparity between them; he reckoned that even without practicing cultivation, he could beat this guy three times over.

"Alright."

The young man hailed a taxi, and the two of them got in.

An hour later, having emptied the very last piece of gold from his system space yet still unable to afford the exorbitant lunch, Lang Sheng found himself dumped in a suburban mine pit...

"What the hell? What kind of dark world is this... No wonder your creator couldn't stand it anymore!" Lang Sheng felt like crying without tears.

Earlier, he had considered running away or using physical force to teach these people a lesson. However, a beam of green light had descended from the sky, and everyone looked at him with mocking gazes.

Bathed in the green light, he quickly understood that physical force was forbidden here, killing was prohibited, and violent methods were strictly outlawed.

Consequently, he had to abide by the rules established by the locals: dining required payment, but the calculation unit was bizarre. He had eaten a single fish, yet the bill was calculated based on the number of scales on that fish...

Thus, he had no choice but to be sold off to the mine pit to work and pay off his debt.

Now he understood. People here had to live with extreme caution; otherwise, without paying attention, they would be scammed by various seemingly fair rules.

Hearing about his misfortune, a fellow miner nearby sympathized, "You really are an outsider, probably from some deeply isolated mountain village, aren't you? You didn't even know the rules of our big city—even going out for a simple meal requires signing a contract."

"How can you guys develop like this? How can there be any efficiency?" Lang Sheng asked in bewilderment.

"Efficiency? Oh, we have efficiency. If you sign a contract and fail to work properly, you get punished by the green light. Trust me, you definitely don't want to experience the outcome of that punishment," the fellow miner explained.

"Since you're a local, how did you end up down here?" Lang Sheng asked, feebly swinging his pickaxe.

"Sigh, I fancied an entrepreneurial project online and invested my life savings into it. The project was endorsed by a celebrity, who promised capital protection and dividends. But three years later, when the project collapsed, the celebrity claimed it had nothing to do with him and that others had merely misappropriated his name," the miner replied with a helpless shake of his head.

"Detestable! A world where such things can exist is simply intolerable to reason!" Lang Sheng said angrily.

"Indeed, we also feel that such a world shouldn't exist, but reality is always stranger than fiction..." the miner sighed with deep empathy.

Lang Sheng nodded and subtly began chatting with the other miners.

By the end of it, his eyes were truly opened. Although everyone ended up in the same predicament, the process of how they were swindled was bizarrely varied and utterly eye-opening.