Chapter 143: I Am The Sun! Black Armor And Gathering
“Although this is metaphysics, it’s not cultivation.” Meng Huaifeng explained.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s not cultivation, I’ll learn it anyway.” Ge Xiaolun’s eyes burned with eagerness.
“Ge Xiaolun, you’re at least on the same level as this goddess with the Power of the Galaxy, don’t be so embarrassing and lower this goddess’s standards. Cultivation? Better to properly improve the super gene in your body.” Lana couldn’t stand it and said.
“Who are you? I learn what I want to learn, I just like metaphysical stuff.” Ge Xiaolun didn’t even give her a proper look, which infuriated Lana.
He had no real concept of what the Power of the Galaxy was right now; instead, he’d been fascinated by wuxia and cultivation since childhood.
Or rather, most people in this country had such yearnings in their childhood.
“I’m your goddess, the light of the sun, Lana.” Lana said proudly, head held high.
“What goddess, sun glowing—in my eyes, you’re just a chick. That, Big Brother, do you think I have cultivation talent? I remember something about the Nuo Xing War God, since you recruited me here, I should have some talent, right?” Liu Chuang rubbed his hands obsequiously to Meng Huaifeng.
“Our way of becoming stronger is different from conventional cultivation, so we really can’t teach you. Developing the super gene in your bodies is what’s most suitable for you; developed to the peak, it’s not weaker than us.” Meng Huaifeng said truthfully.
“Real or fake? You’re not just refusing to teach, are you?” Liu Chuang asked suspiciously.
“Didn’t you hear? As long as you train hard, you might become a god like me, way stronger than any cultivator.”
Lana looked at the trainees whose attention had been drawn to metaphysical cultivation and decided to show off to draw everyone’s attention back.
“I am the sun!”
Dazzling golden light erupted from Lana’s body, turning the whole world blindingly white.
“Ouch, my 24K pure gold dog eyes!”
“What’s happening? What occurred?”
“I can’t see, I’m going blind.”
“Ah!”
Xing squinted her eyes and took out the Flame Spear, the Power of Preservation enveloping everything around.
After the sun finished shining, everything around was unharmed, not even a window broken.
“No, sister, I was trying to establish authority, you’re making me lose face like this.” Lana said speechlessly to Xing.
“But destroying public property costs money to compensate, and it might hurt others.” Xing said with an innocent face, leaving Lana unable to vent her anger.
After a long while, the others’ flash-blinded eyes gradually recovered.
“Lana, you really are a goddess, not an otaku goddess.” Qilin exclaimed in admiration; at first, she thought it was an otaku goddess.
“Of course, I’m the Lord God-level of Lieyang Star.” Lana said.
“You’re an alien too?” Ge Xiaolun asked in surprise.
“Not just me, those four are aliens too. We came from afar to help Blue Star—be grateful.” Lana pointed her chin at the Train Crew four and said proudly.
“So what if you’re aliens? Is that all a goddess is? Just a big lightbulb? Besides blinding my eyes, what’s the use?” Liu Chuang said defiantly without holding back.
As soon as he said it, Liu Chuang regretted it. As a former gang boss, he was used to slapping people who acted arrogant in front of him—he couldn’t control his mouth for a moment.
Lana gave Xing a resentful look; if not for Xing’s protection, this classroom would have exploded, and they would have known how powerful this goddess was.
“Since that’s the case, let me show you the goddess’s power again.” Lana decided to establish authority once more.
Looking at Lana approaching with ill intent, Liu Chuang stepped back uneasily and asked, “You… what do you want? You’re an alien on Blue Star—think you can hit a Blue Star person?”
Ge Xiaolun seemed somewhat swayed by Liu Chuang’s words. Though he didn’t get along with Liu Chuang, they were both Blue Star people—could they let aliens bully them?
“Goddess me is just fulfilling your request to show you what else it’s useful for. Don’t be nervous, you’re the Nuo Xing War God; you won’t die that easily.” Lana’s lips curved slightly as she grabbed Liu Chuang’s neck and threw him out the window.
Then Lana jumped out; in mid-air, pieces of black armor appeared on her body, until she was fully armed and landed on the ground.
“So cool!” Xing’s eyes sparkled.
Numbers flowed in Meng Huaifeng’s eyes; the black armor was indeed something—once worn, much information couldn’t be detected, requiring more traffic.
This was because Lana was right in front of him; if she were out of sight and her location unknown, how could he increase traffic to probe information?
The next direction for effort was how to see through the black armor’s dark information shielding effect. Meng Huaifeng decided.
“You’re too fragile right now—how can I show my power?” With a snap of her fingers, a set of black armor descended from the sky onto Liu Chuang, and a great axe fell, embedding in front of him.
The thrown-out Liu Chuang was originally annoyed, but as soon as the armor equipped, he grinned foolishly.
He had no idea Lana armored him first just to hit him harder.
Lana pinned Liu Chuang and beat him savagely, from ground to sky, then from sky back to ground.
Liu Chuang’s background had long dissatisfied Lana; she planned to teach him a lesson and establish authority—this was the perfect opportunity.
“Now you know my power, right? Goddess me used less than one percent of my strength, and didn’t even use technology power.” Lana pointed her sword at Liu Chuang sprawled on the ground.
“Got it, I’m convinced, convinced, sis, please let me go.” Liu Chuang pleaded weakly.
Though protected by armor, he still felt like his whole body was falling apart.
The others watched Lana in terrified silence—this was too terrifying; not only could she glow, she could fly too, and seemed to have even more powerful moves.
“Don’t look at me like that; I’m here to protect you for friendship’s sake.” Lana swiped her finger at everyone, and sets of black armor descended from the sky.
Having received the armor, their slight fear of Lana instantly vanished.
“What about me, me?” Xing asked eagerly.
“You? Don’t you have your own armor?” Lana asked in surprise.
“No.” Xing spread her hands like a little bear.
“Then what do you do in combat?” Lana asked curiously.
“Just charge straight in and fight.” Xing took out the baseball bat and swung it twice.
Lana curiously grabbed Xing’s arm and poked her skin, exclaiming, “Wow, your body strength is higher than black armor—you really don’t need it. Are people from your place all like this?”
“Pathfinders generally have very high body strength, and A Xing’s is exceptionally high.” Meng Huaifeng said.
His own body strength was far inferior to Xing’s at the same destiny level.
A body able to contain a Stellar Core without damage, the blessing of Pioneer, the blessing of Preservation—all biased toward survival and defense; Xing was practically number one in body strength at the same destiny level!
“Don’t talk about that—don’t we get cool armor?” Xing persisted.
“Black armor is very expensive to produce; Blue Star doesn’t even have many sets total. Besides, you don’t need it.” Lana explained.
“Then why do you have it?”
“This is my own, from Lieyang Star, not given by Blue Star.”
“Oh, Uncle Yang.” Xing looked hopefully at Welt.
Welt fulfilled Xing’s wish, constructing a flashy set of armor for her that, theoretically, could last decades or centuries unless destroyed.
“Whoa, creating things out of thin air—this is a real immortal.” Ge Xiaolun exclaimed, still wanting to learn metaphysics.
Welt looked at March 7th and Meng Huaifeng; March 7th shook her head repeatedly—she liked pretty little skirts, not really appreciating armor.
Meng Huaifeng pulled up the most popular bright silver armor from the network and said to Welt, “Uncle Yang, I want this one.”
Welt visualized the structure in his mind, and a set of bright silver armor appeared on Meng Huaifeng.
Meng Huaifeng swung the Phantom Spear, editing it into a matching bright silver spear form; among the black armors, he stood out like a crane among chickens, stealing all the spotlight.
The Deno Trio immediately felt their new black armor wasn’t appealing anymore.
“I want one like that too!” Xing changed her mind instantly.
“Alright.” Welt agreed indulgently; the armor on Xing changed to something similar to Meng Huaifeng’s, but the female version.
Heroic and valiant.
March 7th took out her camera and said to everyone, “Come, strike a pose for a photo.”
Xing slung the baseball bat over her shoulder; March 7th said disdainfully, “Have you ever seen a general use a baseball bat as a weapon? Change it.”
“Now you have.” Xing muttered but obediently swapped to the Flame Spear.
March 7th looked left and right, unable to resist saying, “The Flame Spear’s color doesn’t match your armor at all, Uncle Yang, change it to fiery red for her.”
“I think it’s fine.” Xing felt good about it.
“It really doesn’t match.” Meng Huaifeng looked her up and down and agreed.
Welt seemed to think so too; he lightly tapped the ground with his cane, and Xing’s silver armor changed to fiery red armor.
“Whoa, sis Lana, can our armor change color? Standing next to those two in all black, we look like background bodyguard extras.” Zhao Xin complained to Lana.
“No.”
“Dye it another color then.”
“Don’t mess around; black armor shields dark information. Dyeing the exterior another color leaks information and makes it easy to detect. Your black armor excels in both defense and function; theirs are just for show.” Lana advised.
But in photos, they look cooler. Zhao Xin sighed.
After the photo, Lana clapped her hands and said, “Today is mainly for everyone to get to know each other and understand the world’s changes. Formal training starts tomorrow. You’re free to move around now.”
“Hey, no group meal to celebrate?” March 7th suggested.
“Sure, where to?” Ge Xiaolun responded first, sneaking a glance at Qiangwei.
“Works for me, to deepen mutual understanding.” Lana agreed.
“Let’s go, let’s go.” The guys hooted.
“Not interested.” Qiangwei pursed her lips; better to train more with that time.
“Everyone agreed; it’d be boring if you went alone. You’re future comrades—getting along better is good. Just come along.” Lana persuaded.
“We rented a villa, fully equipped with everything. Let’s go there.” Meng Huaifeng said.
“A villa? I haven’t been in one my whole life. Gotta see what a real villa’s like—where?” Zhao Xin said.
“Ju Xia City XX District.”
“Too far? Round trip’s over two hours—change places?” Qilin frowned.
“Not far.” Meng Huaifeng snapped his fingers; everyone felt their vision blur, and the scene changed to a new environment.
“Micro Wormhole Transport Technology?” Qiangwei said in surprise; it didn’t seem like it—no wormhole opened, and instantly transporting so many people, including several Lord God-level super genes—how much computing power and technology did that take?
“Teleportation, awesome—another immortal. Big D’s seen the world.” Liu Chuang said with some awe.
“Never seen you respect goddess me this much.” Lana said, a bit displeased.
“One can create things from nothing, one can teleport, and you just glow.” Liu Chuang blurted out, then hurried to remedy, “Uh, sis Lana, I don’t mean glowing isn’t powerful, it’s just… the vibe’s a bit lower, you get me?”
“Believe it or not, one solar flare from me blasts you dead?” Lana rolled her eyes.
“I believe, I believe.” Liu Chuang nodded repeatedly.
“Wow, giant panda! How do you have a giant panda here?” Qilin said delightedly, looking at the black-and-white ball that ran to March 7th’s feet.
“As interstellar friends, Lian Feng gave it—isn’t it cute? Her name’s A Bei.” March 7th picked up A Bei and showed her off.
“Can I pet it?” Rui Mengmeng asked.
“Of course.”
The girls ran aside to play with the giant panda.
“Brothers, play games? Team up?” Meng Huaifeng asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Coming! I’m XX University’s top Garen.” Ge Xiaolun flexed his muscles.
“Your computers aren’t enough.” Zhao Xin said.
“Easy fix. Uncle Yang!” Meng Huaifeng called to Welt.
Welt shook his head helplessly; with a point of his cane, several computers appeared on the table.
“Awesome, even this can be created!” Zhao Xin marveled, touching the realistic computers.
“How do six of us play?” Cheng Yaowen asked.
Liu Chuang felt uneasy inside; he was starting to sense he was subtly excluded in this group.
The others might not be good people, but they were ordinary; he was a thorough scoundrel.
“Big Sister, why don’t you go play with sis Lana and the giant panda?” Ge Xiaolun said to Xing.
“No! I want to play games.” Xing refused outright.
“Then you five play, I’ll watch from the side.” Liu Chuang figured better to exit voluntarily than be excluded, saving some face.
“No need, split into two teams—does it have to be five?” Meng Huaifeng rejected.
Liu Chuang gave Meng Huaifeng a grateful look.
Log in, add friends, form team.
“Whoa, Big Brother, you’re that legendary random king these days, Breeze in Embrace?” Ge Xiaolun exclaimed.
“The one leading third place by a thousand points, countless pro teams jointly reported for cheating, game officials live-checked account and operations multiple times, finally confirming no cheating—Breeze in Embrace!” Zhao Xin said exaggeratedly.
“Why third place?” Liu Chuang, who’d been locked up for days, asked curiously.
“Because second is the big god’s sidekick.” Zhao Xin said.
“Right, so Big Sister, you’re Breeze big god’s sidekick Galaxy Bat Man?” Ge Xiaolun looked at Xing.
“What sidekick? My gaming strength is strong too!” Xing slapped the table in dissatisfaction.
“Lots of people analyzed it—Big Sister, you have skill, but a tier below Big Brother, so sidekick.” Ge Xiaolun said.
“March is the real sidekick, not me.” Xing denied, pointing at March 7th happily playing with the girls in the distance.
“Huh?” March 7th vaguely heard her name, turned her head, her pretty pink pupils full of confusion.
Xing quickly withdrew her finger and once again looked at Meng Huaifeng with envy and jealousy: “If only I had a Mobile Phone Martial Spirit, I’d be good too.”
“Don’t attribute my effort and talent to the martial spirit. Besides, Mobile Phone Martial Spirit is one of my talents too. Admit it—I’m just better at games than you.” Meng Huaifeng said smugly.
“If you’re so able, go beat Silver Wolf.” Xing retorted.
“That’s my teacher.” Meng Huaifeng refused.
If no cheating, he could compete; with cheats, he’d get crushed.
“Big god! No, super god! Carry me please!”
“I want to team with the super god! Let me experience flying!”
“Carry me to King rank.”
“Take turns, take turns.”
“Damn it, why not ask me to carry!” Xing said, puffed up with anger.
