章 77: Chapter Seventy-seven: Why Only Seventy Percent?
In the outside world, the following morning.
Wang Hui groggily rose from his bed, rubbing his aching temples.
He felt as though he had slept for an eternity, not even hearing the alarm ring.
After stretching, Wang Hui proceeded to wash up in the bathroom.
Glancing in the mirror, he noticed a slight, involuntary twitch in the muscles of his arm, causing him to abruptly awaken!
"Something is amiss..."
Setting down the toothbrush, Wang Hui hastened to the metallic table beside the miniature world, placing his hand upon its surface.
The display of [Current Available Source Quality] still indicated a life tier of B, yet the numbers oscillated between "1%" and "0%."
"Indeed, the ailment of gradual freezing has not yet healed..."
Wang Hui's expression darkened.
It seemed that eradicating the terminal illness was not so straightforward; despite his efforts to improve his body using source quality energy, the affliction still clung to him like a pesky parasite!
It was akin to a persistent "debuff" in a game, gradually sapping his vitality.
Previously, such sensations were negligible, but as Wang Hui approached a threshold of life tiers, he could feel this debilitating force, as if it sought to drag him back to a lower state of existence!
Whoosh—
The clouds above the clan world churned as the source quality energy amassed overnight was absorbed by Wang Hui, stabilizing the numerical display to "B-5%."
The muscular spasms subsided, and his demeanor relaxed considerably.
"At least the benefits of source quality energy on my body are tangible; once I continue to elevate my life tier, I shall inevitably vanquish this illness!"
Wang Hui slid open the glass dome, his gaze falling on the two miniature worlds.
The clan world had seen a decline in overall activity due to the departure of thousands of warriors, resulting in a slight decrease in the source quality energy provided to him.
Conversely, the Gulf world had experienced further activation, the source quality energy above becoming thick enough to be nearly tangible, with small crystals occasionally cascading down.
Wang Hui could not help but smack his lips; without the legacy artifacts, he could only feast his eyes upon them, reassuring himself, "After all, the Gulf world is mine; the source quality crystals will eventually serve me..."
His gaze shifted towards the northwestern sea region, where the island occupied by the three races loomed. Last night, it had appeared desolate and primitive, but now it had undergone a remarkable transformation!
After a year and a half of microscopic construction, the place had blossomed into a thriving island city.
A network of straight streets interspersed with orderly wooden and stone buildings, seemingly modeled after the architecture of the God-given city, offered a pleasing aesthetic.
At the harbor, gleaming aluminum-hulled warships entered and exited, navigating westward along the Shinchuan River, journeying straight to the core of the clan world—the God-given city.
To the east, they traversed back and forth between Reverse Wind Port, which remained as bustling as ever, albeit with a notable increase in the number of small figures clad in aluminum armor. Their territory was no longer confined to the port alone; their presence now extended into the urban streets!
Witnessing this scene, Wang Hui felt a sense of contentment.
"Nalan Xia, Hu Yan Wu, and their companions have not been idle; the Divine Right of Kings plan must be progressing smoothly."
In the past year and a half, surely the divine realm and the Storm Kingdom had coexisted harmoniously!
Wang Hui returned to the bathroom to complete his grooming and then proceeded to fry a few eggs, pairing them with milk to satiate his hunger, all while browsing on his phone.
The blind box on the Little Black Book app had a limited purchase window, with twenty-seven hours remaining; he could acquire the third item by tomorrow afternoon.
Searching through the comments, he found no one had managed to purchase the second set of "VR gaming equipment" integrated with the miniature world.
Instead, many users were venting their frustration towards "Namu Gatlin Bodhisattva," accusing that rascal of stirring up traffic, only to vanish without a trace, showing no sense of responsibility!
"...Has Liang Xiaohong disappeared?"
As Wang Hui swallowed the fried eggs, a vague suspicion crept into his mind.
He immediately switched to Gatlin TV to check Liang Xiaohong's profile, noting that the last post had been timestamped for last night, just shortly before he had gone to bed!
"Could that fellow be trapped in the Gulf world..."
Wang Hui's expression turned odd as he sipped his milk and made his way back to the glass dome of the Gulf world.
With his current vision, he could discern the small figures' appearances without requiring a magnifying glass.
Yet, given the considerable population of Reverse Wind Port and the influx of transient individuals, locating Liang Xiaohong would not be an easy feat.
"With Justin keeping an eye out for me, I can simply inquire with him!"
Wang Hui downed the remaining milk, preparing to descend into the Gulf world when he hesitated, glancing at his casual attire.
"Every time I descend, the projected form generates clothing identical to my own.
Now that I am the sovereign of the divine realm, it's time for a change of wardrobe!"
...
[Year Thirteen of Divine Descent], July 7th.
Whoosh—bang!!
Having faced the constraints of the combat rules numerous times, Wang Hui had grown increasingly adept at selecting his landing spots.
This time, he chose a derelict courtyard to the northwest of Reverse Wind Port. Dusting off the remnants of his descent, he stepped forward with an air of tranquility.
Now, Wang Hui donned a classic white light armor from "Assassin's Creed," complete with a hooded cloak and matching boots.
These garments had been purchased during his college years for cosplay.
At the time, he had opted for a budget version, the primary distinction being the absence of protective armor plates, which were replaced with dark golden embroidered lines.
Compared to the discreet and life-preserving attire of an assassin, his ensemble bore a touch of grandeur and mystery, inadvertently aligning more closely with the "divine" aesthetic!
Wang Hui was not concerned about being overly conspicuous.
After all, the Gulf world mirrored a medieval backdrop, where one could scarcely avoid encountering "cosplayers."
His attire radiated an aura that discouraged approach, ensuring that most would think twice before provoking him.
To Wang Hui's surprise, shortly after entering the main urban area, he became acutely aware of numerous vigilant, guarded gazes!
Stealthily following the source of those looks, he glimpsed seemingly ordinary men and women, their eyes sharp and discerning…
They were certainly no common folk!
"It appears quite a few outsiders have infiltrated Reverse Wind Port..."
Wang Hui's lips curled into a smirk as he quietly trailed a group, intent on uncovering the secrets of these potential threats.
Meanwhile, at the former lord's residence.
Having lost his territory while retaining only his noble title, the marquis sat languidly, enjoying a performance while squinting at a stack of invoices.
Impatiently tossing them aside, he sighed, "Just looking at these dense scribbles gives me a headache... Might as well ask plainly: how much did we profit last year?"
Beside him, the burly red-robed sorcerer Douglas sat, one hand resting on his chest, a remnant of the blow delivered by Hu Yan Wu a year and a half ago, causing him persistent discomfort.
"In accordance with the treaty established by the divine realm, all our commercial and industrial profits now belong to them, while agricultural profits are split seventy-thirty."
The marquis grumbled in discontent, "How is it merely seventy percent?"
"Seventy percent belongs to them!"
Douglas retorted with irritation, "Being allowed to take thirty percent depends entirely on the whims of the Seventh Prince!"
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