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"Tomorrow," Chen Jiang replied after a moment's thought. "Let's finish up these remaining tasks today, rest for the night, and launch the global event tomorrow."
"Alright, got it!" Scar Dog nodded, scooped up his gear from the ground, and stepped through the phantom gate beside him. "Brother Jiang, you get to work. I left my perpetual motion machines in the underground cavern—I'll go retrieve them."
With that, he vanished.
"Uh..."
Watching Scar Dog's retreating figure, Chen Jiang shook his head in mild exasperation. He had meant to ask Scar Dog about the details of the global event he had designed, but Scar Dog had rushed off before he could even open his mouth.
Oh well, no need to ask anyway. I'll find out tomorrow.
With his current combat prowess, he could breeze through virtually any global event. And since Scar Dog had designed it, it would undoubtedly favor him even more.
Under these circumstances, asking about the event's specifics was pointless. The top ranking reward would almost certainly be his—this was just a dungeon for claiming rewards.
At that moment, his gaze finally fell upon the three-star item in his arms: the Random Treasure Chest.
This was the bonus reward he had received for achieving the top ranking in the global event, "Ten Thousand Races Fusion."
[Item Name]: A Three-Star Item Random Chest
[Item Star]: Three-Star Item
[Item Effect]: You may choose from the following seven categories: "Vehicle," "Weapon," "Armor," "Life," "Fashion," "Miscellaneous," and "Building."
After making your selection, you will receive a random item from that category.
Furthermore, this item will be unique.
You will be the only one in the entire Ten Thousand Races Arena to possess this item.
[Item Description]: "Did you know? Someone once opened this chest and found destiny." — From the nonsensical ramblings of a novelist on some distant planet.
"Tsk."
Chen Jiang nodded with a satisfied smile. He liked this chest.
It wasn't just a three-star item chest; it was also a unique item.
The only uncertainty was whether the item panel's claim of being unique "in the entire Ten Thousand Races Arena" referred to the specific arena he was in, or to all Ten Thousand Races Arenas worldwide.
After all, he knew there were many such arenas scattered across the cosmos.
The Guang Hei Ou Company had just successfully bid for all the spoils from the Ten Thousand Races Arena.
Although he already possessed several three-star items, no one could ever have too many of them.
After a moment's contemplation, he selected the "Miscellaneous" category.
First, he immediately ruled out "Weapons" and "Armor." He currently had little need for either firepower or defense. The only vulnerability he needed to address was his close-combat capabilities after being engaged at close range, but he already had a plan for that.
"Vehicles" were also eliminated. With Scar Dog's phantom gate and the floating island beneath him, formed from the world tree, he currently had little need for transportation.
The only vehicle he might need was a warship—a warship capable of mounting his turrets.
But such a thing was highly unlikely to appear in a three-star item chest. No one would expect a warship to randomly appear in a three-star item chest.
"Fashion" and "Life" were similarly dismissed.
He actually needed fashion items, as one of his achievements required collecting several complete fashion sets. However, fashion items had a frustrating quirk: they came in set pieces. Only by collecting an entire fashion set would it count as a complete set.
The process wasn't easy.
A single piece of a fashion set was useless to him. If it had been a complete set, he might have actually chosen "Fashion."
So far, the only way he knew to obtain fashion set pieces was through the "Gentleman's Set" in the Achievement Compendium. He knew nothing else about them and had never seen anyone else wearing fashion items.
The items from the "Life" category were likely related to basic survival needs like food, water, and sanitation. But he was no longer a newcomer to the wilderness, struggling to meet those basic needs.
After much deliberation, only "Miscellaneous" seemed like the best option. After all, this category often yielded items with unexpected and potentially game-changing effects.
Soon, the chest was opened.
An item panel immediately popped up before him:
[Item Name]: Clown's Mask
[Item Star]: Three-Star Item
[Item Effect]: When worn, this mask compels all players within a 100-meter radius who look at you to unconditionally believe anything you say for three seconds.
This effect lasts only 48 hours.
After 48 hours, their rationality and memories will return.
[Item Restriction]: The player looking at you must do so of their own free will, meaning you cannot use coercion, restraints, or any other methods that would cause significant emotional distress to force activation.
[Item Description]: Three seconds is a fleeting moment, but for a politician, it's enough. All he needs to do is stand on a high platform, put on a mask, and address the crowd below: "Vote for me, or ghosts will haunt your beds tonight."
"Hmm?"
Chen Jiang glanced at the item before him, lightly swiping the item panel. This item's effect was intriguing—it could make all players within a hundred-meter radius unconditionally believe anything you said for three seconds?
This was a rule item.
With rule items, the method of use often determined their effectiveness.
There were countless ways to maximize this item's potential.
For example, standing before the leader of the galactic federation, activating the item, and declaring in those three seconds: "I am your long-lost son. Now, give me all the federation's top-tier warships."
The item's effect had been successfully activated.
However, the success rate was likely low.
Even if the Federal Leader truly believed Chen Jiang was his long-lost son, he wouldn't rashly hand over such a powerful item for the sake of a mere father.
Moreover, as the Federal Leader, he was undoubtedly familiar with rule items.
Where there's a spear, there's a shield. Chen Jiang found it hard to believe the Federal Leader wouldn't possess multiple items to defend against rule items.
The item's restriction—prohibiting coercive methods or actions that might arouse suspicion—meant Chen Jiang could only use subtle tactics.
For example, standing in a public place, calling out the leader's name, or patting him on the shoulder.
Wait...
Chen Jiang's expression suddenly turned peculiar as he stared at the item panel. He had just remembered an item he had obtained long ago, one that had never had a chance to be used.
He pulled a flag from his chest pocket and glanced at the item panel.
[Item Name]: Leader's Flag
[Item Star]: One-Star Item
[Item Effect]: When you raise this flag, fellow race players within a 100-meter radius will instinctively glance at you. For the next 24 hours, they will be immune to the flag's effect.
[Item Description]: Just a glance, after all, it's only a one-star item.
The two items synergized perfectly: first wear the mask, then raise the flag.
Unfortunately, the flag's one-star rating meant it only affected fellow race players, significantly diminishing the intended impact of his clown mask.
Still, it was useful enough. He might need it someday, and finding an item that could make everyone instinctively look at him shouldn't be too difficult.
After pondering for a moment, Chen Jiang tucked both items back into his pocket, nodded, yawned, and wearily walked toward the base of the tree.
Time for a rest.
The global event, Ten Thousand Races Fusion, had lasted 24 hours, and he hadn't had much rest during that time. He deserved a proper break now. Time for a nap.
In no time, Chen Jiang activated his Seven-Eyed Mechanical Wing and soared to his treehouse, perched 200 meters high in the world tree.
Lying on his bed, he exhaled softly and slowly closed his eyes. The turret, placed on a nearby branch, provided him with a sense of security as he drifted off to sleep.
Looking back, the item description for the turret had been remarkably accurate. This item truly did provide him with a good night's sleep in the wilderness.
Only the world tree's massive branches could support such a contraption. Any other tree would have been crushed into dust under its weight.
Soon, he was fast asleep.
His hands rested clasped on his chest, like a devout Catholic, as his eyes slowly closed.
"All done."
At the original site of the world tree, Scar Dog clapped his hands in satisfaction. He straightened up, stretched languidly, and turned to Wang Defa, who was still busy working nearby. "Brother, you'll have company from now on."
"Behold! The next-generation Perpetual Motion Machine—the Automatic Reproduction Machine!"
"Party A and Party B will engage in rapid and intense collisions three times per second, each collision producing a Party C."
"Fast, efficient, and perpetually in motion!"
Beside Scar Dog stood two Trash Manufacturing Machines, suspended by a special apparatus. Powered by their engines, the machines were colliding continuously.
Each collision produced a flash of white light, and a thumb-sized cubic block dropped from the machines, falling freely into a pit Scar Dog had prepared.
The reproduction rate was so rapid that the thumb-sized cubic blocks formed a continuous stream, plummeting into the pit in an unbroken line.
"It's a pity there are only three Female Trash Generators," Scar Dog remarked with a hint of regret.
He had already conducted experiments and confirmed that only collisions between a Female Trash Generator and a Male Trash Generator could produce the thumb-sized cubic blocks. Collisions between two Female Trash Generators or two Male Trash Generators yielded no new items.
Even if two Male Trash Generators collided with one Female Trash Generator simultaneously, the item generation frequency remained the same—there was no difference, and no chance of twins or triplets.
The special device housed a total of eight Trash Manufacturing Machines: three female and five male.
Powered by a rapidly spinning engine, the five male machines were colliding with the three female machines at a rate of three times per second.
The two extra male machines, though not strictly necessary, were included to avoid wasting resources.
Beneath the device, new items materialized mid-air, falling into an earthen pit. In just over ten seconds, a small mound had already formed at the bottom, prompting a remark about the astonishing speed.
"Impressive," Scar Dog nodded in satisfaction. "With this thing, our rate of acquiring one-star items has increased a hundredfold. I can practically see a massive barrel slowly rising against the eastern sunrise."
"Um..."
Standing beside him, Li Hao stared at the perpetual motion breeding machine with a strange expression. "Would this count as mass reproduction? On Blue Star, this would definitely be a criminal offense, right?"
"You're quite the character," Scar Dog muttered, glancing at Li Hao before turning to Wang Defa, who was standing nearby. Gripping his walkie-talkie, he said, "Brother, take a break. You've been working hard for so long. You must be exhausted."
"Your innate ability is a real curse. I almost feel sorry for you."
"Not tired at all!" Wang Defa, shirtless and panting, continued to passively throw punches at the mutated beasts that kept falling before him. "I feel my physical condition is getting better and better. I could probably shatter a mountain with a single punch right now."
"And I don't feel any fatigue at all. In fact, I'm getting more energetic."
"...Then you need to be careful. One of the common signs before sudden death is a person becoming increasingly energetic. Focus on sustainable development. Don't sacrifice your future for temporary speed."
"Take a break. Let's go back, grab some food, and get some sleep. We need to prepare for tomorrow's global event."
"I designed this global event specifically for you."
"Alright."
Wang Defa quickly followed Scar Dog and his group away from the world tree's original site, ascending to the skies above the world tree.
After grabbing some grilled meat to fill their stomachs, they each found their sleeping spots and settled down to rest.
However, when Li Hao arrived at his designated sleeping area alone and prepared to sleep, he found Scar Dog already waiting for him.
"Scar Dog?" Li Hao asked, looking at Scar Dog sitting on his bed with mild confusion. "What are you doing here? Are you planning to sleep here with me tonight?"
"No," Scar Dog replied, shaking his head casually. He lifted the blanket on Li Hao's bed, revealing a small, flat white circle on the sheet—a phantom gate.
The phantom gate was remarkably small, barely smaller than a forearm.
"A little something I designed just for you," Scar Dog said. "It's too hot, so this will help you cool down. Try it out before you sleep—there's a surprise waiting for you."
(End of the Chapter)
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