Chapter 880: One Second to Level 80!

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Just as everyone was discussing, the Alchemist Emperor fell silent for a moment, then revealed an even more disturbing secret:

"Actually, it's not necessarily limited to chickens and ducks. I've discovered a secret: the higher the new life form's birth, the more 'essence' can be extracted... Things like plants and flowers yield nothing; their efficiency is extremely low and wasteful of resources. This means that beasts like tigers, or even primates... sentient life forms, are the optimal choice.

So, what do you all think they would choose? Would they sacrifice resources and efficiency by using flowers and plants, or would they choose beasts, or perhaps... sentient beings?"

Everyone was startled. Although reluctant to believe it, a thought nevertheless entered their minds. Netizens sitting in front of their computers felt their scalps tingle as they began discussing.

"Holy cow, could it be enslaved races from other planets?"

Just imagining that scene makes one's skin crawl. It must be an unimaginable super-factory. Like a chicken and duck assembly line, sentient beings are confined in cages, behind iron bars, slowly moving forward.

And this assembly line must be incredibly long. For an ordinary person, it might take a lifetime of walking to traverse its entire length.

Development, growth, reproduction, pregnancy, birth... this assembly line is practically a "life line." They live out their pre-planned lives on it... This image is like a dark fairy tale.

"When an entire race lives their whole lives on an assembly line... Oh my God!"

"Think about it, humans fit the description quite well: our birth rate is pretty fast, reproducing like crazy... If such a highly advanced cosmic civilization discovered us, we'd definitely be doomed... Wait, maybe our current Earth is already a god-manufacturing factory, with a fast population growth, and we're also on an assembly line called 'life'... (Chilling thought)."

"The person above is thinking too darkly!"

"It might not be sentient life, right? Putting sentient beings on an assembly line would be too cruel. Perhaps they're just sentient beings whose sentience has been erased?"

Everyone's discussion grew quite agitated. Previously, when they looked at the path of the transcendent system, it seemed exaggerated, very savage and primitive. It almost entirely relied on destroying living beings to extract energy, leading them to believe it was a barbaric, primitive civilization. They thought a technological society would be more refined, more humane, and certainly wouldn't do such cruel things...

Now, it certainly looks elegant. An agricultural livestock assembly line factory, just like breeding chickens and ducks on Earth—breeding, vaccinating, crating... yet it evokes an extremely horrifying sense of dread.

"Cough, cough, cough, everyone, let's stop discussing this. We can consider it an eye-opener, showing us a wonderful and revealing cosmic world."

The Alchemist Emperor intervened to halt the discussion, saying, "They are a god-level civilization, a higher-dimensional civilization. In their eyes, we are indeed as lowly as chickens and ducks, or even ants. Would they talk about human rights with ants? Placing us on an assembly line, or even on a dinner plate, is perfectly normal for them. We are simply not beings on the same dimensional level. This is the law of the cosmic jungle. The universe is a vast primeval forest where natural selection and survival of the fittest prevail. Can you say a tiger eating a person is cruel?

Let's get back to the main topic. Based on my conjecture, the Mechanical Pillar God might be about to re-establish this god-manufacturing factory and revive ancient civilization. I wonder if it can discover the principle?"

"I think its discovery of the factory's principle is inevitable; it's only a matter of time. We can imagine a group of vacuum cleaners, toilets, or even arms factories, going to the gym..."

"When we exercise, at most we strengthen our muscles. When they exercise, they are training to elevate their life level..."

Everyone found the thought utterly chilling.

Currently, those indigenous civilizations are too weak! For tens of thousands of years, they haven't been able to restore the Nine-Tier civilization of their ancient ancestors. Now, with a new Zombie Pillar God taking over, it's likely that they will quickly reach the level of Nine-Tier technological civilization and return to their peak... After all, this is the threshold of the Ninth Tier—the technology to transform oneself into a god!

The average power level of a technological civilization is too low to wield even more terrifying law weapons. An ant cannot pick up a Gatling gun; you need to elevate your own level to a fundamental stage... By then, even if not everyone becomes a god, there will certainly be god-level scientists who can pick up Gatling guns... and battle Nine-Tier entities.

The Alchemist Emperor said: "However, this is truly chilling to ponder! I never imagined that Hermes, this most ancient god of wisdom, who gave us so much enlightenment for our civilizations, was truly selfless!"

Everyone immediately grew solemn. They seemed to envision that ancient god of wisdom bestowing wisdom and civilization upon the mortals on the ground. He fought battles his entire life to protect civilization. Even after his demise, when his life force was completely depleted, a wisp of his remnant soul came into the world for prosperity, bestowing upon people all the wisdom of ancient civilizations.

"Indeed! We should truly admire him!"

"The thrice-great Hermes taught us the paths of two civilizations!"

"Yes! He even left us the Nine-Tier path of the technological side—the Gate of Alchemy, and the Primordial Essence!"

"Yet we were completely unaware!"

"We are truly ungrateful! We have failed this ancient being, unable to grasp his profound meaning!"

Everyone felt a sense of guilt. Hermes' words were incredibly profound and right before their eyes, yet they had failed to understand them.

Someone suddenly asked: "So, great one, are you going to be the first to establish a factory where everyone works out to become a god?"

In reality, now that the Alchemist Emperor himself has become the Primordial Essence, his own race is the most suitable and efficient "chicken and duck" for the factory. As long as food is provided, he can bypass the process of cultivating and breeding organisms, directly producing "Primordial Essence" without any middlemen profiting. In essence, with proper production, he would only need one-fifth of the normal resources to obtain the same amount of Primordial Essence... but for him, this is still an extremely massive amount of resources!

How terrifying must a Nine-Tier civilization be? Even when looking across the entire universe, they are an exceptionally advanced civilization! Their core god-manufacturing factory must be a planet-sized workshop, with assembly lines perhaps circling the planet dozens of times to produce such a massive amount of "Primordial Essence."

The Alchemist Emperor said: "This is a massive undertaking. Only by mobilizing the entire civilization's power can the required 'essence' be supplied for the entire civilization. However, while I cannot proliferate it widely, I can still help individuals achieve godhood locally and break through their cultivation levels.

Now that I've been widely active for so long, I solemnly declare something!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions instantly became extremely serious. Was everything they just heard merely a prelude? They initially thought the discussion of the Alchemical Age, its similarities to technological civilization, the introduction of the Gate of Alchemy, the breakthrough threshold of Nine-Tier technology, and Hermes' greatness were all part of a prelude. But now, they wondered, was this *still* a prelude?

Everyone's faces immediately stiffened in anticipation.

The Alchemist Emperor said: "Now, I solemnly declare that I intend to establish my own miniature factory—a Level Pay-to-Win Chamber, with fees charged based on ten-level zones... No cultivation needed, no intense grinding required, no arduous effort necessary, just pay-to-win! Yes, just deposit money, and you can directly purchase levels from me, allowing you to become stronger! Click, click, click—instantly reaching level eighty and changing classes in one second, can you imagine that? What are you waiting for? Come participate enthusiastically! The poor rely on cultivation, the rich rely on technology! This technological cultivation path is worth trying!"

Everyone was instantly dumbfounded.

So this is the true Grantham!