Chapter 884: Continuous Successions

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Author: The 300-Jin Smile

What exactly is happening here?

From VIP1 to VIP7, the process entails you spending lavishly, hunting enemies, venturing out, and then returning to the system shop to purchase various abilities and realms to strengthen yourself. This inherently involves massive deductions, akin to working for a predatory merchant.

But what happens when you reach VIP8? Once you've used vast resources to break through to an Eighth-Tier God, you are no longer your own person. Instead, you belong to the other party... all the resources, power, and combat strength you accumulated, even your very self, become their property! This is more than just a predatory merchant; it's practically a no-capital business! They will strip you bare, devour all your possessions incrementally, until nothing of you, not even your very self, remains. And what about the other party? They are likely still grateful, happily unaware they've been exploited.

"This method is truly shameless," Caroline mused silently. "They devised this plan in an instant... it's a strategy based on the characteristics of my entire race." After all, what is the fundamental principle of the system shop? It's binding! It prevents purchasers from privately selling or exchanging techniques and bloodlines. Core techniques and bloodlines are only sold after VIP8 because once someone becomes VIP8, they become part of the entire race—they become her people. This directly solves the problem, with no fear of leakage. She can modify memories in their minds, forming the "bound" unique skill mode seen in online games.

During the Imperial Conference:

*Whoosh!*

Through a pillar of pure white light, the trusted aide quickly arrived. A terrifying aura emanated from him, as if he existed in a higher-dimensional space, out of place with his surroundings. His pair of antlers was exceptionally handsome and elegant.

"My heavens, he really has become a god." Everyone felt this aura and was instantly shaken. Their gazes were incredibly fervent. This was their empire's first deity, their race's first god. This already signified so much; the glory of their ancestors was being restored.

"A god! They actually did it..." Countless people gathered around, watching and preparing to examine him.

"This is an incredible technological feat; to truly allow a living being to cross the Eighth-Tier high-dimensional spatial path! It's a cosmic-level miracle!"

"Then hasn't our world become a real online game world? A system shop, level purchases? Upgrading to exchange resources?"

"This is terrifying! Is this the heaven-defying method of a higher cosmic civilization? Turning a real-world civilization into an online game!"

They could already imagine the future: streets filled with various powerhouses, exchanging and upgrading; it was truly like a post-apocalyptic online game. They were favored by a higher cosmic civilization, able to purchase technology and techniques whose principles were unimaginable.

Someone asked, "Now that you've become a god, what do you feel? Also, please descend from the high-dimensional space first; don't casually burn your lifespan."

At this moment, the newly formed antlered god paused slightly and murmured, "I feel... I cannot descend into lower-dimensional space...."

"What?!" As soon as he spoke, the entire hall fell silent. A god, unable to freely control high-dimensional space?! Wouldn't that god only live for three months? This was too horrifying. This defied all common sense. And how ridiculous; a god could only live as long as an insect in the real world—three months.

At this point, a nearby scientist carefully studied the situation and stated, "This might be a side effect... This terrifying, unknown cosmic technology forcefully fixes beings in higher-dimensional space to enable the breakthrough... but they can only remain fixed there, unable to descend into lower dimensions again." This deduction was very reasonable.

Then, another renowned elderly scientist added, "At the same time, the skin texture and cellular structure have become very strange; the overall structure has changed, becoming extremely dense and very heavy, with a weight increase of over thirty times.... Perhaps this is also related to the side effect of entering high-dimensional space."

"Indeed."

"This is clearly advanced technology from the God-Making Factory, very mysterious."

"We need to research this."

Everyone was pondering, as allowing a living being to enter the path of high-dimensional space could not be without cost; in their view, this was very reasonable. It was only natural that gods who broke through in this manner would have defects.

Emperor Tir, seated high above, asked coolly, "Where is the strategy committee? Summarize the current conclusions first."

A minister stepped forward, "Great Emperor, there are two characteristics before us: first, being forcibly fixed in high-dimensional space, and second, mutated cellular structures... both are suspected side effects. Most critically, being forcibly fixed in high-dimensional space means such a god can only live for about three months in reality. Perhaps this is also a means to resist the Pillar God Tathagata, allowing local native civilizations to quickly burn through their combat power for high-intensity extermination and counter-attacks! However, we believe this is irrelevant."

"Firstly, for the individual involved, he has still lived the lifespan of a normal god; there is no lifespan deficit. Secondly, and most crucially for us outsiders: is it too great a loss that the gods we cultivate with vast resources can only live for three months? You must understand, in the extraordinary world next door, every one of their gods is a suppressive-level combatant, protecting a power for thousands of years; three months would be devastating for them! But for us? Not so! Firstly, our technology-side gods' primary role is not combat, so they are naturally not suppressive-level combatants. Instead, they control high-dimensional combat instruments and spacecraft, and extend their own lifespans. Furthermore, three months is actually beneficial for us!"

"Why?" Emperor Tir asked.

"Three months is enough for a scientist to study a nine-thousand-year technological civilization. We will usher in an unprecedented era of rapid iteration and updates!" The staff officer said, "Yes, according to the laws of cosmic civilization development, a technological society capable of creating gods is truly entering a Ninth-Tier civilization. Therefore, the God-Making Factory is the threshold... because god-level scientists can live for nearly ten thousand years, researching in high-dimensional space. The implications are immense!"

All the council members and conglomerate leaders below discussed animatedly, their hearts greatly stirred. Indeed, the significance of a god-scientist with a lifespan of ten thousand years is immense. Their role is not combat, but researching various law-based weapons! At that time, technology would grow and strengthen at a constant exponential rate, and this growth rate would be fixed. This is also a terrifying characteristic of Ninth-Tier technological civilizations. This growth rate would be incredibly terrifying, until it approached the ultimate, final barrier of the universe. If not for this, how could a social civilization possibly contend with those individual Ninth-Tier great cosmic life forms in the vast universe? Those great enlightened beings who transcend cosmic laws? One is the individual limit: one person is a world, one civilization. The other is the collective limit: a group of people forms a world, a civilization.

Emperor Tir's voice was cold, yet the emperor exuded dominance and composure, smiling faintly: "Indeed. For gods on the transcendent side, a three-month lifespan is certainly problematic, as they need to oversee their forces for ten thousand years; three months is simply ridiculous. But for us, it signifies a rapid iteration of technology, and our scientists themselves can live that long." Everyone knew this was obvious. After all, the God-Making Factory was originally tailored for the technological path; it was simply not applicable to the transcendent side next door.

The spokesperson for the strategy committee stated, "Your Majesty, we strongly recommend that our elderly scientists, whose lifespans are nearing their limits, become gods! After all, each of them is an immense asset to our civilization; dying of old age is a societal loss. Not only will they regain youth and a long lifespan, but they will also rapidly iterate technology in high-dimensional space. We will experience a burst of civilization, and we will have a certain power to resist the invasion of Pillar God Tathagata!"

Below, discussions arose, quickly turning into a debate.

"Yes, if our top scientists become gods and permanently reside in high-dimensional space, we will..."

"Have a technological explosion!"

"Our civilization will regain its ancient glory, and the restoration of peak technology will be just around the corner!"

Numerous high-ranking officials were incredibly excited and enthusiastic. This was true rapid progress. Nearby, countless scientists also had fervent eyes, eagerly applying for spots. For them, this was an enormous opportunity; many were on the verge of dying of old age, but now they could live for nearly ten thousand years! At the same time, they could fully immerse themselves in their beloved technological projects.

"Everyone, do not rush. You are all the backbone of the Empire; we will not forget you... After all, a nation built on science is our imperial core.... Strategy Committee, please provide a list of scientists as soon as possible." Emperor Tir took a deep breath and continued, "So, the exchange to become a god has been successful... What about the second and third exchanges?"

At this point, they had also exchanged for the Innate Space Transcendent Bloodline and the Nine Revolutions Profound Art simultaneously. However, the resources required to exchange for such peerless cosmic divine arts caused them immense pain.

At this moment, the god said, "I now possess the bloodline, a special organ rooted in my body! And I also have the cultivation technique."

Everyone's hearts pounded with dread. Yet another terrifying mysterious technology? To implant a bloodline organ through technological means, granting someone the corresponding bloodline?

"Then quickly recite the cultivation technique!" someone nearby urged anxiously. "Show us the organ, let us see."

At this moment, the newly breakthrough god frowned and said, "I cannot recite it, nor can I show you the organ... Any form of transmission is not permitted. It's an inexplicable feeling."

As soon as he spoke, the entire hall was astonished. Had some terrible contract been signed? Even a god couldn't escape its restraints? At this moment, yet another mysterious technological method from this shop was revealed before them, thoroughly shaking them. However, what they didn't know was that this god was already a part of Caroline's memory.

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