Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 346 - 143: The Core of the System, Struggling Upward. _6

Chapter 346: Chapter 143: The Core of the System, Struggling Upward. _6

The Ancient God Arena is a good testament to this point.

But the Jile Evil Spirit proved with facts that no one at the same Combat Level is worse than it.

This was also Qi Sheng’s first time witnessing players in Monster World killing monsters beyond their level despite being outnumbered.

But this is precisely the reason why he chose to establish the Newbie Village space here.

The monsters on the snowfield will eventually be slaughtered.

But the troops created by the Lord of Jile will not.

He has invested a lot of resources here and certainly won’t give up easily, choosing to establish an experimental base on this snowfield, also valuing the numerous low-level monsters that can be used for training.

Theoretically, he provides players for the Lord of Jile to train with, which is in essence assisting in his development.

As for whether the combat system created by the Lord of Jile can keep up with the players’ growth pace, he is not worried.

The positioning of the Lord of Jile is different from the Earth Thought Evil Spirit.

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit is merely a negligible combat unit within the Horror Black Tide, with many stronger Evil Spirit Warriors than it that cannot exclusively enjoy the resources provided by the Black Tide.

But the Lord of Jile himself is a leader of a force, and can supply ample resources to the experimental base.

The only concern is how long the Lord of Jile can hold up under the rapid growth of the players, and whether he might emotionally collapse and give up prematurely.

...

Jile Hall.

Atop the random Transmission Altar, the Lord of Jile sits cross-legged, with one of the twelve deities of the Jile Clan, Evil Language, standing by his side.

At this moment, a message from the experimental base emerges in the mind of the Lord of Jile.

The images from the Frosty Winter Snowfield show a group of Player Clan engaging in a snowy brawl with the reproduced Jile Evil Spirit, with both sides fighting messily and disorderly like hooligans, creating a chaotic scene.

"My lord, how should we deal with the Player Clan, do you need me to act?" Evil Language by the side asks solemnly.

The Lord of Jile hears this, shakes his head indifferently:

"The test site just needs some sharpening stones, this group of descending Player Clan’s strength is far lower than the members who invaded Jile Palace last time, perfectly matching the current stage of the Purple Tide, in my view, this is a good thing."

After speaking, the Lord of Jile turns to Evil Language:

"Our experiments cannot remain in the basic construction phase forever; only actual combat can help us discover flaws and find directions for improvement and progress."

Upon hearing this, Evil Language opens his mouth but ultimately chooses silence.

"Evil Language, do you want to ask me why I’m persistent in imitation, and why imitate the Horror Black Tide, Combat Insect Clan, and Blue Lantern Clan simultaneously, these three models of legion and ability structure?"

Evil Language raises his head, looks at the majestic figure sitting cross-legged on the Teleportation Array, hesitates, then nods and says:

"My lord, why not choose one direction, but imitate three directions simultaneously? This will undoubtedly waste a lot of Power of Extreme Joy."

Upon hearing this, the Lord of Jile smiles:

"Because I cannot definitively determine which legion mode suits us best, I have never given up on the road of pursuing innovation, yet I also understand how difficult technical innovation is. These three legions are strong clans in my eyes that have ascended to the World Summit, I want to try to traverse their paths to the peak again, learn their essence, integrate the strengths of all, and eventually carve out my own path to the peak."

As he speaks, the altar rotates, the Lord of Jile faces Evil Language, and softly says:

"Ever thought of returning to your homeland?"

"Sworn to follow my lord to death, where the lord does not retreat, I do not retreat." Evil Language immediately kneels on one knee and speaks.

"I know you miss the past, as do I." Speaking, the Lord of Jile raises his Right Hand, instantly enveloping the hall scene in purple light.

Power of Extreme Joy generates the hometown illusion.

The Lord of Jile’s gaze passes through the intertwined lights and shadows, through the river of time, back to the past in the illusion, with an indescribable tenderness and nostalgia hidden in his eyes, like gently touching the outlines of old time in memory.

His mouth unconsciously curves upward.

"When Extreme Joy envelops the world, my world will no longer have suffering, sadness, despair...."

The Lord of Jile looks at himself standing at the World Summit in the memory scene, filled with reminiscence.

"Back then my goals were pure, without any constraints or burdens."

As he speaks, a trace of sadness quietly climbs onto the Lord of Jile’s brow, unnoticed but soon overwhelmed by nostalgia.

"Since arriving in this world, do you know why I am unwilling to return?"

Facing the question, Evil Language briefly remains silent before responding:

"Subordinate does not know."

"Only when one recognizes their own ignorance can the pride in their bones be shattered, but acknowledging one’s ignorance does not mean denying oneself. I just found a broader road."

"Once I stood at the peak, overlooking the multitude of beings below, curious until I passed through the clouds above only to realize standing at the starting point of a higher summit, crushed was the pride in my bones, ignited was my blood for chasing the future."

Speaking to this point, the Lord of Jile reveals a hint of self-mockery in his eyes:

"The process of losing confidence is undoubtedly painful, the Catastrophe Battle is always etched in my heart, forming a shadow, letting me see my own insignificance. But this scar also motivates me to move forward, now more living beings enter Monster World, changing the world situation every second."

"Billions of beings vie for the World Summit, struggling upward, only then did I discover this vast world can be so splendid, at that moment I pledged to join this long struggle even if it meant being crushed as a stepping stone by other forces."

"Choose to reign in a small world like an ant or struggle in the vast world with billions of clans, I chose the latter."

"Though an ant, I refuse to live in obscur corners, looking up to the sky, I vow to measure the world’s boundary with my slender feet, shake the seemingly unbreakable wall of destiny with my weak power, I firmly believe being born weak is not the end of my destiny but the prologue that inspires me to strive forward, to stand proudly atop the world from the position of a weakling."

Evil Language stands silently, seeing endless desire in the Lord of Jile’s eyes.

It seems everything in the world can be trodden underfoot, past confusion and timidity dispelled by the dignity in the heart, leaving only infinite yearning for the future and the desire for conquest, ambition in the heart seems to pierce through the sky, embracing stars and the bright moon, fearlessly writing his own legend in Monster World.

"My lord, Evil Language swears to follow your footsteps to death."

The Lord of Jile, upon hearing this, his quickly changing facial expression freezes, a smile on his handsome face:

"The resources invested in the test site are less than one ten-thousandth of the resources produced by Jile Palace; continue increasing resource investment. Replicating and imitating is not only our way of learning and advancing, but also to understand our opponents. If we have the chance to stand at the World Summit in the future, these three strong clans will be formidable enemies in our continued climb upward, and only by understanding them can we better defeat them."

"Subordinate understands." Speaking, Evil Language’s gaze also becomes firm.

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