NABC Chapter 983: A Sincere Invitation to Faculty and Students of Kassel College to the Institute for Aca
Chapter 983: A Sincere Invitation to Faculty and Students of Kassel College to the Institute for Aca
Chapter 983: A Sincere Invitation to Faculty and Students of Kassel College to the Institute for Academic Exchange (Supplement to Yesterday's Chapter)
Klein ultimately contained the old lottery machine for everyone and agreed to cooperate with the Protoss researchers to conduct experiments by drawing chaotic creatures when needed by the Great Void Alliance.
In return, he received a black card that allowed him to overspend in the macro world as a management fee for containing this dangerous item.
"Mr. Su Lin, could you please let go?"
"This doesn't fit your image as a god of poverty. Are you going to betray your own persona?"
Su Lin pinched half of the card tightly between her thumb and forefinger.
"Who would want a character like that?!" Klein couldn't help but complain.
Having finally managed to get the black card back, Klein looked at the scratches on it caused by the struggle with some heartache and tried to wipe them clean.
Before heading back, you can buy some pastries at Sylvia's dessert shop. The chocolate cake we had earlier was quite delicious; the rich cocoa flavor, along with the milk and sugar, balanced out the bitterness.
Perfect timing! I'll also bring some delicious desserts for Melissa; it's been a long time since I've been back.
"You said when I was little that you'd give me half of your inheritance when I grew up, Uncle Zhou," Su Lin's grumbling voice drifted from the side.
Putting aside the question of how a living person could inherit anything, even if you were incredibly cute when you were small, you wouldn't say something that doesn't fit the image of a poor god.
Just as Klein was thinking this, his spirit suddenly jolted, and the chaotic scene before his eyes seemed to be suddenly interspersed with an impression he had never had before.
"I voluntarily give half of my future earnings to Su Lin free of charge." The black-haired, black-eyed man said this in front of everyone.
What's with this weird third-person perspective?
No, is there an extra Zhou Mingrui?
At the same time, Iwamori and the others suddenly frowned, while Meng Qi seemed to sense that the cause and effect had been triggered and looked at Su Lin.
The man was holding a simple, classic quill pen and writing notes in a small booklet he had never seen before. Then, he suddenly scribbled over the original contents, as if he were doing graffiti.
The time-space scenes that appeared out of nowhere in Klein's memory also disappeared completely, merging into a bunch of symbols.
"I thought we could rewrite history like an old book of time, but instead we've created a fake person?"
Su Lin dispersed the historical projection of Alshurst's Pen and looked at Klein somewhat embarrassedly: "Let's just pretend nothing happened."
Are you kidding me at this moment?
Seeing that this guy had pulled out some strange thing he'd never seen before, Klein was even thinking of handing over the black card to Su Lin as an elder, and then legitimately keeping that strange booklet for him.
Klein conjured a gold coin, flicked it into the air, and performed a divination.
He no longer needs to rely on these methods to get results, but he still has to follow the usual procedures.
The results showed that the booklet was somewhat dangerous and shouldn't have been handled by a child; it would have been safer to leave it with Su Lin.
"Could those things be randomly selected from the same batch?" Xiao Yan leaned closer.
"It's not that cheap."
"?"
This is outrageously rich.
Xiao Yan clicked his tongue, then pulled Su Lin along and used the remaining judges' rewards and the 'Su Lin Points' he had accumulated over this period to exchange for some rare medicinal herbs that he planned to use for refining pills with the Azure Divine Fungus.
It has to be said that, apart from the cultivation techniques which are not worthwhile, the rest of the goods in Su Lin's possession are still more cost-effective to exchange directly.
Next up was Song Shuhang.
This survivor of the "steady yet reckless" dual-style, due to his still shallow cultivation, intends to divide this share in two.
One portion will be used to pay off the debt to Senior White, and the other portion will be used to buy some luck-boosting items. If you're careful with your spending, it will last a long time.
"I suggest you save up more so you can buy things like immortality potions, elixirs of immortality, and the secret technique of rebirth through blood," Su Lin sincerely advised.
Song Shuhang was somewhat tempted, but he also knew what the other party was up to:
"To be honest, Senior Su Lin, I recently bought a few sets of special resurrection coins from some big seller. Each set has 12 coins, so they should last a long time."
"Do you even believe that yourself?" Su Lin asked with a hint of sympathy.
"I believe you." Song Shuhang looked up at the sky and sighed, holding back his tears.
Then, he exchanged some kitchen utensils.
"On the night I finished eating at the prison, I dreamed of the senior Guo Shouque and learned some cooking skills from his experiences."
Song Shuhang rolled up his sleeves, revealing his biceps, and smiled:
"Won't I take Chu Chu as my apprentice in the future? Then I won't need to trouble Fairy Bie Xue anymore. I can just pass on my culinary skills to her."
"By the way, seniors, you can come and find me if you want to eat any dishes in the future."
"After I've exchanged cooking tips with Huai Shi and Emiya Shirou, and familiarized myself with the techniques..."
What's the point of communicating here?
Although I knew long ago that Song Shuhang's talent for entering dreams was ridiculously high, actually encountering it was something that could only be described as defying the heavens.
Similar to using the Book of Destiny to browse and read records, the speed of learning skills is like copying and pasting.
You've practically filled the projections of Guo Shouque's and the previous generation's Yi Ya Chef Demon's skills into a good amount of detail. Why don't you become my teacher?
Far away in his own world, Huai Shi saw the message Song Shuhang sent in the chat group and almost vomited up a mouthful of blood along with the leftovers from last night.
It wasn't motion sickness, even though he was currently riding the Starry Sky Train, using Lao Gan Ma's "360-degree surround sound original audio with automatic correction and DJ mode" cool speakers, playing the Robin BGM from the game, and fiercely heading towards Lao Gan Ma's erotic dream and the completed blockade of the mobile border - [Starry Sky] train.
"Thomas the Tank Engine is here!"
Boom boom boom——!
On the surface of the Starship, which is currently heading towards the abyss, a huge shadow is disintegrating amidst the turmoil.
The situation is urgent. In order to save the early infected from the recovering Queen of the Dreams, and to rescue the mech brothers they have not yet met.
Huai Shi had to call a few helpful friends in the group and borrow a vehicle to catch up with the Starship.
So now, the plot of Starship Troopers has not only been fast-forwarded, but has also been drastically altered to show two trains performing speed and passion on the Road to the Abyss.
[Towards dawn, the wheels roll on, singing of an endless dream!]
Beep—! Rumble rumble!
The viscous, writhing shadows exploded again under the second impact of the Star Train, and the grotesque flesh and blood stretched towards the train, but it seemed as if an invisible barrier separated them.
"Old Godmother, I brought Old Godfather's eldest son to visit you, an elderly woman who has lost her only child!"
What was that saying again?
"Is it about not letting waiting become a regret?"
Amidst countless collapsed carriages and a corrupted dreamscape, Huai Shi jumped off the train, spouting all sorts of witty remarks while eagerly searching for his mission objective.
At that moment, the menacing silhouette of shadows had already surrounded them.
"Big cousin, are you there?!"
An elegant profile emerged as he stepped into the dark slurry, calmly observing the tentacles and hundreds of eyes that enveloped him.
From the very spot where he stood, deep within the invisible, decaying dream, a tranquil world filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers took shape and form.
"Sorry, I was just listening to music." Sunday sincerely apologized.
"Originally, when this song was played, the train was supposed to be piercing you," Xing said earnestly as she stepped down from the side.
"It's not too late to surrender now. We'll accept surrendering in 15 minutes."
On Sunday, he shook his head: "I just hope to get back to Pinocchio as soon as possible and finish what I haven't done."
Faced with Sunday's stubbornness, Xing had no choice but to pull out his flaming gun and launch an attack.
However, her target was the distorted and bloated female shadow that appeared at the edge of the sky and the sea, which was swallowed up by various black torrents that reduced people's SAN value.
A nightmare struck.
During the endless fall, a raccoon with molten gold eyes, carrying a baseball bat, awakens inside the Hellish Dream of the Starship.
The King of Trash has reappeared in the mortal world?!
A group of Dream Devourers were swept away into ashes by the destructive silver light and the protective flames.
The raccoon raged, shouting, "We will never allow a wicked woman like you to enter the gates of the Starry Sky family!"
I almost forgot to tell Lao Gan Ma that I also brought the ranch owner's entire extended family along.
"We're all family. How about we set up a table for everyone to sit down and chat after this is all over?" Huai Shi looked at Sunday beside him: "Your ideal."
"Mr. Huai Shi, before you chose to destroy the 10,000 bags and 1 bucket on Witch's Night, did you believe that communication could solve the problem and uncover its root cause?" Sunday asked.
Huai Shi pondered in silence for a moment, then looked up and said, "I'm sorry."
"An ideal is called an ideal precisely because it not only originates from reality but also transcends it." Sunday shook his head slightly: "You don't need to apologize to me; on the contrary, I should thank you."
So please leave this matter to me.
The thorns, overflowing with vibrant light, began to extend outwards. Sunday walked forward through the thorns. The dream realm authority that should have belonged to the Queen of Corruption was not only weakened by its corrosive influence at this moment, but even the control gradually fell into the hands of outsiders.
Previously, some members in the group used time travelers to conduct experiments; we should really get a time traveler to fight Jesus Day.
Huai Shi watched this scene with a sigh of relief, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Speaking of which, it seems I've forgotten some less important things, such as...
Where did those troublemakers from Golden Dawn go?
Unable to reach a conclusion, Huai Shi raised his axe, cleaved open the iron outer shell, and marched into the interior of the Starship.
Approximately several hours later.
The giants of the underworld awoke from within the dream of hell, their blazing spears of light slicing through the ruler's mangled body.
Goodbye, godmother, I'm setting sail tonight!
On the observation screen of the Bureau of Control, the viscous mud summoned by the ruler's corrupt dream solidified in the high temperature, the soil of the nightmare cracked, and a majestic and huge figure rode on wings of light and flame, soaring into the sky with a mighty roar.
"Confirmed, Lord of the Flies has been taken in by Huai Shi and has become Osiris's new pilot."
"The historical trajectory and the textual document 'Apocalypse Forecast' highly overlap; the personal profile has been corrected to 'Scribe of Fate,' with the element of destruction being 'Savior.'"
"The theory of global intervention is established, and preparations for the third type of contact are complete."
Inside the meeting room, apart from Ekaterina from the Russian Federation lineage and Russell, who was present at the time of the incident, who were nowhere to be seen, the key personnel who had signed the meme agreement were reading the document.
"So, who should we send to contact our savior and then initiate the follow-up contact plan?" Yegor tossed down a pile of documents.
"Damn it, damn it! What are you dawdling about?!"
The microphones from the Institute of Life Sciences were turned on, and all sorts of noisy sounds, like a wild party for gorillas and monkeys, came up one after another, celebrating things like freedom of writing papers and freedom of research topics.
"The outer void dimension and the universe are all new things. We might even be able to conquer a few worlds and change our environment. What are you all still dawdling about?!"
"Just give Huai Shi whatever he wants."
"Hey!? Is my microphone malfunctioning?"
Yegor preemptively adopted the airs of the chairman. After silencing the group of mad scientists from the Institute of Survival, he looked at Ai Qing, who was staring at the screen.
"Ai Qing."
“I suggest applying for the capture and containment of destabilizing factors,” Ai Qing said coldly.
Not
Everyone knows you want to lock that young man in the basement. Using a public vehicle for private purposes... well, let's just leave it at that.
Jingle Bell--
A private dedicated line was connected.
"Hey, can you hear me?! We're sending Hela to the Continuing Life Institute!"
Upon hearing this, the meeting room erupted in discussion.
“We, the silent ones, stand with Fu Yi.”
"The Dongxia Social Security Bureau voted for our Xiaobai."
"I watched Luo Xian grow up."
"You bunch of @#!"
Yegor resisted the urge to flip the table and only managed to calm down after taking a few stomach pills.
I didn't call you here to take sides or ship couples, you bunch of idiots!
"Ai Qing, you go and handle it."
Yegor said to the person next to him, "Whether it's resource exchange or some unreasonable conditions, the key is to open up channels for communication first."
Ai Qing nodded, pushed open the door, and left.
"Whom should we start with? God?"
"Those idiots from the Continuing Institute just finished the Battle of the Seat, and they got turned into RBQs and beaten to a pulp."
"There are better candidates."
A collection of novels from the Dragon Raja series was listed, followed by several photos taken in the Borderlands and Hell, showing Lu Mingfei, Erii, and Zero on vacation.
"Luo Yonghao's daughter is in contact with them; they've been exchanging travel experiences recently."
"Hasn't that fourth-tier writer from the Twilight lineage been recruited yet?"
"No, I think this kind of information-related phenomenon is more suitable for dissection."
Yegor patted the table, and the meeting room quieted down. He then turned the microphone back on from the Institute of Preservation.
"Yegor, your mother!"
"After I was elected president, the various expenses of the continuing institute were increased by 500%."
May you enjoy good health and happiness for your whole family.
The tone on the other end immediately changed: "President, please give me your orders."
"The Institute of Preservation should not mind having more scholars and creators?" Yegor asked.
"What do you mean?"
Lu Mingfei, who was traveling, received a letter from Huai Shi, whose face was green and whose legs and hands were trembling. He opened it, completely bewildered.
—"A sincere invitation is extended to the faculty and students of Kassel College to visit the existing institute for academic exchange."
I got home late tonight, 45 minutes late. Sorry.
(End of this chapter)