Chapter 940: Chapter 513: Then Join Them_2 Chapter 940: Chapter 513: Then Join Them_2 After eating, Wu Wei began to think about where he could go if he couldn’t find Hakurei Silver Dream.

There were just too many places to go here, and it seemed like there was always something to do anywhere.

He could spend some money to take a class. Some New Celestial Honors who had been invited by other players seemed to love lecturing to the players, even though he didn’t understand what they were saying. However, the game’s mechanics meant that as long as he stood there and listened for a while, he would receive cultivation rewards and could then improve some of his own strength.

Or he could go work for someone. Star Interstellar Farmer was a profession in demand everywhere; the major guilds were desperate for good candidates, eager for them to help improve the planetary environment, making their territories more habitable.

He could also just do nothing and sit here watching the bustling crowd and spend a plain evening.

Looking at the busy street in front of him, Wu Wei marvelled at how a game could have so many ways to play.

He didn’t have to compete with others in a show of strength, nor did he have to engage in forced social interactions for the sake of something. The whole game was an enhanced version of reality but without all the bothersome issues in real life.

There was a sense of freedom here that made him feel like his real self was just a shell, and the him here was the true him.

Calmly watching the merchant ships rise and fall on the horizon, Wu Wei smiled gently.

If only there were a street stall.

He could make himself some snacks, then invite friends over to sing and spend a simple, leisurely evening.

With that thought, he stood up, took out his savings, and started to prepare.

Unlike the leisurely Wu Wei, Xiemen Waidao was very busy.

Looking at the interstellar territory in front of him, he stared hard for quite some time, and then said, “The urbanization here is still a bit too much.”

Mukuai 1234, who was nibbling on his merit, shuddered and then shouted, “Let me say this first, don’t use the same trick you employed in ‘Star’ to play ‘Stellar Nebula’. Concentrating the poor in one area and then exterminating them with a neutron purge is not a way to eradicate poverty.”

Xiemen Waidao clapped his hands violently and pointed at Mukuai 1234, saying, “Good idea, why didn’t I think of that before?”

“You actually didn’t think of it! I thought you would have done that right away!”

“What do you think of me?” Xiemen Waidao said, dissatisfied, “I am also an administrator of the Morals Aid Group, I think I’m quite moral.”

“With your moral bottom line being so flexible, who knows what you really intend to do!”

Watching Mukuai 1234 rage impotently, Xiemen Waidao originally wanted to discuss with her what morality truly was, but then thought better of it.

She had mysteriously avoided him for so many days, and now that she had finally shown up, he better not speak out of turn.

Noticing Xiemen Waidao staring at her, Mukuai 1234 moved the merit bomb from her pocket to one side, and then said, “What, I only ate a bit of your merit, and you have plenty of it anyway.”

“You know that I have a lot of merit, too.”

“…Quit the chatter, are you going to do it or not?”

“Do it? Of course. Who asked me to like you. No matter how much you eat, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Ah, thanks. Wait, did you just say something?”

“That’s your ears playing tricks on you.”

Xiemen Waidao was so certain that it made Mukuai 1234’s eyes widen.

She stared at Xiemen Waidao intensely, as if her piercing gaze could shatter him and excavate every thought from his heart.

But at this moment, Xiemen Waidao was as immovable as the Great Wall, rendering Mukuai 1234’s inquiry fruitless.

His certainty made Mukuai 1234 wonder if she really had heard things, or if she was just too infatuated with the bastard to the point of making things up in her head.

Seeing Mukuai 1234 genuinely start to doubt her own ears, Xiemen Waidao breathed a sigh of relief.

Confessing was a bit too premature for him.

He would wait until he was mentally prepared.

Maybe in another ten years, it would be about the right time.

Shaking himself, he cursed quietly, “Xiemen Waidao, Xiemen Waidao, you don’t even take the game seriously. What can you do!”

He slapped his face and forced himself to become spirited again, and Xiemen Waidao began to think about his next plan.

In “Stellar Nebula,” he was a Planetary Governor, owning his own planet.

This might sound impressive, but to balance out the difficulty of the game, the starting planet wasn’t a nice place at all; rather, it was full of dangers.

His planet was filled with all sorts of dangerous natives, those who seemed still stuck in a primitive society, with technology so low that being able to start a fire made you a top talent.

Unfortunately, even so, Xiemen Waidao failed to conquer this place.

Though their tech level was extremely low, they had somehow mysteriously mastered the skill of hand-rolled atomic bombs. Even a child could pull out a small boy from his trousers and hurl it at someone else.

The development team behind “Stellar Nebula” said each civilization was unique, but one where atomic bombs were children’s toys was indeed quite rare.

If he hadn’t recruited a group of heroes from “Please Inside, Guest,” he felt he wouldn’t have been able to hold even the initial settlement.

Yet even so, his hero Merlin died over a dozen times a day, prompting an uncharacteristic rise of sympathy from Xiemen Waidao.

Watching from inside, Xiemen Waidao’s expression slowly turned serious.

Hundreds of local natives stood outside his base, surrounding it and continuously taunting Xiemen Waidao inside.

His base was a safe zone, those Mars octopus-like natives couldn’t get in, but they had plenty of ways to disgust Xiemen Waidao.

Circling the safe zone, they kept spraying their ink towards it, the black, fishy liquid raining down like a storm, making Xiemen Waidao feel revulsed for the first time.

Although he didn’t know their intent, Xiemen Waidao felt it was definitely some kind of pollution.

At that moment, the door was pushed open, and Merlin, covered in black liquid, walked in, plopping down into a chair, refusing to move.

Black liquid continuously dripped down, and Merlin in the chair looked utterly defeated, staring blankly at the ceiling as if he had lost his soul. It took him a while before he said, “I feel like I’m a toilet cleaner.”

“You don’t need to feel that way, in my heart, you already are,” Xiemen Waidao affirmed.

“If you can’t be comforting, then shut up, or I’ll force this liquid down your throat.”

Cleaning himself with the drone, Merlin sighed and with a deep look in his eyes, he stared at Xiemen Waidao, “If it weren’t for my desire to restore world peace, I would never have come to help you.”

“Since you’re like saving the world already, what’s a little bit of dirt?”

“…Someday I’ll kill you!”

“Before you kill me, can you tell me what information you got this time?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing.”

With a sigh, Merlin felt hopeless.

When Xiemen Waidao invited the heroes to leave their world temporarily to explore this place, he was the first to respond.

To earn this opportunity, he even fought with other heroes, finally securing this spot and came here.

He thought it would be an epic battle to save the world, but ended up fighting octopuses instead.

The main point was he never won!

Who could have imagined that every one of these octopuses was a nuclear bomb expert, using nuclear bombs whenever something happened, getting scared and using nuclear bombs, even setting them off when something delightful happened.

Because of these reasons, he had almost no useful intelligence, even if he died and revived over a dozen times a day, he gained nothing.

Once the drone had him cleaned up, Merlin told Xiemen Waidao, “I can’t take it anymore. I came here to save the world, not to wrestle with octopuses. I suggest you retreat, this planet really isn’t working out.”

“Wait a bit longer, I’ll think of something. Let’s try one more time.”

“What else could there be! At this rate, everyone will think I’m selling my ass to the octopuses here!”

“Hmm… I’ve got it.”

Looking at Xiemen Waidao who had a sudden flash of inspiration, Merlin scoffed, “Don’t tell me you’re seriously considering selling your ass to the octopuses.”

“No, what I mean is, since we can’t beat them, why don’t we join them?”

“…You want to become an octopus?”

“Not that extreme, I just want to try communicating with them, see if we can get any information. Alright, I know you’re tired, I’ll go negotiate with them, wait for me to come back.”

Xiemen Waidao was gone for a whole day this time.

When he returned, everyone in the base looked at Xiemen Waidao, with their mouths agape in disbelief.

He had really turned into an octopus.