Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 180 - 167 Flying Sword and Immortal Elixir

Chapter 180: Chapter 167 Flying Sword and Immortal Elixir

Han Xiaoyue narrowed her eyes and pondered for a long time before a thought arose in her heart.

She had discovered the true purpose of the internet cafe!

She slowly let out a breath of relief.

During the "Blood Demon" disaster, there was a Subordinate Demon God that should have perished in the Time River, but now it had survived.

"So in the future, its ability will be forcibly borrowed?" she mused.

"Such... such authoritarian rules."

...

The odd customer came here and recharged a hefty amount, making Wang Hao particularly satisfied.

But after his pleasure subsided, as if he had accomplished something important, he suddenly fell into a special state of Wise Man Mode.

"Moving forward, there probably won’t be any interesting customers anymore, everything is proceeding in an orderly fashion."

The gamut of emotions that came with opening a shop had already been fully experienced once.

From now on, there might still be some surprises, but they would require time to brew.

Wang Hao suddenly said, "Xiaoyue, how about we go on a trip tomorrow?"

"You really want to make a scene, huh? What about this shop?" Han Xiaoyue was still wracking her brains trying to figure out what kind of impact this odd person could bring, or was he just staying here without any other intent?

She complained, "How many days has this shop been open?"

"I’ve already enjoyed the pleasure of success," Old Wang retorted craftily, "The significance of opening a shop lies in the attempt."

"We have an unmanned self-service management system here, so even if we go travelling, the business won’t be affected. Plus, we have high-quality wealthy customers... there shouldn’t be any issues."

Wang Hao glanced at the customer in the corner. That strange fellow had crawled out of the private room and finally taken off the raincoat, donning the complimentary work uniform instead.

His face was a bit pale; he was just an ordinary young man tinkering with the Monster beverage machine.

After fussing around for a while, the Monster beverage machine spat out a bottle of cola.

Clang!

Did that guy actually make a surprised sound of admiration?

Holding the cola, he chuckled, "Hehehe."

Whatever, let him do as he pleases.

Customers are Gods; one shouldn’t instruct customers on what to do.

He glanced at the computer again. "This guy’s name is Ling Pingzhi... 20 years old, what a weird name. His ID shows that he is a male."

The person called Ling Pingzhi seemed to sense Wang Hao’s gaze and shuddered before scurrying back into his private room.

Wang Hao fell silent. The computer displayed that the other party was playing a particularly foolish Game: Whac-A-Mole.

He touched his chin. "He’s a bit of a wacko, tough to deal with... Well, let’s not be bothered, given that he’s a wealthy customer."

He suddenly had another thought.

"Why don’t we really go on a trip?"

"Where to?"

"How about Taishan? There might be some fun things to do there."

He didn’t understand why he wanted to climb Taishan.

It was just a thought that had occurred to him.

Han Xiaoyue was momentarily stunned, a mysterious smile emerging on her face as she kindly suggested, "Climbing mountains in the summer can be very hot, and you’ll get quite tanned."

"That seems... true," Wang Hao pondered and agreed with the notion.

Summer was too hot for mountain climbing and left no time for gaming.

He had not played any games in several days.

Han Xiaoyue suggested, "How about going to the beach?"

Wang Hao’s eyes immediately lit up!

Going to the beach... not only could he enjoy looking at girls, but he could also lie down and play games. How nice!

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...

The leadership of the Black-clothed Guard was busy.

Or rather, they were in a state of fervent discussion.

The fresh-out-of-the-oven investigation results regarding the "Game Training Camp" were in!

Without a doubt, the ambition of the "Game" was immense, revealing a willingness to collaborate with humanity and thus being deemed a "Trust Level" Demon God.

Indeed, this training camp would bring unimaginable benefits to all of humanity. Given some time, the Human World would undergo earth-shattering changes!

"Based on the current tests..."

"A shattered Rune Blade, repaired in the Rough Processing tier, only needed to consume 40-60 source and a minimal amount of materials."

"Three Rune Blades, along with some materials on the machine, could be combined at the Fine Processing tier to create an indestructible Flying Sword, which roughly required 300 units of source."

This combined sword was taken out by the investigative team and presented to Earth’s scientific researchers for study.

It was silvery throughout, shimmering brightly under the fluorescent lights.

The runes on it were barely recognizable, resembling the "Cicada Wing Rune" similar to the Rune Blade, possibly an upgraded version with only strengthened effects.

Even more astonishing to the researchers was the material that composed this sword, which was actually lighter than a piece of paper, and the surface of the Flying Sword had almost no friction.

This meant it could be manipulated by thought more easily, striking enemies from a great distance.

"This synthesis might follow certain rules to some extent. Exploring these rules will become the focus of future research,"

"Additionally, 3 Immortal Beans and some common herbs were combined at the Fine Processing level, resulting in an unknown Elixir that required 363 units of source for consumption."

This Elixir was pitch black and unremarkable, much like the mercury-containing golden pills concocted by ancient Alchemists.

However, through experiments with trace amounts of the powder on animals, it was discovered that this powder could greatly activate cellular vitality, repair damaged telomeres, and even made cancer within a lab mouse disappear on its own.

In other words, the effect of this Elixir was to greatly infuse life force, allowing living beings to survive much longer.

To make a person live longer!

With no side effects and no messy Demon Gods involved, it was a supernatural product that could be tested repeatedly.

This result was truly astonishing!

"Just a few hours of investigation, and so many positive results have appeared."

"But, won’t we consume nearly 1000 units of source if we keep experimenting at this pace, isn’t that a bit too fast?"

The elder of Black-clothed Guard No. 1 frowned, feeling joyful inside but on the surface he sighed heavily, "The entire world’s source together wouldn’t be enough for your consumption in a month, right? The speed of this expenditure is comparable to a nuclear explosion!"

"I think the Black-clothed Guard will have to consider bankruptcy next month."

"What if the Ultra-precision Processing level consumes even more, and we haven’t tried that yet..."

The furnace of Rough Processing was a small room.

But the furnace of Ultra-precision Processing level was a small mountain.

There was a fundamental difference between the two.

Number 24 chuckled, "Sir, we don’t have to rely entirely on the Game’s synthesis feature."

"This function provides us more with inspiration and exploration."

"Like this massless Flying Sword, it could be made from a special material that has resonated with Idealist power, which we call ’Gen Gold.’ Even if we replicate some lower-grade versions, it is still profitable."

"Who knows, in the future, we might be able to manufacture these Strange Objects using source?"

"The Elixir too has potential for research and replication. We don’t aspire to match the original, but even one-tenth of the efficacy would greatly extend human life expectancy. We could easily eradicate many diseases. Cancer, diabetes, kidney disease, and so on could be cured, a blessing for all of humanity! It would create an immensely huge market!"

"However, that Elixir also requires Immortal Beans as raw material," said lady No. 28 weakly, "Source, we might find a way, but what about the many Immortal Beans we have collected?"

"That’s for you to consider, lady No. 28."

"The mass production plan for Immortal Beans needs to be put into process, which is the most urgent task at present."

"Indeed," the elder No. 1 agreed, nodding, "We can put other work aside, the cultivation of Immortal Beans is urgent."

"Alright," the voice of lady No. 28, already weak, fell even lower.

She was swayed once again, but how easy is it to make breakthroughs in supernatural studies?

Successful cultivation of Immortal Beans was already a stroke of incredible luck, and now they expect mass production? Dream on!

Sun Qingqing couldn’t help but want to roll her eyes but dared not do so.

Maybe, there’s a possibility...

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...

Thus, the highly anticipated "Taishan Cooperation Conference" officially began amid expectations.

Undercurrents surged; it was a conference that could change the global landscape for the first time in decades.

Countless backroom deals were made and numerous discussions undertaken by the world’s major Supernatural Organizations before the representatives of various countries took a deep breath, satisfied to sit in their seats.

Games of power are often played in the shadows.

By a few individuals in a small room.

In an open meeting, little of substance can actually be discussed...

Thus, before the meeting began, all important negotiations had essentially concluded.

The so-called "Taishan Cooperation Conference" was merely a procedural formality, a chance to explain to the smaller nations, followed by a vote, to exhibit apparent "fairness and justice."

In reality, many smaller organizations simply didn’t have the privilege to be involved in the grand game of the great powers. If they could follow and gain some benefits without being exploited, it was already a good outcome.

The ultimate nature of the world is still the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, the strong preying on the weak.

Since the establishment of the Yalta System after World War II, it has only given smaller countries a chance to be heard.

If anyone truly believes that a superpower with a population of over a billion has the same rights and status as a tiny nation with only a million inhabitants, they’re simply naive.

But this time, before the conference began, the expressions of the delegates from the major organizations were somewhat restrained, looking as if they were constipated, with furrowed brows, a hint of discomfort but also a sense of relief.

Clearly, something earth-shattering had happened.

The spokespeople of the host, the Black-clothed Guard, remained expressionless yet confident, occasionally revealing a mysterious smile.

As for the rest of the representatives of the various organizations...

Each one adopted a silent and reserved demeanor, unwilling to say too much.

They knew nothing, so don’t ask!

Completely unable to discern what that expression really meant.