310: Chapter 313 Jiang Chen: So I'm not a self-made millionaire, I'm a second-generation rich kid?

The air in the laboratory was so quiet that one could even hear the sound of dust settling.

Jiang Chen stared blankly at the terminal screen; every line of code popping up revealed a truth sufficient to drive every ruler in the Milky Way Galaxy insane.

This wasn't some "System."

This damn thing was just an ancient, high-privilege "Administrator Console."

It was like buying a second-hand computer, opening the D drive, and finding the source code for the operating system of the entire universe inside.

He had always thought he was a so-called "Chosen One," relying on this damn System to scavenge from the Wasteland step by step, building his interstellar empire by selling spicy strips and braised pork.

So all this time? It was just "living off his ancestors"?

Jiang Chen pointed at the line on the screen [Permission Owner: Ancestor of the Jiang Clan (Heir Identity Activated)] and felt the corner of his mouth twitching wildly.

"Academician Chen Shuyin, come take a look."

Jiang Chen pulled Academician Chen Shuyin over and pointed at the explanation, his tone full of the helplessness of someone who had been spoiled, "I thought I was the hero defying fate, wielding a three-foot green blade, hacking down God-level Civilization, and reshaping the order of the universe."

"Turns out the System is telling me I'm just a landlord coming back to collect rent?"

"This is simply... simply too absurd!"

Academician Chen Shuyin pushed up her glasses, looking at the complex underlying logical code, her eyes numb with shock.

As a top scientist, she understood the meaning of this code even earlier than Jiang Chen.

"This isn't called living off one's ancestors."

Academician Chen Shuyin took a deep breath, her voice revealing a sense of destiny, "This is called 'Technology Transfer.' Look at these coding logics; their core hasn't even changed, it's just changed carriers, from the System in your brain back to this ruin."

"Your 'spicy strips for gold mines' business model was actually written into the underlying rules by that 'Ancestor' tens of thousands of years ago."

"You aren't creating miracles."

"You are executing... a program carved into your genes."

Jiang Chen slammed the glass in his hand onto the table, making a crisp "bang" sound.

He felt like his struggle over the past few years had been "defined" by an invisible hand.

All the entrepreneurship, all the hard work, all the maneuvering through storms of bullets—it turned out it was all just to retrieve this administrator account?

"Screw that."

Jiang Chen let out a laugh, but the laughter lacked the recklessness of before, instead carrying a hint of deep, cold sternness.

"I thought I had changed this world."

"Turns out, I'm just... a screw in the reboot of the world."

"No." Academician Chen Shuyin suddenly grabbed his hand, looking at him with firm eyes, "If you were just a simple heir to an inheritance, this System would have finished issuing tasks on the very first day you transmigrated. But it didn't."

"You did many things it didn't anticipate."

"For example, that nutrient-less braised pork canned food in the Wasteland."

"For example, you forcing that cold-blooded empress into a relationship."

"Jiang Chen, that 'Ancestor' gave you the key, but this path... is one you walked yourself."

Jiang Chen looked at Academician Chen Shuyin, and the emptiness caused by "living off his ancestors" finally dissipated at this moment.

That's right. No matter who gave this account. As long as I, Jiang Chen, want to, I can change it into a game account, or just delete it entirely.

"Forget it." Jiang Chen shrugged, that reckless attitude belonging to a "second-generation rich" returning, "Whether I'm a first-generation rich or a second-generation rich, the Milky Way Galaxy is under my control now anyway."

"I'm living off my ancestors, and I'm doing it with full justification."

"So where is the core location of this inheritance?" He looked at the screen, his eyes flashing with the light of plunder, "Didn't the System say this is just an administrator interface? Then where is the real 'Universal Vault'?"

Academician Chen Shuyin pulled up the star map and tapped her finger on the screen. "Right here."

"Behind the core black hole of the Milky Way Galaxy, in a spatial fold shielded by the 'Law of Causality'."

"Also known as the legendary... location of the universe's ultimate assets."

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, looking at the coordinates, the restlessness in his heart surging again.

If this "inheritance" was real. If that so-called "God-level Civilization" really treated the universe as a farm. Then what was hidden in this inheritance was likely not just resources, but... a god-killing weapon that could truly pull "The Keeper" off their chair.

"Prepare for an expedition." Jiang Chen stood up, picked up the storage box on the table, which had been stuffed full of spicy strips by him at some point, and shouted to the command room:

"Since I've become a 'second-generation rich,' I have to go and inherit the family property, right?"

"By the way, let's see who arranged this 'script' for us."

"No matter which god it is."

"Today, I'm going to pay the tuition in full!"

"Set off!"

The engines of the luan bird vibrated, and under the guidance of that dark golden coordinate, like an arrow drawn to full tension, it rushed directly toward the center of that dangerous black hole.

Academician Chen Shuyin followed behind Jiang Chen, looking at his firm yet somewhat arrogant back, and sighed softly.

Even if it really was a script. Even if this universe was a massive harvesting field. Jiang Chen, this madman, would absolutely change the script into whatever he wanted.

"You are the most terrifying monster of all." Academician Chen Shuyin whispered to herself.

She caught up with Jiang Chen's pace and walked toward the teleportation array leading to the final ruins. There, not only was the inheritance, but also the ultimate destiny that had lasted for seventy thousand years...

On the course of the interstellar expeditionary force, there was dead silence. Those alien fleets subdued by Jiang Chen followed closely behind the luan bird like a group of trembling attendants, not even daring to turn up their engine sounds.

They knew what this journey to the core area meant. It was a challenge to the truth of the universe. It was also a battle post delivered to those ancient existences.

Jiang Chen looked at the stardust passing by outside the porthole, his eyes cold and detached.

"Inherit the legacy, and while I'm at it, kill those voyeurs."

"This trip will be busy."

"But this is the 'entrepreneurship' I want!"

The moment the spaceship crashed into the spatial fold, the violent shaking almost overturned the command cabin, and all the lights flickered wildly at that moment. Yet Jiang Chen remained as steady as Mount Tai.

In that fragmented stream of light, he heard a voice from the distant shore, filled with extreme contempt: "Have you finally arrived? My poor... 'First Heir'."

Jiang Chen revealed a sinister smile: "Don't play god with me."

"Grandson, Grandpa is here to collect rent!"

The spaceship completely disappeared into this space-time, leaving behind for this universe only the legendary, arrogant reappearance of "Jiang Chen."