340: Farewell, training begins (two in one)

"System, was the Gene Potion I took earlier really a defective product?"

Lin Yang silently asked in his mind.

However, the System did not respond.

"System, System?"

Lin Yang asked twice more, but still received no response.

"This damn System is so unreliable!"

Muttering to himself, Lin Yang looked at the White Fatty Old Man and said, "Senior, do I still need to take a basic Gene Potion now?"

"No, although your physical fitness is a bit weak now, it's still stronger than ordinary people. Just take the intermediate Gene Potion directly. It might be a bit painful, but every bit of time saved helps," the White Fatty Old Man shook his head.

Lin Yang was slightly startled. This made him suddenly think of a crucial matter: "Senior, may I ask how much longer until the competition begins?"

According to what the White Fatty Old Man just said, the strongest participants in this competition should be the Medium Super Gene Warriors cultivated by those Universe Countries.

And to reach that level, even if ready-made Gene Potions are prepared for each stage, it would still take over a decade to fully absorb their effects.

If the competition was about to start, even if the White Fatty Old Man prepared Super Gene Potions for him, it would be too late!

The power gap between Gene Warriors of different levels is enormous.

Facing a Super Gene Warrior, unless one also becomes a Super Gene Warrior, it's almost impossible to win.

Lin Yang felt a bit speechless.

Given the current situation, let alone competing for the top ten, it's questionable whether he could even make it into the top hundred of the cosmic-level arena.

No wonder the Silver-haired woman, even with great confidence in him, said that making it into the top ten was his limit.

Now it seems the Silver-haired woman's confidence in him was a bit too optimistic.

"It starts in half a year."

The White Fatty Old Man smiled slightly: "Adding the year-long duration of the competition, you will have nearly a year and a half until the final top ten battle begins."

"That fast? How will I make it in time?" Lin Yang was dumbfounded.

"Indeed, it's too late, which is why I said from the beginning that there was no chance. It's just that Yue You insisted on recommending you, and I owe her some favors, so I could only agree."

The White Fatty Old Man continued to smile, then emphasized again:

"I figured Yue You probably isn't looking for you to achieve results in this competition, but rather to use me to get some resources to train you. So, as I said before, use the resources I provide to the fullest to improve yourself as much as possible."

"This..." Lin Yang suddenly felt a bit speechless.

It wasn't that he was speechless about the White Fatty Old Man's words.

It was the timing that left him speechless.

The time was too short. According to the situation described by the White Fatty Old Man, he basically had no chance.

Not only did he have no chance of entering the top ten, but he would most likely not even make it into the top hundred of the cosmic-level arena.

He might not even have much of a chance for the top thirty in the Home Universe.

And no chance meant he couldn't get this old man to continue helping protect Blue Star.

Nor could he, as the Silver-haired woman previously said, enter the cosmic-level arena, catch the eye of some important figures, and gain the qualification to protect Blue Star.

This was really messed up.

"Um, Senior, may I ask how often this competition is held?"

After a moment of thought, Lin Yang spoke.

Since he had no chance this time, he wanted to ask if he could participate next time.

He was still young now, far from thirty-five, and if he participated next time, there would be a much greater possibility of entering the top ten.

The White Fatty Old Man understood his meaning and said indifferently, "This competition is held approximately every thirty years. Sometimes it might be earlier, but it's impossible for you to participate next time. By then, you'll be over the age limit. This is a rigid standard that no one can change."

"Held approximately every thirty years?" Lin Yang frowned slightly, "Doesn't that mean one or even two generations of young people will miss this competition?"

"Pretty much," the White Fatty Old Man nodded.

"Although this competition involves certain Benefit distribution for those Universe Countries, isn't its main purpose to select talented individuals? Wouldn't doing this miss out on many good prospects?" Lin Yang was somewhat puzzled.

"Haha, so what if they're missed? You must understand that for those Universe Countries, there's no shortage of prodigies."

The White Fatty Old Man scoffed, then his tone shifted leisurely: "As for those who are missed, one can only say they were unlucky, born in the wrong era. Sometimes luck is very important."

Lin Yang's eyes instantly flashed.

The White Fatty Old Man's words were a bit realistic, but that wasn't the point. The point was that both the old man and the Silver-haired woman had repeatedly emphasized that luck was very important.

This left Lin Yang a bit perplexed.

Do these powerful individuals care so much about luck?

The White Fatty Old Man had been watching him, seemingly able to see through his inner thoughts. Seeing his expression, he slowly said:

"Of course, luck is very important. For example, you yourself, meeting Yue You is a kind of luck, and being able to catch this competition at just the right time, these are all manifestations of luck."

"You can think carefully, if not for just the right amount of luck, would you have this opportunity? Although there's not much chance of getting the ranking I want, I will do my best to help you. Even if you are eliminated early, I will try my best to take you to the cosmic-level arena to observe. This is an opportunity and an experience that many people can never touch in their lives."

"And aren't all these brought about by repeated instances of opportune luck?"

"Uh..." Lin Yang was somewhat taken aback.

Although he felt that what the White Fatty Old Man said seemed to have a tiny flaw, attributing everything to luck.

But it also seemed to be true.

If it weren't for luck, he wouldn't have encountered Feng's coffin, and naturally, this series of events wouldn't have followed.

Luck, mysterious and profound.

Indescribable, ineffable.

Lin Yang couldn't help but rub his forehead, temporarily pushing these thoughts aside.

Now was not the time to worry about whether luck was important, but to find a way to get into the cosmic-level arena as much as possible.

"Kid, do you have any more questions? If not, I'll give you half an hour to say goodbye to your family. In half an hour, you'll come with me for training."

The White Fatty Old Man glanced at Lin Yang again and said indifferently, "Although your chances of even entering the cosmic-level arena are slim, I will still train you with all my might. If your ranking is too low, I will lose face."

Hearing this, Lin Yang was instantly overjoyed: "Thank you, Senior!"

"Don't be happy so soon. With such a tight schedule, if you want to achieve a slightly higher ranking, you will inevitably have to put in several times the usual effort and endure several times the pain. My training plan will be very intense, so let's see if you can even withstand the training plan first."

The White Fatty Old Man waved his hand and started timing: "Now I'm going to fold the cosmic space of your hometown. I'll pick you up in half an hour."

With that, the White Fatty Old Man's figure vanished directly from Lin Yang's sight.

Lin Yang dared not delay. First, he contacted Zhao Zizhen, telling him that he was about to follow the mysterious senior for training and await the competition.

Then he went to the Moon Tiangong Base again, granting Cang Miao the maximum authority within the base.

This time, following the White Fatty Old Man for training, he definitely couldn't bring Cang Miao along.

He arranged for Lin Mu and Cang Miao to stay at the Tiangong Base.

At the same time, he also gave Butler One some technical data, preparing to upgrade the Robots in the base.

Now, Blue Star and even the entire Solar System were protected by the White Fatty Old Man using folded space, allowing for confident development.

So Lin Yang transmitted all the usable technology, developing as much as possible during this period.

After arranging these matters, Lin Yang went home to say goodbye to his mother.

To be honest, the moment he stepped through the door, his heart was a little uneasy; he was somewhat afraid to face Zhang Fang.

Having been gone for over a year, and now returning for only a few days before leaving home again, he found it hard to speak.

But Zhang Fang seemed to have been mentally prepared for this moment. Seeing his hesitant expression, she spoke before he could: "Son, go ahead and do what you want to do and what you need to do. Mom will wait for you to come home."

"Mom..." Lin Yang's heart trembled. Looking at the smile on Zhang Fang's face, his myriad words ultimately condensed into a single "Mom!"

"Go, my son is promising, and it makes me proud. You are now the great hero who saved the world. Don't worry about me at home; I will always be proud of you!" Zhang Fang said with a smile on her face.

Lin Yang was silent for a moment, finally hugging his mother before turning and leaving.

The moment he left, the smile on Zhang Fang's face faded, replaced by worry.

A mother worries when her child travels far.

Although Zhang Fang said nothing was wrong, how could she truly not worry at all?

It was just that Lin Yang was no longer a child and bore many responsibilities, so she couldn't hold him back... Lin Yang also felt a bit sad. He naturally saw that the smile on his mother's face was forced, just to make him feel at ease when he left.

"Sigh..."

Sighing in his heart, Lin Yang thought for a moment and sent a few messages to He Fatty before the White Fatty Old Man picked him up.

He told He Fatty to visit Zhang Fang often when he had time.

They had grown up together since childhood, and in Zhang Fang's heart, He Fatty was basically like a half-son. If He Fatty visited more often, Zhang Fang would surely feel much better.

As soon as he sent the message, his communicator rang the next second.

It was a call from He Fatty.

"Holy crap, Lin Yang, are you planning to disappear again?!"

As soon as the call connected, He Fatty became agitated.

"What disappear? Your buddy is going to fight to save the world again, understand?" Lin Yang laughed.

"...But didn't you just save the world once? Are there really that many Aliens coming?" He Fatty grumbled.

"You think?" Lin Yang chuckled.

"How long are you going for this time?"

"At least a year and a half."

"Are you going to participate in that competition?"

"How did you know?"

Lin Yang was surprised.

How did this Dead Fatty know he was going to participate in the competition?

"Ahem, did you forget? You're now the great hero who saved the world. Your affairs are now under worldwide, no, global high attention. It's hard for me not to know!" He Fatty explained.

Lin Yang: "???"

What did this have to do with the competition news leaking?

He had only told Zhao Zizhen and them about this!

Seeing his confusion, He Fatty rolled his eyes: "You haven't been on Blue Star these past few days, have you? Didn't you see the announcement from the Great Science Academy?"

"What announcement?" Lin Yang was stunned for a moment.

"The Great Science Academy issued an announcement saying that although the Alien crisis has been resolved, it's not completely over. And you, our dear hero, are going deep into the universe to participate in some competition of advanced civilizations, to fight for the future of Blue Star!"

"The official appeal is for us to always remember your contributions to Blue Star! They're asking us to pray for you!"

He Fatty explained.

"...There's such a thing?" Lin Yang was stunned again.

Then he immediately searched and indeed found that announcement!

It was largely consistent with what He Fatty said. Although it didn't reveal more details, there were nearly ten million comments below the announcement, all wishing him well and cheering him on.

"...What is this all about?" Lin Yang was a bit confused.

"To increase cohesion, of course. Now that Blue Star is starting to integrate, our country is far ahead, and you are the hero who truly saved the planet. The official definitely wants to use your image to increase global cohesion."

"Now you're going to continue fighting for the future of the entire planet. This is a great opportunity to increase cohesion, so the official will definitely promote it!"

He Fatty slowly said.

"...Alright." Lin Yang's eyes blinked slightly, somewhat understanding the official's intention.

"You, such a busy person, don't even know? Didn't they discuss it with you?"

He Fatty, however, became curious.

But before Lin Yang could answer, he continued to speak to himself: "Never mind, that's not important. What's important is, the official didn't say whether your competition could be broadcast back, did they? Can we watch it?"

"That... I don't know yet," Lin Yang rubbed his forehead.

He really didn't know that.

"Well, you should try to arrange it later. It would be best if it could be broadcast back. I've never seen what an exoplanet looks like. Since this competition is hosted by an advanced civilization, it must be very grand. It would be great if we could watch the live broadcast. Billions of us could cheer you on and vote for you live," He Fatty said expectantly.

"..." Lin Yang simply rolled his eyes.

Voting, charting?

Was this an idol survival show debut?

Too lazy to argue with He Fatty any further, Lin Yang instructed: "Don't forget what I told you. Visit my mom often when you have time. As for whether you can watch the competition, if it's possible, then when the competition starts, Blue Star should be able to receive the signal directly."

"Okay, you be careful!"

He Fatty also exhorted.

Then the call ended.

The moment the call ended, the White Fatty Old Man reappeared silently beside Lin Yang and asked him, "Is everything arranged?"

"Yes!" Lin Yang nodded.

"Then let's go."

The White Fatty Old Man said no more. His big, chubby hand rested on Lin Yang's shoulder, and then the familiar sensation of dizziness came. When his vision returned to normal, they were in the same room from last time, filled with various advanced instruments.

"Lie down. First, let's measure your current overall physical condition and health. I'll go prepare the Gene Potion."

The Fatty Old Man pointed to what appeared to be a medical pod, telling Lin Yang to lie inside... Ahem, I said six thousand, but I couldn't finish it. I still owe two thousand characters. Without further ado, I'm going to get back to writing now!!