322: You've lost by capturing Gao Jianjun alive!

The "garbage dump" of the High-Dimensional World.

There is no up, down, left, or right here, only endless colorful ribbons of light and floating geometric wreckage.

"We're rich! We're actually rich this time!"

In the communication channel, Wang Peng's (Fatty) voice was so excited that it went out of tune. He was piloting a heavily modified engineering mech, like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar, frantically stuffing things into the cargo hold.

"Brother Chen, look! This piece of scrap iron—the energy circuit inside is a perfect closed loop! If we bring it back, we can increase our reactor efficiency a thousandfold!"

"And this! This thing that looks like a toilet seat actually has a built-in space folding function!"

Lu Chen sat on the still-leaky bridge of the "Xuanyuan," holding a piece of blue crystal he had just picked up that was emitting strange fluctuations, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Fatty, don't just focus on picking up trash."

Lu Chen's fingertips tapped lightly on the crystal, and a trace of doubt flashed in his dual-colored divine pupils. "When heavenly craft scanned these ruins just now, it captured a… very strange signal."

"A strange signal?" Ye Qingcang leaned over, his blade still in hand. "Is it a High-Dimensional monster? Or the pursuers from that so-called council?"

"No."

Lu Chen shook his head, his expression somewhat strange.

"It's a piece of… Morse code."

"And it's that old-fashioned military coding that was popular on Earth fifty years ago."

The whole place fell silent.

To receive a piece of Earth Morse code from fifty years ago in this "official server" garbage dump, which was countless dimensions away from Earth?

This was even more absurd than digging up a VHS tape of A Chinese Odyssey on Mars.

"It's been deciphered."

Su Qingying's fingers danced across the virtual keyboard, and then, her pupils shrank sharply.

"The signal content is: 'I am a pioneer… help… I am Gao Jianjun…'"

"Gao Jianjun?!"

Long Weiguo, who had been silent, suddenly stood up abruptly. On that face, which usually remained calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, there was actually a look of having seen a ghost.

"Uncle Long, do you know him?" Lu Chen looked at him.

Long Weiguo took a deep breath, his voice heavy: "Fifty years ago, he was the top psychic scientist of the Xia Kingdom's 'Bureau 749' and the only person at the time who had come into contact with 'High-Dimensional fragments'."

"He mysteriously disappeared during a top-secret experiment, and even his body was never found."

"I didn't expect…" Long Weiguo looked at the bizarre ruins outside the window, his eyes complex. "He wasn't dead? And he actually ran here?"

"Whether he's a fellow countryman, we'll know once we see him."

A playful arc curled at the corners of Lu Chen's mouth.

"heavenly craft, lock onto the signal source!"

"Let's go see this… 'old senior'."

Ten minutes later.

Behind a massive, mountain-like pile of metal garbage, they found a spaceship.

Or rather, a "nest."

It was an ugly, spherical aircraft pieced together from countless pieces of High-Dimensional wreckage. It was like a shack built by a homeless person out of scavenged soda cans—shabby, yet exuding a tenacious vitality.

"Warning! Illegal approach! Get out immediately!"

A sharp, neurotic roar exploded through the public channel. It was actually in standard Mandarin.

Immediately following this, several rusty gun barrels flipped out from the spherical aircraft and fired wildly at the "Xuanyuan."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Several colorful beams hit the "Xuanyuan's" shields, creating ripples.

"Not bad power," Lu Chen commented. "Equivalent to our level ten years ago."

"Gao Jianjun!"

Long Weiguo took the communicator and shouted in a deep voice, "I am Long Weiguo! Open your dog eyes and look at whose flag this is!"

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

The spherical aircraft seemed stunned.

After a long while, a trembling voice came out, carrying an incredulous, tearful tone:

"Long… Director Long?"

"You are Long Weiguo?!"

"Impossible! Earth is still a primitive society! How could anyone be able to come to the 'official server'?!"

"Or is it that… you were also captured by those damned 'the cleaners' as slaves?!"

The spherical aircraft slowly opened its hatch.

An old man wearing a tattered spacesuit, with stubble and as thin as a skeleton, flew out in a small single-person aircraft.

He looked at the huge, majestic "Xuanyuan" in front of him—which, although patched up, still exuded an overbearing aura—and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"This… is this made by Earth?"

Gao Jianjun muttered to himself, "This is impossible… I've been gone for fifty years, how could Earth's technology have exploded to this extent?"

Lu Chen stood at the gap in the bridge, looking down at this so-called "senior."

"Old Senior Gao."

Lu Chen greeted him lazily. "Not doing so well, huh? Fifty years, just picking up trash here?"

Gao Jianjun raised his head abruptly, staring at Lu Chen.

After his initial shock, his eyes suddenly became greedy, crazy, and even a bit… ferocious.

"Young man, you don't understand."

Gao Jianjun licked his dry lips, his voice becoming sinister.

"This is the Divine Realm! This is the real High-Dimensional World!"

"Even the garbage here is a divine artifact when placed on Earth!"

"Since you're here, it's perfect…"

Gao Jianjun suddenly pulled a black remote control from his bosom, a crazy smile appearing on his face.

"Hand over this ship!"

"With this ship, I can go to the 'Trading Market' to exchange for real 'citizenship'! I won't have to be an unregistered person anymore!"

"Long Weiguo! For the sake of old times, I won't kill you! Leave the ship and get back to your low-dimensional universe!"

Long Weiguo's face turned livid: "Gao Jianjun! Are you crazy? You want to betray your compatriots for so-called 'citizenship'?"

"Compatriots?"

Gao Jianjun roared, "In this man-eating world, there are no compatriots! Only resources! Only survival!"

"Do it!"

He pressed the remote control abruptly.

Rumble—

The surrounding piles of garbage, which had originally been stationary, suddenly seemed to come alive. Countless metal tentacles stretched out frantically, enclosing the "Xuanyuan" like a prison!

It turned out that he had long ago set a trap in this junkyard.

"This is the power of Higher Dimensions technology!"

Gao Jianjun laughed wildly. "Although it's scavenged, it's enough to deal with you country bumpkins!"

"Country bumpkins?"

Lu Chen looked at the incoming metal tentacles, not only did he not dodge, but he sighed instead.

He turned to look at Su Qingying, his face full of helplessness.

"Wife, do you think this person has knelt for too long and can't stand up anymore?"

"Does he think that as long as it's something from the High-Dimensional, even shit is fragrant?"

Su Qingying pushed up her glasses and coldly spat out two words: "Pathetic."

"Since it's pathetic, let's wake him up."

Lu Chen's eyes turned cold.

"Fatty! Get to work!"

"Alright, Brother Chen!"

Wang Peng chuckled and pulled a joystick abruptly.

"Let this old senior see what real… Higher Dimensions technology is!"

Hum—!!!

On the patched hull of the "Xuanyuan," countless golden runes suddenly lit up.

That was not a technological energy shield.

That was what Lu Chen had extracted from the "pangu archive"—[Logic Modification Command].

[Command: Seize control of matter.]

[Target: All surrounding abandoned metal.]

[Execute!]

The next second.

Gao Jianjun's smile froze on his face.

Those metal tentacles that had originally obeyed his commands and attacked frantically suddenly stopped in mid-air.

It was as if a pause button had been pressed.

Immediately after.

They turned their guns around.

All the tentacles, all the garbage piles, all pointed at Gao Jianjun's small aircraft in an instant!

"This… how is this possible?!"

Gao Jianjun screamed, "This is my trap! My control hub is the wreckage of a Fourth-level civilization! How could you seize authorization?!"

Lu Chen stepped out of the bridge and floated in the void.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at an ant like a god.

"The wreckage of a Fourth-level civilization?"

Lu Chen sneered.

"Sorry."

"What I am holding is the 'administrator's' master key."

"Go!"

Lu Chen flicked his finger.

Boom!

Countless pieces of metal garbage instantly closed in, turning into a giant steel hand that blotted out the sky, grabbing Gao Jianjun and his ship tightly in its palm!

"No!!!"

Gao Jianjun's screams came to an abrupt end.

The tattered aircraft was crushed into scrap metal, leaving only the specially made escape pod separated out.

Lu Chen flew over and, through the transparent hatch cover, looked at the "senior" inside who had already been scared into wetting his pants.

"Gao Jianjun."

Lu Chen's voice was very light, but to Gao Jianjun, it sounded like thunder.

"You've knelt for fifty years, thinking that picking up some trash makes you a big shot."

"What a pity."

Lu Chen reached out his finger and tapped lightly on the hatch cover.

"We came here standing up."

"And."

"We're not just going to pick up trash."

"We are also going to take those so-called 'gods' that made you kneel…"

"And step on them one by one."

Lu Chen waved his hand, and the giant steel hand grabbed the escape pod and threw it directly into the "Xuanyuan's" containment bay.

"Take him away!"

"Capture Gao Jianjun alive!"

"This round… you have lost."

"And you lost miserably."

Half an hour later.

Interrogation room.

Gao Jianjun slumped in the chair like a pile of mud, his eyes unfocused.

His worldview had collapsed.

He couldn't understand why these compatriots who came from the "Novice Village" were so outrageously strong.

"Alright, stop playing dead."

Lu Chen sat opposite him, toying with the "ID card" confiscated from Gao Jianjun.

"I'll only ask one question."

Lu Chen threw the ID card on the table, leaned forward, and stared intently at Gao Jianjun.

"You just said you were going to the 'Trading Market' to exchange for citizenship."

"This Trading Market…"

"Where is it?"

Gao Jianjun shivered, raised his head, his eyes filled with deep fear.

"You… you want to go to the black market?"

"Don't ever go… that's not a place for humans…"

"That place is…"

Gao Jianjun swallowed his saliva and spoke a name that made people's hair stand on end:

"That place is… the 'Myriad Realms Slaughterhouse'."