163: Chapter 163 Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races

However.

General Ye Canglan did not get angry.

He didn't even frown, just listened quietly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

After Lin Fan finished, he spoke calmly.

"Finished reading?"

"Finished."

Lin Fan blinked his big eyes with an innocent look.

"Just these?"

"Uh... just these for now. I'll add more later if I think of anything."

General Ye Canglan nodded and waved his hand.

"Approved."

"Huh?"

Now it was Lin Fan's turn to be stunned.

He had originally asked for an exorbitant price, waiting for the other party to bargain.

After all, the list he made was so inflated it could house a whale.

He didn't expect the old man to agree directly without even haggling.

"Not only is it approved, I'll add a bit more for you."

General Ye Canglan stood up, walked to the giant electronic map, and said with his back to Lin Fan.

"All the assets Wei Changkong embezzled over the years have been seized by the Disciplinary Forces."

"Except for the portion handed over to the national treasury, the remaining thirty percent will all be transferred to your name."

"Furthermore..."

General Ye Canglan turned around and dropped a bombshell.

"All materials, equipment, and potions below S-rank in the Military's First Logistics Warehouse."

"I'm giving you priority pickup rights."

"Whenever you need something, you can go and take it anytime. No approval needed, just put it on the tab."

Hiss—

Lin Fan gasped.

Thirty percent of Wei Changkong's assets? That was definitely an astronomical figure!

That old guy had controlled logistics for so many years and was already filthy rich; even just thirty percent was enough to turn an ordinary small family into a wealthy clan instantly.

Not to mention that "priority pickup right."

This was basically opening the doors of the military's treasury to him!

Although it was only below S-rank, for the current Lin Fan, the things inside were simply an endless supply of "blind box raw materials"!

"This... Elder Ye, isn't this gesture a bit too grand?"

Lin Fan swallowed hard. Although he was overjoyed, he still asked tentatively.

"No reward without merit. You're giving me so much, there couldn't be some big trap waiting for me to jump into, right?"

"Smart."

General Ye Canglan nodded approvingly, the smile on his face gradually fading, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

He pressed the remote in his hand.

The electronic map on the wall changed instantly.

The original map of Planet Blue disappeared, replaced by a vast and unfamiliar map.

In the center of that map, the golden light representing the Dragon Kingdom's national fortune was bright, but around it, countless crimson light spots were densely distributed.

Those light spots were like maggots on a bone, slowly eating away at the golden edges.

"Lin Fan, do you think Wei Changkong and the Abyss Cult are our greatest enemies?"

General Ye Canglan's voice was low and raspy, carrying a deep exhaustion.

"Wrong."

"The Abyss is, at most, a pustule on the skin."

"Squeeze it, it hurts for a bit, and then it's fine."

"The real cancer is here."

General Ye Canglan's finger pointed heavily at the densest red area on the map.

That was the deepest part of the spatial rift.

It was also the forbidden zone that made all martial artists turn pale at the mention of its name: the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.

The air in the command room seemed to freeze at this moment.

On that giant map, the dense red dots were like a swarm of hungry army ants, greedily hunting the golden light representing the Dragon Kingdom's national fortune.

Every red dot flickered slightly, as if breathing, or perhaps grinning.

Lin Fan stopped his playful behavior, his golden pupils constricting slightly.

He could feel that this map wasn't just a simulation of data; it seemed to carry a certain real, tragic aura from the front lines.

"This is a real-time battle map."

General Ye Canglan's voice broke the silence. With his hands behind his back, his figure looked somewhat hunched under the giant star map, yet he remained like an insurmountable mountain.

"Those red dots, each one represents a vanguard legion of an alien race."

"And behind these red dots, there are several particularly large ones..."

General Ye Canglan pointed to several dark red light clusters at the edge that were as dazzling as stars.

"Those are high-ranking races with God-level powerhouses."

"The Angel Race, Dragon Race, Void Zerg, Demon Race..."

"They have been wandering in this universe, looking for planets like Planet Blue that have just awakened spiritual energy and possess life potential."

"To them, we are not a civilization, but a pasture."

A pasture.

These two words were like a heavy hammer, smashing hard against Lin Fan's heart.

He remembered the look in the eyes of that Abyssal Dragon God's remnant soul when it looked at him in the underground cave.

There was no hatred in that gaze, only appetite.

Like a butcher looking at sheep and pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Over these years, the reason we can still live peacefully in the base cities is that countless predecessors in the Rift Zone have built a Great Wall with their flesh and blood, firmly blocking their path."

Lei Zhan added from the side, his voice low, his fists tightly clenched.

"But the pressure on the front line is getting heavier."

"The rift is constantly expanding, the frequency of alien attacks is increasing, and their methods are becoming more and more bizarre."

"Our resource consumption rate is almost unable to keep up."

General Ye Canglan turned around, his eyes burning as he looked at Lin Fan.

"That is why I gave you such high authority."

"Lin Fan, with conventional warfare methods, we are almost unable to hold on."

"We need a variable."

"We need a game-changer who can break the balance and play outside the rules."

"Your blind boxes let me see that possibility."

Lin Fan fell silent.

He looked into General Ye Canglan's eyes, which were filled with expectation and bloodshot, and suddenly understood the old man's painstaking intentions.

What he gave was not just money and resources, but a heavy burden called "hope," quietly placed on Lin Fan's shoulders.

The so-called fishing plan wasn't just fishing for Wei Changkong.

It was also fishing for Lin Fan, this hidden dragon.

Only after passing the test of life and death, proving one's character and methods, would one be qualified to step into this truly cruel chessboard.

"Elder Ye, you're putting a pretty big hat on me."

Lin Fan rubbed his temples and gave a bitter laugh.

"I'm just a vendor selling blind boxes. Asking me to save the world, isn't that a bit much?"

"Besides, I value my life very much."

"I'm not asking you to go to your death."

General Ye Canglan shook his head, a cunning smile characteristic of an old fox appearing on his face.

"On the contrary, I want you to go make money."

"Make big money."

"Hmm?"

Hearing the words "make money," Lin Fan's ears instantly perked up, and his somewhat heavy expression was immediately swept away.

"Go on?"

"The Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, while dangerous, is also the place with the richest resources on all of Planet Blue."

"There are alien technologies, bloodlines, minerals, and even godheads."

"In the past, we could only defend passively, making it difficult to obtain these things."

"But you are different."

General Ye Canglan pointed to Lin Fan's head.

"You have that ability to turn corpses into treasures."

"What if... you could take your business to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield?"

"If we can not only kill the enemy but also turn their corpses into pills, weapons, and talents that enhance our strength..."

"Then the nature of this war will change."

"It won't be a war of attrition, but a restocking run."