392: Chapter 392 The Eight Immortals Cross the Sea, Each Displaying Their Unique Abilities

“Oh, no.”

Zhou Yan rode on the Room Sun Rabbit, looking at the traffic passing below; he understood now.

This simply wasn't his original world.

At least the Blue Star in his memory didn't have this many robots—at least not in his impression.

“So, what's the situation here?”

Zhou Yan sized up the various high-tech creations around him. There were slogans about all kinds of robots everywhere, and even the news broadcast on the large screen was being delivered by a robot.

Although he didn't quite understand the situation, Zhou Yan was at least worry-free regarding survival.

Although there was a slight problem with his physical state—being just a little baby—the panel was still there, so it wasn't a big deal.

With the high bonuses from his equipment, he was a rather durable little baby, something he had just discovered.

What delighted him most was that the star souls could actually still be released.

Although star souls were summoned entities in the skill bar, they were essentially pieces of equipment, so unexpectedly, they could still be used.

This meant Zhou Yan could release seven Nascent Souls here.

However, for now, he still wanted to observe the situation first. If this place really was ruled only by machines, then he'd have to stop eating beef.

Wait, he was a baby right now; he couldn't eat beef at all.

Before long, Jiao Mu Jiao - star soul brought back some newspapers and books.

Through these items, Zhou Yan quickly understood the current state of affairs.

“So you're saying an Omnic Crisis broke out here, and human education, healthcare, and most rights have been taken over by omnics?”

Zhou Yan's tiny head was filled with great confusion.

“Doesn't that mean I can't grow up normally at all? I'm still an unregistered resident... Dammit, let's revolt!”

“Eliminate Omnic tyranny, the world belongs to humanity!”

At only zero years old, Zhou Yan quickly made up his mind. Carrying seven Nascent Souls, he began his great cause of rebellion in this world ruled by omnics.

Old Gate.

It was now night, and Bai Ling was panting, hiding in a bridge tunnel.

“Is this the beginning of the tragedy?”

He looked at his bloody hand, feeling a bit of a headache.

After finishing the questions earlier, he had returned to the house to rummage through everything and soon gained a general understanding of the clues.

The original owner of this body should have been an elderly man from a well-off family, but recently his son and daughter-in-law had both unfortunately passed away. His wife had also died years ago, leaving him lonely and helpless now.

The household only had some real estate and spare cash left, along with an old-timer's car.

Originally, Bai Ling hadn't noticed any problems. Although the body was old, it wasn't without money. Logically, as long as things were properly arranged, he should have been able to live for a long time.

But he had remained cautious when he was preparing to attend the banquet.

He hid a dagger on himself, prepared the car keys, and noted the car's location.

He had originally just thought that the Secret Realm was unpredictable and it was always good to have a backup plan; he hadn't expected it to actually come in handy.

That neighbor's family turned out to be cultists. They had invited him over because they saw he was pitiful and wanted him to 'go to the kingdom of their god.'

To put it bluntly, they wanted to use him as a sacrificial offering.

Only then did Bai Ling understand where the danger came from.

After the other party moved to chop off his pinky finger, he fought back with all his might, knocking the couple and their two accomplices to the ground before escaping through the window.

Finally, under the pursuit of those two, he fled in a panic by car.

Although the car looked old on the outside, its speed was decent. Coupled with the fact that he knew a little bit about everything, he quickly shook off his pursuers.

But the truly despair-inducing part was still to come.

While driving, he inadvertently saw a spindly monster knocking on a door in a distorted posture near a nearby house.

He also glimpsed a pair of eyes watching him from a street sewer.

Unlike the bright environment of the morning, once night fell, all sorts of demons and monsters emerged.

He drove the car until it ran out of gas before finally finding this relatively normal place to hide.

Bai Ling looked at his crudely bandaged hand, then at a brightly lit but empty gift shop not far away, and reflected on his situation.

“It seems this is the only way; otherwise, a lonely and helpless old man won't be able to survive.”

Having made his decision, he walked toward the gift shop with a knife in one hand and a brick in the other.

Sickness Gate.

“You bastard!”

A strong, middle-aged muscular man lifted Xuanyuan Qingyao up by the collar.

“It's useless for you to resent me. If I can't get there in person, you won't get back a single cent.”

Xuanyuan Qingyao knew very well that the medical conditions here were poor and she didn't have enough money for treatment.

So she had taken out a large number of short-term loans and usury, using the money to buy several doses of medicine to temporarily alleviate her illness, and finally transferred the vast majority of the money away through an underground bank.

This was a black market bank she had specifically sought out.

She transferred the money through the black market bank to another black market bank by the sea, very far from here.

Because of the black market rules, if the person didn't go to withdraw it in person, the money couldn't be taken out at all; that sum would eventually just be swallowed by the black market bank.

So when the debt collectors came to her door a few days later, they only saw a rogue-like Xuanyuan Qingyao.

As soon as she spoke, she said she had no money and that the money had been sent by her to the seaside.

If they hit her, she would lie on the ground acting as if she were dying. Moreover, because she was ill, they really didn't dare do anything to her.

If they hit her a bit too hard, it would be easy to kill her, and then they would never get their money back.

So now she could neither be beaten nor scolded; they even had to ensure this youth stayed alive and take her to the seaside to get the money back, otherwise even their principal would be gone.

They couldn't even liquidate her for cash; her body full of illnesses had blocked off all extra potential revenue.

In the end, the gang could only hold their noses and accept it, bringing along their own physician and using potent medicine to keep Xuanyuan Qingyao alive.

Supporting her as she headed toward the seaside to withdraw the money.

The gang's physician's medical skills weren't necessarily better than the town doctor's, but he certainly dared to administer potent drugs.

Although it wouldn't cure the illness and would even overdraw Xuanyuan Qingyao's life,

It could definitely keep her alive for a long time. Xuanyuan Qingyao showed a smile as her plan succeeded.

She had taken out a large amount in loans, and that sum was indeed enough to live on for a long time.

But unfortunately, the repayment date would arrive soon. Even if she had the money, she wouldn't be able to use all of it; even if she exchanged it all for medicine, it would be taken by the gang as collateral.

So it was better to string them along this way.

As long as they still wanted to recover the money, they would continuously invest in her to keep her alive.

This way, she could utilize the money through another method.

As for whether they would get exasperated and kill her halfway?

Of course not. Treating her also involved a sunk cost; the longer they treated her and the more they invested, the more reluctant they would be to kill her.

Until she got that money, she could keep living.

Gate of Life.

Long Tianxing had gradually grown up.

Although he was now in his teens, it was more of a sudden jump in time; he didn't have any actual experience of growing up.

He was now quite melancholy.

Because every time he grew, it meant the breakout of a troublesome matter.

At the very beginning during his childhood, he was framed in various ways by that person named Wan'er—things like him stealing their parents' affection or wanting to kick him out of the house.

However, Long Tianxing had experienced plenty of such things and had long ago developed his own way of dealing with such groundless malice.

So for every year he grew, Long Tianxing used his familiar methods to deal with it. Counting it up now, he had already handled over a dozen unexpected incidents.

In the most recent few times, he had successfully put an end to the other party's thoughts; at least for the last few times, the other party only looked at him with a strange gaze and didn't suddenly make trouble again.

But crisis emerged from elsewhere.

Once, assassins suddenly attacked the people in the General's Manor. It was unknown why the General's Manor was targeted by assassins, but they did succeed, and the General was seriously injured.

Even Long Tianxing almost died; fortunately, his swordsmanship skills were still useful here.

The General's Manor declined for a period because of this, and the very next crisis was a marriage alliance issue.

Because the General was feared to not live long, a marriage alliance was needed to maintain the General's Manor.

But that marriage partner was a pervert who had long enjoyed torturing and killing women for pleasure.

After gathering evidence, Long Tianxing reported him and then used the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles and Taiyi God Needles to cure the General, finally escaping the predicament.

So what is the difficulty now? How much longer will this last? Come to think of it, have I already won? If I commit suicide now, would I be able to see Zhou Yan's failed state? No, no, what kind of person is Zhou Yan? If I leave like this, there's absolutely no way I can surpass him. I still have to give it my all and strive for a good ranking. Just you wait, Zhou Yan, this will be a thrilling duel!

While Long Tianxing was brainstorming, a gorgeously dressed young girl in the distance saw Long Tianxing in the garden, wearing martial arts attire and sporting a single ponytail.

In an instant, she was overjoyed and pounced toward him.

“Lady Sister, I finally found you!”

Long Tianxing didn't pay her any mind, letting her hug him.

But what was the meaning of this strange form of address?

It wasn't like this the previous few times, was it?

At this time, because Zhou Yan hadn't cleared the stage in the normal way, he was still in a baby state and had already begun thinking about how to overthrow the Omnic tyranny and return the world to human control.

Shi Suiyan was still fighting on the battlefield.

While Bai Ling chose to commit a minor crime to get into prison, slacking off inside so he wouldn't be disturbed by the cultists and monsters outside.

Xuanyuan Qingyao was being coerced by the gang, kept alive by potent drugs, and was currently on the way to the seaside.

Long Tianxing, relying on his protagonist aura and various strange little abilities, had inexplicably won over one villain after another, progressing steadily.

Everything seemed to be thriving, except that each person's experience was more bizarre than the last.