125: Chapter 125 Please Call Me the Emotionless Card-Drawing Machine

The two words "same origin" seemed to carry a peculiar magic, instantly silencing the command center.

On the light screen, the waterfall-like stream of data continued to refresh silently, its cold blue light reflecting on every shocked, bewildered, and even blank face.

In the corner, the cooling fans of the supercomputer cluster emitted a low hum, which seemed to become the only sound in the deathly stillness.

Chen You, a chosen mortal, a Cultivator armed by national finances.

That Immortal General who descended upon the city walls of White Jade Capital and sealed time and space with a single glance.

Between these two, there was actually an energy source correlation of nearly eighty percent?

What did this signify?

Could it be that Chen You... was the incarnation of that True Monarch in the mortal world?

Or perhaps, he shared some unknown bloodline connection with the Immortals of myth?

An illegitimate son?

This absurd term involuntarily surfaced in some people's minds.

However, no one truly believed it.

"Ahem."

The one who broke the silence was the tactical team leader, Zhang Yunhai.

Unlike the researchers lost in the maze of data, he approached the issue from a more intuitive angle.

"Is there a possibility," he carefully chose his words, his gaze sweeping over Chen You and Director Li Guoan,

"Because... Comrade Chen You is a Cultivator, and that True Monarch is also an Immortal. The power they use is inherently from the same system."

"It's like water and ice; different forms, but the same essence."

This explanation was simple, yet it struck directly at the core.

Instantly, the stagnant atmosphere in the command center eased slightly.

Right!

They had almost gotten stuck in a dead end.

Since they had already accepted the premise of Cultivation, the homogeneity of "Immortal Power" didn't seem so difficult to understand.

Sun Feng's eyes behind his lenses lit up.

He looked at Director Li Guoan; although he didn't speak again, the excitement in his eyes explained everything.

Did the Immortal Realm... truly exist?

No one voiced the question, but the answer already hung suspended in everyone's heart.

Director Li Guoan's expression remained calm as still water; he did not delve further into the issue of "same origin."

"The key isn't here," Director Li Guoan's voice drew everyone's attention back.

"The key is that the summoning of the immortals throne was a prerequisite event, and the limited card pool for the Source Realm followed afterward."

"Could this be a coincidence?"

This was also Chen You's greatest confusion.

Zhang Yunhai frowned deeply, following Director Li Guoan's line of reasoning.

"You mean... the True Monarch's descent was an 'accident' that even the Source Realm system did not anticipate."

"But this accident, instead, gave the Source Realm system... inspiration?"

The clearer his thoughts became, the more he spoke.

"Because it detected a powerful, unprecedented civilization symbol that did not belong to its database—'Erlang Shen'."

"So, it improvised, using this descent as a blueprint to urgently 'customize' this civilization-exclusive war soul?"

"That possibility cannot be ruled out," Director Li Guoan nodded slowly.

This deduction caused all the experts present to gasp.

If this were true, then the Source Realm was not a rigid game with preset programs.

It was a living, terrifying entity that was constantly observing, learning, and even imitating and modifying its own rules!

"This issue requires long-term consideration," Director Li Guoan waved his hand, interrupting the discussion that was about to boil over again.

He stood up, his gaze sharp as he swept over the giant countdown clock on the wall.

"There are four days left until the first Guild Hegemony War. That is the most important thing for us right now."

His gaze finally settled back on Chen You.

"This battle must not only be won, but won beautifully. We must let all players from other worlds know that our strength is unshakeable."

"This war soul is one of our biggest trump cards."

"But the power of this trump card is not enough," Director Li Guoan's tone allowed no room for argument.

"I will immediately arrange to transfer another 100 billion in special funds to you."

"There is only one mission," Director Li Guoan spoke slowly, his voice not loud but resounding with conviction, "Raise this war soul to max stars for me."

Chen You swallowed, not out of surprise, but because the task sounded somewhat abstract.

One hundred billion, specifically allocated to him... for card drawing?

That was ridiculous!

"Yes! I guarantee mission completion!"

Chen You subconsciously straightened his back and responded loudly.

A rare, extremely faint smile appeared on Director Li Guoan's serious face, which he quickly smoothed back to calm.

"Go. Make good use of the time."

"Yes!"

The mission was clear, the funds were in place.

An indescribable impulse began to spread from Chen You's fingertips.

It wasn't the desire for battle, nor the craving for power.

It was a purer, more primal urge.

To draw cards!

To turn a hundred thousand gold coins into a sky full of golden light!

For a player, this temptation was simply irresistible!

He felt his hands were already starting to itch.

Before his eyes, there were only four words—Bring glory to the nation!

No, bring glory to the nation through card drawing!

...

City of Eternal Night, Guild Hall.

Inside the palace, it was deathly silent; even the wind seemed frozen.

The leader of the Elf God Clan, the second-ranked Yue Zhi Shi (Arrow of the Moon), was seated upon the throne.

She listened to the report from Yue Luo Ji and the others below, her slender fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest, producing crisp and rhythmic sounds.

"...He did not use any skills, nor did he chant any spells."

Yue Luo Ji's voice carried a trace of trembling.

"All the Skeleton Soldiers, the moment they saw him, threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves as if worshipping their god."

"Even the level 25 elite lord, Meng Hun, only lasted thirteen seconds before him; he was killed by... a basic attack."

The palace fell into a deathly silence.

After a long while, Yue Zhi Shi's cool voice finally rang out slowly.

"Racial Talent."

She offered her guess, her voice devoid of any fluctuation.

"A talent that we cannot comprehend, originating from his civilization, which exerts absolute suppression over undead creatures."

And it was a talent he could control freely; Chen You hadn't even deliberately shown it before.

Besides this explanation, she could think of no other possibility.

This was far more terrifying than any world-destroying skill.

Because skills have cooldowns and costs, but talents are constant, an ability as natural as breathing!

Recalling the unbelievable Civilization Correlation of 3000 points...

Yue Zhi Shi's eyes became unprecedentedly solemn.

"Chen You..."

She waved her hand, signaling Yue Luo Ji and the others to withdraw.

The vast palace was left with only her.

If it weren't for the level restrictions on the dungeon, she should have gone on this trip herself.

Not witnessing it firsthand left her feeling like something was missing.

She opened her friends list again.

Her gaze rested on [Chen You].

After a moment of hesitation, she took a deep breath and tapped the chat box.

[Yue Zhi Shi]: Guild Leader Chen, how are preparations for the Guild Hegemony War coming along?