Chapter 1607 - 409: The High-dimensional God’s Game_2

Chapter 1607: Chapter 409: The High-dimensional God’s Game_2

Regarding this, Ye Ming did not refuse.

Outside the car window was a strange city flashing by, filled with steel and neon.

But in such a world, he saw no hope.

Perhaps he would be trapped here for the rest of his life until his brief life after the soul transfer came to an end.

Finally, the vehicle stopped in front of a building that looked a bit old: Black Night City, Sunshine Orphanage.

From the conversation on the road, he understood his identity.

He was a staff member here and had also grown up here.

Those who brought him back were relatives without blood relations who grew up in this orphanage.

After getting out of the car, the elderly old warden had a concerned expression, yet couldn’t hide the fear of his "resurrection" on his face.

"Xiao White... you... are you really okay?" A slightly older young man beside the warden asked cautiously, trying to support him, but Ye Ming instinctively avoided it.

The young man’s hand froze in mid-air, creating a moment of awkwardness.

The old warden sighed and patted his shoulder with a wrinkled hand:

"It’s good that you’re back, just come back... don’t think about anything else, rest well first."

Ye Ming cast a glance over these so-called "relatives."

They were fragile, ephemeral, trapped in this energy-poor cage without realizing it.

Their care was weightless to him, more like a kind of irony.

He had once been a general of the Mingwu Clan, and now he had to accept the pity of such insignificant creatures.

Pathetic.

He remained silent, not responding to any concern, just nodding slightly.

Under the gaze of various complex eyes, he walked step by step towards his room.

He closed the door, isolating himself from everything outside.

Leaning against the door, he slowly closed his eyes.

Outside the window was the clamor of an unfamiliar world, inside was the binding of a frail shackle, and in his heart was the weight and solitude of a fallen civilization.

The shadow of failure and the reality of this humble body intertwined into the most profound torment.

He began to think about what direction he should take.

If he could return to Monster World, then anything was possible.

Once, he managed to revive the Mingwu Clan from desolation.

Maybe he could do it again.

Even if the possibility of success was close to zero, he still wanted to try.

Perhaps Monster World had such rules that could defy fate and bring back everything lost.

This was not a fantasy but the infinite possibilities given by Monster World.

But he also realized the harsh environment he was in, and to break free seemed as hard as ascending to heaven.

Mire World, named so because of its barrenness and inertia.

This world lacked spiritual materials and treasures containing active energy, had no nature’s spiritual energy for refining absorption, and every breath brought not a hint of strength gain.

In this process, creatures were firmly confined to their fragile flesh and destined to decline with time.

He recalled many powerful Body Tempering Methods, but here they all became useless fantasies.

Without energy, it was impossible for Energy Introduction.

Without spiritual materials, it was impossible to refine the body.

Without growth, how could one break the barrier of life and leap to other more hopeful worlds?

This is the terror of Mire World, where the creatures are destined to remain shackled, unable to see higher-level worlds.

Unless there is power injected from an outside world.

The body he possessed was also made of ordinary material from this world, with insurmountable physiological limits to growth.

Even if he trained this mortal body to its physical limits, it would only be the pinnacle of mundanity, incapable of producing a trace of Transcendent trait.

A barren world is the curse of life’s evolution.

Now he had put on the same shackles as the creatures of this barren world.

Thinking of this, a sharp light flashed in Ye Ming’s eyes.

Being complacent was not his style; analyzing the situation and finding a breakthrough was his goal.

Concluding that this world is barren is too early.

Perhaps not all areas of this world are mire; it was just that the area he was in happened to be a zone exhausted of spiritual energy.

Other regions might have resource lands.

One shouldn’t hastily conclude based on the initial perception of this body and fragmented memories.

He now needed information to gain a detailed understanding of this world’s situation.

Using the fragmented memories of "Bai Xing" in his mind, he opened the door, ignored the curious and caring gazes in the corridor, and walked straight to the dusty library in the orphanage.

He needed to consult materials on history, geography, and anything that could help him understand this world.

Ye Ming’s actions appeared somewhat slow due to the frailty of this body, but each step carried a clear sense of purpose.

The first task he assigned himself was to scout the environment.

Entering the library.

Clap!

The light turned on.

The lights in the library seemed not to have been used for a long time, slightly dim, and the bookshelves inside were old.

Ye Ming walked past fairy tales and novels, found the dust-covered encyclopedias and atlases, as well as some basic scientific books.

Opening a hefty world atlas, his eyes quickly scanned over the contours of continents and oceans, the division of races.

However, what really made his eyes slightly narrow was the clearly marked racial distribution areas on the map.

His brow slightly furrowed.

From a global perspective, this world had already been fully explored and developed.

Strangely, there were a large number of different racial distributions on the map.

This was highly unusual.

A world as energy-poor as Mire World should logically be a desert of civilization.