LWGP - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Gene Plague

Becoming someone else's slave was impossible, absolutely impossible, even if that someone was Wang Jiu.

No, especially if it was Wang Jiu.

Long Aotian: "Wow, what an honor! To become your slave would leave me with no regrets in this life."

Huai En: "Amitabha. My Buddha is merciful, and all living beings are equal. Benefactor Ah Jiu, your outlook on life is quite wrong. And Sir Pig Aotian, it seems you've been her slave for a long time already."

Mo Ran: "Save it."

Xing Yao: "Could we perhaps change the terms of cooperation?"

Everyone had a chance to state their opinion, one line per person.

After they had all spoken, Wang Jiu took out a towel to wipe her face and neck, calmly saying, "This is a unilateral offer to you, so how can you call it cooperation? If you give nothing in return, that's just whoring. But if you do contribute, then it's a kept arrangement. Between the two, the latter is obviously the one that complies with labor protection laws. In ancient times, you'd be drowned in a pig cage for the former."

"I'm thinking of your well-being."

So sincere, so well-reasoned. Truly one of a kind!

Huai En chanted Amitabha again. "Benefactor, I cannot betray my Buddha."

Wang Jiu: "Aren't you the one who climbs the loquat tree in front of the Buddha hall to pick the fruit every year?"

Huai En: "Alright, I'll sign right away."

Xing Yao and Mo Ran were still resolute. As emperors, their willpower was hardly comparable to that of a bald donkey who sold loquats for money every year. Even though the temptation of the Nullification Wall inheritance was immense, allowing them to reach a much higher cultivation ceiling, submitting to Wang Jiu meant losing their dignity and freedom, so…

Both of them directly refused the temptation.

Wang Jiu put away the towel, folding it neatly before taking out a bottle of juice that Wang Shu had prepared for her. She took a couple of sips, swirling the cup in her fingers.

The bright red tomato juice sloshed around, and her voice was just as ethereal.

"Signing or not?"

Xing Yao: "I'm afraid not."

Mo Ran: "No."

Wang Jiu: "Oh."

Then she possessed him.

After she possessed Xing Yao's body, she picked up the pen and signed. When his soul returned, Xing Yao, feeling weak as if she had touched him all over, was still reeling with fear. He looked at Wang Jiu in disbelief.

Previously, her possession had required their consent. After all, their spiritual bodies were not insignificant. Wang Jiu didn't even bat an eye as she looked at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran: "…"

She looked at Xing Yao, who was trying his best to remain composed but couldn't hide his aroused and listless state.

In a second, she silently picked up the pen and signed her name.

After signing, she didn't feel resentful. After all, she was the one who ultimately benefited in practical terms.

It just wasn't very damaging, but it was extremely humiliating.

She stared at Wang Jiu, her tone subtle. "You could have just done it directly."

Why ask them twice, making them think they had the right to refuse?

"I was afraid you'd get pregnant."

Mo Ran: "You certainly love to joke."

Always teasing people. No wonder when she later intentionally looked up the social networks of the third spacetime, she found that most of the rumors about this person were negative.

A benchmark for the lower limits of morality.

"I'm not joking. Haven't you seen ghost movies? A ghost possession can lead to reincarnation as a fetus. If you're willing, I don't mind calling you Mom."

Wang Jiu stood up, taking off her torn outer coat to reveal the small tank top underneath while putting on a new one. The body of a stunner, the air of a demon king.

Generally speaking, she didn't like to see others as people.

They were usually playthings.

It made no difference whether they were friend or foe.

As long as you couldn't defeat her, she would always bully and torment you.

Mo Ran breathed in lightly and also stood up. A wind blew, making her robes rustle and her long hair dance. Her cold, beautiful radiance seemed to light up the entire cavern floor. "I hope you remain this strong forever. The moment I surpass you…"

Wang Jiu averted her gaze. "If that happens, I don't mind you bullying me in return. Something's not right. Why is there wind?"

Huai En dismissed the group recovery Buddhist light array and stood up, lifting his kasaya with a look of surprise. "A current like this underground is usually caused by an energy impact… I estimate a fight has broken out."

Xing Yao: "I just tried to contact my people at the garrison. No response."

It was the same for Mo Ran and Wang Jiu; they had lost their channels of communication with everyone else.

"Wait, I'll make a prediction." Huai En immediately summoned his wooden fish, formed a hand seal, and began chanting. Golden Sanskrit characters appeared above the wooden fish.

The others couldn't understand them, but Huai En was extremely shocked. His expression turned grim as he uttered two words to the group.

"Gene Plague."

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"Quick, quick, evacuate!"

"Return to the territory immediately! We need to relocate!"

"It's too late! The outside is full of underground creatures infected by the Gene Plague! Many people have lost contact."

"We have to abandon them! Return at once! We request the lord to relocate immediately!"

"The result of the alliance meeting is out! Relocate immediately, at any cost! Regardless of who has lost contact, everyone relocates!"

This was an extremely painful directive. Even though many players had lost contact after being ambushed while leveling or defending the perimeter of their garrisons, none of the territories could wait for their return or send rescue parties. The teams of powerful prophets from each of the three spacetimes had already determined that a massive army of underground creatures, created by the Gene Plague, was frantically assembling.

They were heading for the garrisons of the three spacetimes!

"The first spacetime has already relocated."

"They are powerful as a group, so they probably didn't lose many people. Most of them were able to return, so of course their relocation was fast."

"The main problem is that people like Bai Qiushui are in their territory… We still can't contact our people."

They were referring to Wang Jiu and Xing Yao. Huaxia City couldn't reach Huai En either, but the higher-ups now roughly knew where they had gone. At least the Old Lady and the top leader knew. It was only fifteen minutes ago, when they suddenly received gruesome images transmitted by some of their dispatched teams in their final moments, that they realized they were under attack. Shen Wan and the others collectively predicted…

The Gene Plague was terrifying beyond description.

From the earliest days of the game, the players still had a deep impression of the rat tide's genes because of its reproductive speed and numbers. But now, a more terrifying Gene Plague had appeared. At the same time, they learned that the first spacetime had fled early.

In response to this discovery, an impromptu meeting in a small social group was held quickly. The decision to relocate immediately was made, with the sunset glow think tank, all the cities of the Nine Districts Alliance, and the lords of the major territories present.

Few people spoke, as they were all busy preparing to relocate, but they were all paying attention.

"As long as there is contact or an attack, the genes can be directly transferred to another creature through energy and physical matter."

"We can only attack from a distance."

"Rather than long-range attacks, I'd prefer if we never had a chance to engage them at all."

Swan, who valued intelligence the most, represented the European and American side. Usually cautious yet a decisive opportunist, he was extremely conservative this time. He took the initiative to contact Gobi and Huaxia City, waiting to relocate with them.

The top leader was also decisive. "Lord Saling of the Xingyao Empire and the defense commander of the Heiyan Empire just traded me an Imperial Alliance Transfer Scroll. You will join, and then the thirty city lords I've selected will act as the drivers to activate the scroll…"

The thirty people were quickly in position. Roy, Swan, Qin Feikong, and the major leaders of various nations, including the Old Lady from Gobi, all confirmed their participation. They were the major city lords among the thirty, with smaller ones below them, such as Liu Wuren and the old lady from the White Horse Club, as well as the lords of consolidated cities from Japan, Korea, and other parts of East Asia.

Luo Sheng and the others were also among them.

It was a pitiful situation, really. Since the apocalyptic game began, they had worked hard to develop and expand their territories. They themselves had all surpassed the limits of ordinary people, able to soar through the heavens and traverse the seas and earth with ease, yet they were constantly on the run.

To this day, they could only act as leaders, guiding their cities to flee for their lives.

So hopeless, yet so stubborn.

As for past grudges and schemes, with annihilation and death on the line, no one dared to dwell on them.

The enemy was so powerful that all conspiracies and petty thoughts seemed laughable. Besides, they didn't have the power to act up. After several setbacks, people like Swan and Roy had basically secured control over Europe and America, while Asia was dominated by Gobi and Huaxia City.

Needless to say, the Xingyao Empire and the Heiyan Empire had long been prepared.

The average attributes of Roy and the others at the core of the third spacetime's teleportation were all over five hundred thousand. After all, they had benefited to some extent from the resources Wang Jiu had distributed earlier. The Old Lady, in particular, had average attributes of nine hundred thousand, a massive surge in just a few days, with many resources still undigested.

The Eternal Night Race wasn't giving them time.

The people included in the scroll's formation did not hesitate, all consuming their spirit power and pouring it into the teleportation array…

At that moment, in the central square of Gobi City, the Old Lady stood within the array as the city lord, channeling her spirit power. The array quickly enveloped the entire city. Beside her, a group of Priests led by Lin Guiwan stood ready to apply buffs and replenish her spirit power and soul power at any moment.

"The difficulty of teleporting from underground is twenty times higher than from the surface. A mass teleportation consumes a huge amount of energy. Keep casting your skills! We must ensure the city lord's spirit power stays above 80%."

While checking the skill status of the Priest team members, Lin Guiwan also multitasked, asking Qing He and Xie Lu, who were guarding the city walls, in the small group chat.

"What's the situation? Can you detect any movement from the underground creature army? If there's anything, contact me in advance, and I'll dispatch Priests over."

Qing He: "Nothing detected here yet. How much more time does the Old Lady need?"

Lin Guiwan: "The progress bar is at 40%. About 3 minutes left."

Xie Lu: "Nothing detected on my end either. Shen Wan's team of prophets is conducting a second divination. If they predict any movement from those creatures, they'll immediately send a message to the small group. Xuejing, what's the maximum range of your traps?"

Qiao Xuejing: "A ten-li diameter. Wang Shu just told me that some of the underground creatures Bai Bai helped him enslave are very restless right now."

Wang Shu had high luck, a top-tier RNG God body. While others found it incredibly difficult to tame pets, his success rate was enormous. So, when they encountered creature races that refused to submit, he, Bai Bai, and Gun Gun would team up to enslave them, indirectly controlling their populations and infinitely expanding Gobi's strength.

Some animals were naturally more sensitive than humans. Before it rained or an earthquake struck, rats and ants were more perceptive than anything.

Therefore, Qiao Xuejing was a little uneasy. Wang Shu was also uneasy, repeatedly confirming the situation with Bai Bai.

Even with only three minutes remaining, their hearts were pounding.

An anxious mood permeated the air.

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