Chapter 429
"Should I send it to Miss Yu now?"
During the ten days that followed, Shi Shi, who frequently delivered props to Ling Wu, asked this question in an unusually natural tone.
Professor Yan paused for a moment, then casually took out a large bag of things from his bracelet.
Her voice was serious, tinged with a hint of annoyance: "Send over all the props she requested, including these. Also, don't bother me for the next three days."
Shi Shi scratched the back of her head, took the bag, and left.
"Wait a moment." Professor Yan's tone was extremely solemn. "I must be notified as soon as the new equipment Miss Yu sent arrives!"
"Don't worry, Professor."
After Shi Shi left, Professor Yan silently pursed his lips.
I hope Miss Yu is not a person who breaks her word.
Otherwise, she wouldn't mind completely destroying all the hard work she's put into her research!
When the bag of props was delivered to the Yu family, Ling Wu was checking a message on the StarNet.
It was a news report about unearthed cultural relics, but what sparked much discussion was a portrait that was only half intact.
Through the portraits, Ling Wu could see that they were golden dragons with only half of their bodies remaining.
Ling Wu pondered for a moment, then smiled.
Only then did he pick up a button from the bag of props.
Nuwa explained simultaneously: "[This is the button to make the imperial star's flames spread. Professor Yan said that pressing it will achieve your goal within ten minutes.]"
Lingwu pointed them out one by one.
[This prop can be attached to the machine and made invisible.]
[This item can destroy a house at a short distance.]
[This item...]
[...]
Ling Wu pointed to a feather. [Where this item touches, the skin becomes smooth and delicate.]
Lingwu nodded.
"Will it become slippery if placed on the ground?"
Nuwa did not question it, but instead answered:
[You can give it a try.]
The robot took the props away, and the video appeared in front of Ling Wu.
It was Nanbudu's rest time, and he kept looking at the clock, waiting for the last day to end.
A thin, feather-like object slowly landed in front of Nanbudu's door and gently swept around.
Nanbudu silently counted the time, "Three hours left."
"Two hours, fifty-nine minutes, and fifty-three seconds."
"Two hours, fifty-nine minutes, and five minutes—"
Nanbudu fell to the ground just as he was about to enter his home.
Nanbudu instinctively hissed and braced himself against the floor to get up, only to find that his hands were unusually slippery.
No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't even get up.
He didn't enter the room, which was just a step away, until midnight.
It was now the second day.
At the same time
Your idea is correct.
Ling Wu looked down at a bag of props, her voice clear.
"I think Nanbudu can offend the gods one more time."
[Nuwa also agrees with your idea.]
As night deepened, the snow falling from the sky did not plunge the world into a gloomy darkness.
Today, Nanbudu has finally survived ten terrifying days, and his mind has not yet recovered from the tension.
He hugged the blanket, looking thinly at the snowflakes outside the window, and inexplicably felt that he was living a very tiring life.
As I thought about it, drowsiness gradually crept into my eyelids, and they slowly drooped down.
A clear, silvery bell rang, startling Nanbudu awake.
"What is it now?!"
He immediately checked the comments section and found that the commenters were also confused.
Some clever people have already started calling on their friends and family to witness what's about to happen.
Those who hadn't yet realized the situation gradually understood that this scene was somewhat similar to the one Nanbudu had experienced ten days earlier when he woke up in the middle of the night.
As a result, the number of viewers in the live stream exceeded the limit again during the night.
"I'm waiting to see you get slapped in the face!"
"I'm so scared, but I'm also so excited. I really want to go to the Blue Planet, but I'm too scared to go. I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I might endanger my home planet."
"Don't think about it. The only concern is that someone might try to sneak in, which could cause irreparable consequences. Star Prison has already protected Water Blue Star, and even space debris can't get close to it."
Is the information upstairs reliable?
"This is ridiculous. They've even brought up the Star Prison. I want to see what kind of god the most powerful person would want to kneel before.
"After today, people on many planets will have swollen faces."
"Nanbudu, open the door now! I'm going to slap these people in the face!"
But Nanbudu dared not open the door.
If he still thought he was dreaming or seeing things late at night ten days ago...
So for those ten days, he absolutely believed everything that happened that night.
All the misfortunes of these ten days were a testament to the “bad luck” spoken of by the deity who looked exactly like Miss Yu.
But the comments were urging him on.
The large donations were accompanied by threatening words.
Nanbudu simply pretended to be dead, preferring to ignore it.
For the audience who have been engaged in heated debates with the scholars over the past ten days: today is the highlight of their moment of humiliation! They will not allow Nanbudu to pretend he didn't see it!
Most importantly, the higher-ups have also noticed this.
The intervention of the Imperial government prompted the executives of the Interstellar Broadcasting Company to get up overnight to investigate the problem.
This investigation wasn't the main issue; the important thing was that Nanbudu still received a call from his dedicated customer service representative, 00123.
"Hello, Mr. Nanbudu from Water Blue Star." 00123's voice trembled slightly.
"I'm not feeling well at all!" Nanbudu covered his ears. "There's absolutely no way I'm going to go out!"
“It’s like this, Mr. Nanbudu.” 00123 tried to soften his tone. “I’ve been informed that Star Prison and the government are closely monitoring you. Your safety is not a concern. And after the deed is done, you will have the highest level of access when you leave Water Blue Star.”
Nanbudu pursed his lips. "Can you really guarantee my safety?"
"Of course." 00123's tone was very polite, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He received a notification from the company.
The staff member who was fired recently destroyed all the core data developed by the props team after leaving, in order to take revenge on the company!
The current props are becoming insufficient.
Moreover, in order to ensure Nanbudu's safety over the past ten days, the props have been continuously consumed by him alone.
These things actually have little to do with 00123; he's just an ordinary worker who gets paid to do things.
But what was pressed against his forehead was threatening his life.
"I don't care what methods you use. In short, your life depends on whether Nanbudu goes out or not." The voice from behind was cold.
00123 swallowed hard and then spoke again: "So what do you think, Mr. Nanbudu?"
Nanbudu finally nodded, and 00123 finally let out a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, in the manor of the second safest pure-blooded human "prison" on the Imperial Star.
There are many imprisoned pure-blooded humans staring blankly at their only form of entertainment—livestreaming.
At that moment, a man with long blue hair walked barefoot past the doors of the pure-blooded human rooms.
When those pure-blooded humans finally lifted their eyelids and looked at him, their eyes were full of pity.
As the one with the highest pure blood value, he was the one most frequently summoned by the powerful and wealthy.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of countless people, the blue-haired man walked into his own room.
That largest, safest, most comfortable, and also the hardest room to escape from.
He bore the marks of being ravaged.
His eyes were calm and expressionless, devoid of any emotion; his dark eyes held only deathly stillness and no light.
The door clicked shut.
He sat on the floor covered with a soft carpet, looking up at the transparent glass above him, staring at the sky full of stars.
The noise from the live stream brought him back to his senses.
He stared blankly at Nanbudu and the comments on the live stream.
"Really..." he forced a smile, then fell silent.
He swallowed the question, "Does God really exist?"
He turned his head again to look at the spot on the wall where there should have been a small round hole for breathing fresh air.
But at this moment, that place has been blocked off.
His dark eyes darkened even more.
There is no God.
Many years ago, a woman appeared and told him she could take him away, but on the condition that she draw a vial of his blood.
He gave her the blood, but the woman never appeared again.
These days, he doesn't even bother to scoff.
After a tiring and mechanical cleaning, I looked up and saw Nanbudu finally pushing open a small crack in the door to look at the outside world while stalling for time.
A glimmer of light gradually gathered in the dark eyes of the blue-haired man.
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