Leaving the abandoned mining planet and heading to the airspace doesn't seem difficult for some top-tier garbage kings—they have the resources to push a talented young person to the "Crystal Realm" before they turn 18.
[Then the young man got a spot from the school, and they assigned him a family member to accompany him; it seemed that this would ensure his success.]
However, it didn't work.
[There are restrictions on the number of family members who can accompany the passenger; they must have no criminal record and have not committed any crimes according to airspace standards.]
The airspace will be subject to strict review.
[A garbage king who practices slavery on his territory, a ruthless exoskeleton bounty hunter... they'll be eliminated at the very first step, forbidden from ascending!]
Even the most worthless emperor on this planet who has reached the level of an Inner Mage is no match for him.
[Internal Manipulation Masters are only at the second realm. Their airspace isn't lacking in second-realm cultivators, so why would they accept criminals? What about the damage this causes to social order and stability?]
They want young geniuses with pure hearts and potential, like blank canvases, not highly talented middle-aged or elderly criminals!
Of course, the path isn't completely blocked. If those trash kings are willing to fight a life-or-death battle in the abyss, they can still gain a chance to clear their names and start anew in the airspace.
[As for those "trash kings" who disagree: "If you hadn't dumped trash on this planet, polluting the environment and distorting the social ecosystem, I wouldn't have become a bad person. So the problem still lies with you!"]
[Airspace: What a joke! Who cares why you became like this? One more or one less makes no difference. Anyway, I have all the power in my hands. I'm just not giving you a spot!]
[The unlimited slots mentioned by the conglomerate obviously mean slots that don't require fighting in the Abyss, allowing unconditional access to the airspace and the normal pursuit of various mech resources.]
[Extremely valuable; they would have to pay a huge price to obtain one, and they would need special channels. In short, they are the only ones on the abandoned mining planet who possess this channel.]
[Simply offering credit points as a bounty is no longer particularly attractive to some monarch-level individuals, and even those two emperor-level individuals, because some are already content, while others have reached the pinnacle of their abilities and no longer need to worry about money.]
However, very few people would refuse an opportunity that would allow them to safely travel to the skies, ascend to a wider world, and achieve further advancement!
The higher one's strength, the closer one is to the limits of this world, the less able they are to resist that temptation!
Although you single-handedly killed twenty-three divine abominations, the news was kept under the control of the conglomerate, and those worthless kings and emperors who weren't present still dared to try and obstruct you.
[Due to the limitations of your exoskeleton, your combat strength above the Emperor level comes from skill. Even if they are not as strong as you, their superior exoskeleton configurations can still prolong your time.]
After this final update, the middle-aged man began communicating with the carefree, idyllic paradise.
"Elders, that 'Yun Shou' has once again exceeded our expectations in terms of talent and aptitude; he has even wiped out the divine prodigies..."
"We've decided to use 'Guangtian,' but that requires your approval."
On the other end of the communication line, the serene and peaceful elderly people were displeased: "Are all those in office now a bunch of useless incompetents?"
"Can't even discipline a disobedient kid?"
"Divine wretch... Heh, who knows if those things have fallen into disrepair over the years? Or if something went wrong with them?"
Some people stopped their games and joined the discussion.
They'd only been retired for a few years, maybe a few decades, but the younger guys who came after them made a huge mess by actually resorting to that kind of thing.
[In broad daylight!]
[A city-destroying weapon that can illuminate an entire sky with light, blinding the eye and turning night into day!]
[Simply put, it's a type of nuclear bomb, but a standard model of it in this world is dozens, even hundreds of times more powerful than the little boy's.]
[The Light of Light is an absolute taboo weapon for the abandoned mining planet. In this world where even the weakest second-realm low-end mechs cannot withstand it, the full power of a single exploding Light of Light can be comparable to a single blow from a third-realm mech!]
[Two hundred years after the conglomerate discovered uranium ore underground, it spent twenty years restoring this technology, which had been lost for a thousand years on an abandoned mining planet.]
However, in the past two hundred years, they only used it three times, conducting three test explosions. After discovering that the resulting radiation disasters would worsen the world's situation, they never used it again.
[They simply produced a batch, performed periodic maintenance, and kept it as a last resort.]
"Do we really have to use that thing?" A man hesitated. Guangtian was truly terrifying; it could destroy an area of tens of kilometers in radius and create a forbidden zone for humans.
He said, "Given the strength of their exoskeleton, they won't die unless they're at the epicenter of the explosion. That means we need to deploy multiple Light Sky missiles to relentlessly pursue and kill them."
"And if that Yun Shou flees towards densely populated areas, gets close to human dwellings, or even runs into the city..."
"It still needs to be used," an old man's voice broke through, interrupting him.
"Xiao Du, is it? You're too soft-hearted; you're not suited for this position." Another elder spoke up, demoting the man from his board member position with a single sentence.
"So what if it's in the city center? So what if it's a city? As long as it doesn't affect local schools, you can shine the light anywhere."
In the small town, an old man squinted in a recliner, his maid gently rocking the chair behind him. Unaware that the old man she served was issuing a command in his mind, one that would not hesitate to affect one or more cities, causing the deaths of millions.
The old man then used his manipulative power to communicate with the implanted devices within his body, transmitting information and images into his mind. This allowed him to comfortably lie down while directly participating in the conversations at the conglomerate's highest meeting.
"Wait a minute, something's not right!"
During the meeting, someone noticed a problem: the surveillance video of you seemed to have stopped updating for some time.
[Currently, in the dozen or so surveillance videos they have of you, you are always standing atop that mountain of garbage, your red cloak billowing behind you, while the other garbage kings around you kneel down, displaying a posture of submission.]
[This surveillance footage is constantly moving; it shows your cloak billowing, but—this seems to have been going on for a little too long.]
...
(Four o'clock? (ˉ﹃ˉ?))
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