Even after Ma Jingshuo and the others left, Ye Chen was still filled with confusion.
Fortunately, cooperating with them to save the planet does not conflict with or affect the current plan.
However, there are reservations about whether they can actually return to their original world along with the planet Woolf after saving it.
Let alone gods, there aren't many remaining remnants of gods on Planet Woolf. Is this little bit of power really enough for them to rekindle the flame of hope?
Not wanting to discourage them, all Ye Chen could do was try his best to become stronger; the rest was beyond his current capabilities.
"Is Yang Tianyou also plotting against this planet?" Ye Chen wondered, gazing at the endless darkness.
In the days that followed, he and Jian Mengyi waited patiently for their clansmen to clear away the darkness around them.
There are many high-level dark creatures on the planet Woolf, and even some small dark origin sites. Invading these places requires some detailed planning.
Three days later, Ye Chen finally received a message from Mitchell, informing him that there was a sea beast of level 6 in a trench a thousand kilometers to the east.
Mitchell and his group usually kill these high-level dark creatures silently. Only those of level 6 or higher will be sent to Ye Chen to finish them off and obtain the dark treasure chest.
However, Ye Chen did not go out. He only arranged for Oros to go. A level 6 skeletal dragon was enough to finish off the enemy, and it could bring back the dark treasure chest afterwards.
"High-level dark treasure chests often yield many rare items, but unfortunately, the trial space has restrictions, and most of the items are mainly for lords to advance in rank!" Ye Chen said with a sigh as he lay on the rocking chair.
As a lord, he usually doesn't take risks himself. Now, with the help of the local gods, he can simply lie in his territory, plant flowers, raise chickens, and wait for his clansmen to bring things back to him.
This planet is vast and home to a considerable number of high-level dark creatures. He doesn't need to compete with ordinary lords for lower-level races; he can simply wait to reap the lion's share.
"Ye Chen, don't you think the dark aura is dissipating faster than expected?" Lying next to Ye Chen, Jian Mengyi asked with a puzzled expression, sensing the dark aura in the air.
They only had 10 four-leaf clovers, so their purification speed couldn't be that fast. Even with Ma Jingshuo and the others, it shouldn't have been this fast.
In just three days, the concentration of dark energy has decreased by about 10%. If we don't consider the occasional dissipation from the source of darkness, wouldn't it be able to be completely purified in a month? No matter how strong the four-leaf clover's ability to purify darkness is, it couldn't possibly do something like this in a month, could it?
"If we can have four-leaf clovers, others can too. Besides, who knows if Ma Jingshuo and the others are telling the truth or not? Five four-leaf clovers, can that sustain their territory?" Ye Chen scoffed. He only spoke half of what he said, and these people couldn't be believed entirely.
"That's still not enough, is it? To reach that level, you'd need at least two or three hundred four-leaf clovers. This number is still far from enough!" Jian Mengyi frowned, her face full of confusion.
"Alright~~~ Stop thinking about it. How could we possibly know exactly how many four-leaf clovers someone else has? Besides, four-leaf clovers aren't the only way to dispel dark energy; it's just that this method is more effective and has no side effects!" Ye Chen said, looking at the deep darkness.
"Okay!" Jian Mengyi nodded. Since he had said so, she was too lazy to think about it anymore. Anyway, the man beside her would always take care of these troublesome things.
Ye Chen stared silently into the darkness, lost in thought, while occasionally taking out his wristband, as if waiting for some news, but he never received it.
In the end, he could only lie down on the recliner and fall asleep helplessly, another day without any results.
On his free time, Ye Chen had been helping the goblins on Fatty's side with their research. From mechs and spaceships to trading disks and magic crystal bombs, all of these were his ideas. So whenever Fatty encountered a bottleneck in his research, he would come to him for help.
Ye Chen may not be able to provide a solution, but he always manages to open up a great new idea for the goblins, pushing the research forward.
"If all else fails, have Si Meng dismantle that wristband of your goblins. It contains a basic computer system; let the goblins learn from it!" Ye Chen said helplessly.
The development of mechs and warships was hampered by technological limitations, especially in the area of computers. After all, it was a magical world where the tree of technology had not yet been fully developed. Only on Earth were there some rudimentary forms, but ultimately, they were all submerged by magic.
Don't be fooled by how convenient the wristband's remote projection is; it's not all thanks to technology. Magical power drives it, with technology playing only a small part.
"This, this is a trial space. The wristbands are essential for survival. Once they're used, there's one less left. Remote communication is already difficult enough these days!" the fat man said reluctantly with a bitter face.
"So? Why don't we build a remote communication system first?" Ye Chen asked subconsciously, and the two of them were immediately stunned.
Exactly! Since long-distance communication in the trial space is so troublesome, why not just develop a complete long-distance communication system? There's definitely a market for it!
"You're such a waste not to do scientific research!" the fat man said irritably, then hung up the call and dragged his goblins off to do their research.
Seeing the screen suddenly go black, Ye Chen grimaced helplessly. He hadn't really realized what was happening before, since he hadn't had a break all this time.
However, looking at the wristband on my hand, it seemed quite feasible.
To be honest, there were far too many wristbands in the trial space; on average, each lord brought in two to three wristbands.
However, this number is far from enough. You see, with the territory stationary and the clansmen going out to explore, the wristband is the only way to maintain real-time communication between the two sides.
A wristband can only ensure contact with one small clan unit; once the number of units sent out increases, it simply won't be enough.
If Fatty can really develop a convenient remote communication tool, this market will definitely be no smaller than that of the Magic Crystal Bomb and the Multi-Treasure Trading Disk.
"Oops, how did the conversation veer off-topic again?" Ye Chen said blankly, then suddenly remembered something, his face fell, and he sighed, "When will my dream mecha finally be made?"
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