Chapter 424: The Strongest Trial Star!
When facing the No. 5 Pioneer Papalocka, Yang Ming did have the urge to "kill this guy" several times in a row.
But he restrained himself.
There is no way. Pioneer No. 5 is like a countdown. When his growth reaches the standard set by the Faya civilization - gaining enough political influence in a powerful political body, "Faya's Game" will officially start.
Taking control of Pioneer No. 5 can greatly increase Yang Ming's initiative.
This is also the main reason why Yang Ming chose to find Pioneer No. 5 in an open and aboveboard manner and have a dialogue with him under the supervision of the top leaders of the Yada Democratic Nation.
Several other minor reasons were mainly due to Yang Ming’s current situation in the empire.
Yang Ming also needed to use this incident to formally confirm his identity as the Faya people's tentacles extending into the low-dimensional world.
After the first conversation, there was basically nothing gained.
When Yang Ming left the interrogation room, he found the senior official of the Yada Democratic Republic who was in charge of liaising with him and asked them to place Papalocka under house arrest in the hotel where the imperial delegation was staying, and to be careful not to let this guy show any suicidal tendencies.
Yang Ming didn't say much else.
He bet that the Yada Democratic State would not dare to do anything to this Forerunner No. 5.
Even if this regime wanted to establish initial contact with the Faya civilization by training Pioneer No. 5, it also needed to consider whether they had the ability to protect Pioneer No. 5.
That night, Yang Ming took a shower and lay on the big bed in the hotel, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Papalocka is already under Lu's full surveillance.
With the technological reserves of the Yada Democratic Republic, it is difficult to defend against Lu, the little goddess who comes and goes freely in the online world.
"When this guy said they were unworthy, did he mean the Fayans were unworthy, or her hometown?"
Yang Ming murmured in a low voice.
A few spots of fluorescence appeared on the surface of the watch he placed on the bedside table, and a miniature bell appeared in a circle and floated carefully to the pillow next to Yang Ming.
She muttered quietly: "According to my analysis of her brain waves at that time, she should be saying that her hometown is unworthy."
"Um?"
Yang Ming wondered, "Is there really someone who hates his or her hometown?"
"It's hard to say."
Lu sat down next to the pillow, pinching his chin and analyzing carefully:
"Boss, you see, some of the wealthy businessmen who left Luofeng in the past, especially those guys who left Luofeng and joined the New Federation when the New Federation tried to strangle Luofeng, are in a very bad situation in the New Federation and are not living well. Now Luofeng has become a regional power with the help of the Luofeng Alliance, and its economy has been growing explosively year after year. Some of these guys are pests, and have become the ones who insult Luofeng the most.
"Human beings' complex emotions are really hard to understand."
"What you said is that you hope your brother can live a good life, and you don't want your brother to live better than me. In the final analysis, it's just vanity and jealousy."
Yang Ming yawned and continued:
“But the feeling Papalocka gave me was…she had a very disappointed mood…
"Lv, what do you think we should do to make this guy ours?"
"Beauty trap?"
"Pooh!"
Yang Ming's spit nearly drowned Lu. He cursed, "I already have enough headaches with Daphne, and now there's this guy?"
"Look, look," the lawyer muttered aggrievedly, "You don't even want to mention Captain Catherine's name."
"Don't set me up with your words!"
Yang Ming snorted, and then sighed quietly:
"Catherine has her own ideals and ambitions. If I don't have this mission on my shoulders, I can join her in the revolution.
“The things that Papalocka said today actually make sense if you think about it carefully.
"But there is always a gap between reality and ideal, and we cannot avoid this gap. We must find a way to survive and then find a way to rush forward. This is the way to solve the problem."
Lu smiled and said, "Come on, boss! I will always support you! But you need to improve your debating skills. You were inadvertently led by the other party today. We need to let him understand our logic, rather than us starting from his logic and then extending and defending it. The simplest way is for him to say his thing and we to say ours."
"Okay," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I've gotten used to using my fists lately, and my mouth has become less effective."
"Is the boss going to see her tomorrow?"
"Let's leave her alone for two days," Yang Ming said. "The imperial delegation will not return until a week later. If that doesn't work, I will apply to the empire to stay here for a few more days. I must take this person with me. If we can get her to cooperate and leave with us, that would be great."
"Boss, do you want me to find a chance to scan her memory?"
"Try not to use this method for now. She is also an opponent. Give her some respect first."
Yang Ming changed the subject:
"If she still refuses to surrender, then we'll use some extraordinary measures.
"I want to try it too. If I release the mind control on the Forerunners, will the Faya people just chop me down?"
Lu muttered quietly: "This is still too dangerous, boss."
Yang Ming smiled without saying anything, yawned again, turned over and gave Lu a beautiful pat on the back of the head.
"Good night, I'm going to rest now."
"Sweet dreams, boss!"
Lu called out sweetly, then pouted, tilted her neck and rolled her eyes in one breath.
This boss really doesn't care about anything. He has even read briefings less frequently recently.
Humph, whatever, just spend all your money, buy hundreds of millions of servers, and directly use the Mollymiss Group's network technology-related subsidiaries to unify the Milky Way's network!
Lu made a face and disappeared quietly.
She was just joking about this idea.
However, outside the empire, using capital expansion to build more server networks to enhance its overall strength is indeed what Lu is doing.
What she wants is not a stable, semi-permanent computing resource;
What she wants now is computing power resources that can handle haircuts head-on when haircuts become difficult.
The fastest and most effective way is to use a synchronized, distributed server cluster across the galaxy to surround the Empire's unified network.
…
For three consecutive days, Yang Ming ignored Papalocka.
He is also very busy, walking around every day, visiting local high-tech enterprises, playing ball and watching dramas with local celebrities and gentry, and having afternoon tea with the beautiful wives of officials.
He even participated in two local variety shows, demonstrating how to use mental power to influence the spatial position of matter, and rapidly expanded his fan club in the Yada Democratic Country.
The Yada Democratic Republic also tried its best to befriend Yang Ming. Not only did it award Yang Ming the medal of "Insect Killing Hero", it also gave Yang Ming a bunch of unofficial honorary titles.
The imperial delegation also received several large orders, and the elders and generals who came with Yang Ming attracted plenty of attention and spotlight.
Everyone is doing well here, but Pioneer No. 5 seems to be getting restless.
On the first day of being left out in the cold, Papalocka behaved very calmly . Under the surveillance of several female agents, he did nothing but sleep and daydream.
Her Internet access terminal was confiscated, and her movements were restricted, so she could only move around in this hotel suite.
After being left out for two days, Papalocka seemed a little anxious. He couldn't fall asleep with his eyes closed, had no appetite, paced back and forth in the room, and then went to the window to open his e-cigarette and indulge in smoke-free intoxication.
Three days later, Papalocka was in an even worse mood.
She spent most of her time in a daze, and while in a daze she would sometimes make some dangerous moves.
But the female agents on duty successfully stopped Papalocka's self-harm and bound his hands and feet with magnetic shackles at the same time, making it impossible for Papalocka to complete actions such as putting his hands together.
Early morning of the fourth day.
"I want to see the White Ghost."
When Papalocka spoke for the first time, the agents quickly went to the next room to report to their superiors.
This news went through countless levels before it reached Yang Ming's ears.
Yang Ming, who was sleeping, immediately dressed himself, went out, turned a corner, and arrived at the room where Papalocka lived.
After a symbolic knock on the door, two young, beautiful, fair-skinned female agents opened the door and bowed to Yang Ming, deliberately revealing their deep cleavages.
Thank you for the generous gift.
Yang Ming nodded with a smile, walked past the two of them, and locked his eyes on Papalocka in the living room.
The female agent received orders from her boss and went outside to wait for news.
There was a faint fragrance in the room, which was the harmless smell produced by e-cigarettes.
Papalocka was in much better condition than three days ago, but her eyes were lifeless. Her bloated body was curled up on the sofa, and there were stains from drinks on her oversized nightgown.
Yang Ming calmly sat down on the single sofa opposite, raised his eyebrows at Papalocka, and said with a smile:
"Want to talk?"
"What do you want from me?" Papalocka asked directly.
Yang Ming said: "Just completing the mission of the Fayya people."
"What good will this do for you?" Papalocka asked back, "Will the Fayya people give your home planet a green light? No, they won't. They must act according to principles and rules. This is the basic principle of high-dimensional life born from collective thinking ascension."
Yang Ming wondered, "How do you know so much?"
Papalocka remained silent.
"It seems that each of us has our own chances and opportunities."
Yang Ming recalled the conversation outline that Lu had prepared earlier.
I tried swearing at each other last time, but since it didn’t work, I decided to try another method.
Sincerity is the greatest killer move.
Yang Ming said: "You asked me to come, but then you don't want to chat with me, so what am I coming here for?"
Papalocka said, "How about we make a deal? You kill me twice and free me from this damn mission, or you set me free and let me continue to eat and wait for death."
"Hmm?" Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Why? Don't you really want to fulfill your mission?"
“Well,” Papalocka said calmly, “If I were given a button that could make my home planet lose the right to participate in the trial, or explode directly in the main time dimension, I would press it without hesitation.”
Yang Ming looked puzzled.
He stood up and walked to the wine cabinet nearby. After finding a combination lock on it, he tore open the alloy on the side of the cabinet, took out two bottles of good wine and grabbed two wine glasses.
Papalocka whispered, "Are you a monster?"
"Almost." Yang Ming let the wine bottle and wine glass float around him, walked back to Papalocka calmly, and continued, "After arguing with you, I thought about it and realized that we are indeed two different types of people, so we have two completely different opinions. I apologize to you here."
"No need." Papalocka stared at the wine glass, his mouth curled slightly, "Are you going to play the emotional card?"
Yang Ming smiled and said, "We are really different, because I have a road ahead of me, but you have a dead end. I will have the opportunity to enter the higher-dimensional world in the future. I am involved in more than three experimental projects of the Faya people at the same time."
"Why do they favor you so much?"
"It's not a preference. I broke the Resurrection Armor at the beginning and got the Ancient God Transformation in exchange," Yang Ming sighed, "Then, I defeated the Valkyrie step by step, and got everything I have now."
"I envy you, too," Papalocka sighed. "If you work hard, you will get rewards . Isn't that a beautiful thing?"
Yang Ming immediately stopped talking: "Isn't this normal? As long as you are willing to work hard and endure hardships, there will always be a day when the hardship will pay off and sweetness will come."
Papalocka sneered: "This is an ideal situation. Most people don't have this opportunity."
"No," Yang Ming said, "It should be that only a small number of people don't have this opportunity. Most people can get positive feedback, but the amount of feedback they can get varies."
Papalocka smiled and said, "Is your native civilization, that is, your home planet, still in a relatively primitive social form?"
"Beginner? I don't think so."
"Then let me test you."
"please."
"If a political system wants to quickly accumulate wealth, what other methods are there besides plundering from abroad?"
Yang Ming thought about it carefully: "Enhance trade? Technological innovation?"
“The essence of trade is the exchange of resources, and trade between strong countries and weak countries is often a form of mild plunder;
"Technological innovation gives other political systems a technological advantage, which is itself a form of plunder. Universal technological innovation will instead lead to the accelerated concentration of social wealth in the hands of a small number of people."
Papalocka curled his lips slightly:
"As expected, you come from a more elementary society."
Boss Yang was immediately unhappy: "Okay, I admit that my hometown accidentally touched the time bubble and triggered the Faya game program, but this does not mean that our social form is backward in development."
"for example?"
"For example, the political system where I was born in my hometown has these two development models."
Yang Ming briefly introduced the development path of the flower-growing family.
Papalocka shook his head slightly: "You are wrong, young man."
Year!
Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Where did I go wrong?"
Papalocka smiled:
"The wealth accumulation of your political system is based on the two reasons you mentioned, but in fact, it is based on the entire society's oppression of hundreds of millions of migrant workers, right? The name you use is based on the entire society's oppression of hundreds of millions of migrant workers.
“You must be grateful for the unbroken civilizational heritage that your political system possesses, which gives the entire political system an extraordinary cohesive force.
“In addition, according to your description, the reason why you can live a stable life and gradually become stronger is because some parts of this political system have paid a huge price. These parts will suppress the development of the free economy to resist the erosion of external capital.
"These are the two fundamental reasons... Well, although you are not very knowledgeable, the political system you belong to can indeed be considered a mid-level social form."
Yang Ming shrugged: "I can feel that there is still a part of the superior class that continues to grow."
"This is inevitable. This is human nature. Humans are social creatures that feed on a sense of superiority."
Papalocka frowned and asked:
"You mentioned accidental touch just now? Did you launch a long-distance spacecraft directly into outer space?"
"Um."
"Didn't you find any clues left by previous civilizations?"
"Hint?" Yang Ming wondered, "Do you still have this thing?"
"This is within the rules of the Fayya people. The previous generation of civilization on our planet failed in the process of advancement, and the result was that all humans on the planet evaporated overnight. They were unwilling to accept this, so they left behind some relics in the hope that they could help the next greenhouse civilization that appears on this planet."
Papalocka said:
"So, my civilization developed relatively quickly, and we knew from the very beginning that when we developed into a true first-level civilization and began to explore the universe, we would trigger the trials set by higher-dimensional human civilizations."
Yang Ming frowned tightly: "I'm afraid... this is a tragedy."
"Yes, it's a tragedy, a complete tragedy," Papalocka chuckled. "I envy you, your home planet, your hometown's political system. As long as you work hard, you have a certain chance of success. What a wonderful life it is."
"Where is your home planet?"
"They should be buried in that cage!"
Papalocka's expression was somewhat ferocious:
"That distorted world should not have entered the real Milky Way!"
Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Why?"
Papalocka closed his eyes, his whole body shaking, and he tried to calm himself down, fighting the emotion until it finally turned into a sigh.
“I have completed the single-planet version of The Abyss on my home planet.”
Yang Ming's facial muscles were twitching slightly.
"But the Faiya people refused to allow my home planet to enter the galaxy and demanded that we participate in the next trial."
Yang Ming's expression was a little unnatural.
