I Don’t Like the Sound of Both

I pressed the cross on the modification chamber. A holographic prompt popped up in front of me, asking about the type of control I wanted. It had various choices, but I settled on the brainwave activated control. That means I could control it by thinking or in this case willing it to do what I wanted. As soon as I gave it the order to store itself, the modification chamber started liquefying. Its liquid form reached out to me and went under my robes. A brief flash of a certain site I used on those lonely nights came to mind. It involved tentacles and stuff which I won't explain.

"Oh hell naw! System get this fucking thing off me!"

[Calm down, it's a standard procedure. Instead of thinking about unrelated stuff, how about you marvel at its liquid form? If you managed to create a piece of technology capable of doing that, I would certainly applaud you.]

With the system's suggestion, I stopped myself from going into unrelated thoughts. Honestly, a precision device capable of moulding itself into some kind of liquid was very novel. I seem to remember a story about a robot from the future that also had this kind of technology in it. The robot was capable of moving through barriers and it was very resistant to damage due to its liquid nature.

The modification chamber had finally settled. It reformed itself on my torso and acted as armour. It was still capable of doing all of its functions, and now it asks me to link the Y.E.E.T. to it. But because I don't have the Y.E.E.T. yet, I asked the system about it.

"It asked me to link the Y.E.E.T. to it. I don't have it yet, what should I do?"

[The Y.E.E.T. costs 10 PP, It's in the system shop. Go check it out.]

I looked at my status profile. It used to list my name, my PP, and the permission level I have. However, there's a new line that I could access.

] Name: Jonathan Joseph Juan Diego Gonzales Ricardo Ramirez Joe

] PP: Impossible to see (0)

] Permission Level: 1 (Intern)

] System Market

It was the system market. I pressed it on my mind and found out why it was called a market instead of a shop. Inside was an uncountable amount of items from various civilizations ranging from primitive to intergalactic superpowers that had countless galaxies under their rule. It was eye-opening and jaw-dropping, to say the least. I could buy spaceships, freighters, and all sorts of stuff there. But then I saw the price of the items. It costs money. The primitive ones could be bought by bartering meat or something, but the high-tech ones need money. And it needs to be in their currency.

"How can I buy shit from here if I don't have the currency needed?"

[Go look around the market menu and you could find the money changer under the system's shop.]

It was true. There's a pinned vendor called the system's shop. You can buy stuff there using PP or money but there were certain items where you must use PP in order to buy it. For example, the coffi- I mean the Civilian Sector Modification Chamber V99 could only be bought using PP.

The description of the vendor simply stated that it was the creator of the marketplace. It had 999,999,999,999+ followers. Most of them asked what kind of thing this PP is, but the system never replied to any messages.

I searched Y.E.E.T. on the search bar and it leads me to one item. As the system said, it costs 10 PP to get one Y.E.E.T.

"I only need to share knowledge with people in order to get PP right?"

[Yes.]

"That means I only need to share with them any kinds of tidbits?"

[No. There is a difference between knowledge and information.]

"And that difference is?"

[Based on the hierarchy of knowledge, knowledge itself is a fluid mix of framed experience, values, contextual information, expert insight and grounded intuition that provides an environment and framework for evaluating and incorporating new experiences and information. It originates and is applied in the minds of knowers.]

"The tl;dr please."

[As long as the learner had applied the information you gave them into their lives, it will be counted as 1 PP. If you gave them new knowledge, that was also counted as 1 PP. That's why I suggest you find yourself a disciple in order to farm PP.]

"A disciple for the passive income and a dungeon for the active income, right? I could even task this disciple with creating a sect in order to generate more income."

[(*￣▽￣)b]

[As long as the knowledge itself comes from you, it will be counted as 1 PP. But if others do not cite your name as the source, you won't get the PP.]

"Now that I have the modification chamber armour on me and a whole plan ready, let's take on the world!"

[Go forth, young man!]

I exited my soon-to-be former hut and walked towards the sect's gate. I passed by countless other disciples on the way there. Some trained their sword while others studied scriptures. Most of them lounged around with their friends. Apparently, the routine of young cultivators wasn't that much different from that of college students. The place is refreshing, to be honest. You can feel nature surrounding you wherever you go. With the bountiful fragrance of leaves, herbs, and flowers, it was puzzling as to why most cultivators wiped out clans and families after their reverse scales were touched. What's even more dumbfounding were these clans and families who continued to bother the protagonist like they don't have anything better to do with their time. Although I do have to confess that this view of mine came from reading too much work of the genre, it was puzzling nonetheless. It was as if all of them had mental issues.

I passed by the small creek that leads to the sect's gate. There were no cultivators to be found there since most of them flew on their flying swords. I continued walking downwards to the small town near the Spirit Sword Sect. Although it was still a large distance away, I could see from my enhanced eyes that the town was bustling with activities. A strong breeze suddenly passed by. I looked at its source and saw a group of cultivators flying toward the Spirit Sword Sect.

Because the town itself was still quite a journey away, I talked to the system about the state of this planet. From its database, this planet was called XsZ-Y104a. Its civilization managed to pass the need for technology by using cultivation. If the fire is not hot enough, increase your cultivation. If the ice is not cold enough, increase your cultivation.

"Essentially, they were all muscleheads."

[They have their own merits. Although there were also a lot of planets that had some magical things as their civilization's focus, none were as standardized as a cultivation civilization.]

"Where there's merit, demerit won't be far."

[Such a civilization needs a protagonist, or in this case, a son of heaven to appear. If they failed to do so, then it would be an era of endless fighting and pillaging. Even if one managed to appear, the character of such a person must be tested by countless trials their own civilization gave them.]

"Trials?"

[Be it their family were slaughtered, or an elite stole their marriage partner.]

"That's kinda…"

[Inefficient. It was chaotic and very inefficient. This planet had been rejected by three intergalactic empires because they lacked protagonists for ages. It was not their golden era so to say.]

Time passed quickly when you were having fun they said. I arrived near the town in no time. There were countless merchants here and there on their ox carts, bringing in goods. The small town was quite rowdy. There was a cultivator who wasted his time trying to pick up mortal women in the tavern. There were another one trading goods on the market. I could even find one of them enjoying life in a restaurant.

'Am I crazy or are they being really peaceful right now?'

The answer soon became apparent. The cultivator who picked up women in the tavern got rejected painfully. As soon as he took out his sword to strike the woman down, another cultivator stopped him with a flick of his robe. It was the one who was relaxing and enjoying life.

"What was the meaning of this?" The rejected guy asked with flaring nostrils.

"Please stay your hand from Spirit Sword Sect's people." The relaxing guy declared.

I can't be bothered to hear what they were saying anymore. It's too damn self-righteous and bullshit. I walked away from their fight, intending to continue my journey. But was held back by one of them. The relaxing guy put his hand on my shoulders.

"As I had said before. If you put your hands on the people of Spirit Sword Sect, my senior brother here would thrash you easily." He exclaimed to the rejected guy.

"Excuse me?" I asked dumbfoundedly.

I prepared myself to fight in the name of self-defence. However, as soon as my opponent saw my face, he turned his tail and ran in terror. I thought of two things. Either my face was that hideous or this body was from someone high profile. I don't like the sound of both.