Chapter 10: Crossing the World with My Green Skin!

T04 World Community,

Dust World,

On the fringes of the Goblin Tribe,

"Blech."

"So filthy."

An especially skinny Little Brother Brennan had sneakily run into a nearby river outside the tribe, vigorously scrubbing off the filth and unknown creatures'...

Droppings.

Not to mention the intellectually backward Goblin Tribe, even the ancient European Highlanders who barely reached the status of a lower-class war breed often lived in cities full of excrement.

"I'm gonna throw up."

Little Brother Brennan kept scrubbing and almost hurling, his eyes filled with a luster that was not common among goblins. Nevertheless, this luster was now consumed by anger,

"What race is this?"

"And they believe in a god?"

"Any god followed by you guys can just consider themselves unfortunate!"

Little Brother Brennan scrubbed his skin raw before he was finally satisfied enough to throw away the rag and lay down in the river, using the icy water to cool down his overheated brain.

This wasn't because of a fever caused by a virus, it was merely a result from the excessive "overthinking" that led to a brain overheating overload.

This was absurd for the Goblin race.

Their intellect could only be described as meager at best.

But for Little Brother Brennan, it felt like a prison, trapping his brain processing power.

"I never thought transmigration could actually exist."

"And it can even be controlled purposefully. Just need to use the Super Large Collider to collide with God's melody and open the passage."

"But what race did I transmigrate into? The brain capacity and composition is even worse than my outdated computer system that has been phased out for thirty years."

"Too bad I don't have the necessary equipment or assistants. I really want to perform a genetic editing process on this body as soon as possible."

"If it really doesn't work..."

With a complicated expression, Little Brother Brennan closed his eyes. In his dark consciousness, a golden hexagonal bone armor was suspended,

"At least let me activate my own Destiny Intelligence Bone!"

Because of overthinking, Little Brother Brennan soon fell into a dream. The Destiny Intelligence Bone revolved around, illuminating his consciousness and leading him into the forgotten past in his dreams.

"Dr. Elliot Carlton is a true genius!"

"Dr. Elliot Carlton created a spirit collider that far surpassed the technological level of the White Tower Federation by thirty years, which benefited us in discovering the undiscovered world!"

"Shocking! The world may be proven to be multi-dimensional, Dr. Elliot Carlton's team may lead the Wise Man world to start dimensional exploration and colonization!"

"Dr. Elliot Carlton's team created a large spirit collider and is about to open the dimensional tunnel!"

It all replayed in Elliot Carlton's mind, reaching the pinnacle of his life, but also the darkest moment-

Leading a nation with average technological level towards the forefront of the world, discovering a mystery that has puzzled the Wise Man World for ages, and being hailed as the No.1 genius of history above all Wise Man.

The unique Destiny Intelligence Bone in his forehead was the best proof.

Then, he made "history."

However, this history was slightly off from what he had in mind and desired.

He thought that with their level, opening up a new dimension and being the discovered party, they would surely be weaker than them.

Just like the sea voyage era of Wise Men, Columbus, the father of Wise Men navigators, discovered the New World and accumulated primary wealth in the same fashion.

They should have been the colonizers.

However, when the large Spirit Collider was activated and successfully opened the World Channel, the other side was not the "weak world" they had assumed it to be.

Instead, it was a truly, inexpressibly terrifying world, much like the "Abyss" recorded in the myths of Wise Men.

The Wise Man World was destroyed and polluted effortlessly.

The most outstanding genius in history turned into the most sinful criminal in history.

He destroyed the world that nurtured him and that he cherished with his own hands.

At that moment, he plunged into madness instantly.

Thankfully, the Destiny Intelligence Bone that every Wise Man inherently possesses sealed away all painful memories. He no longer remembered how he built the Super Large Collider, transmigrated to a new world, and became Little Brother Brennan.

...

"Poor man."

Logan shook his head slightly. Although he couldn't directly pry into Elliot Carlton's dreams,

As the Father God of Little Brother Brennan, he could "see" some of Elliot Carlton's fragmented memories, which gave him a general understanding,

"Transmigrants, huh."

"Destiny Intelligence Bone, enhances wisdom and computational power, seems to be able to actively control one's emotions and personality, it's a good thing."

"The world behind him seems interesting, especially the so-called Destiny Intelligence Bone. If it can be transplanted or integrated into the Goblin race."

"Only then can the Goblin Tribe genuinely undergo a fundamental evolution."

"And that abyss-like strange world, it seems a bit like the [Strange Abyss World]?"

"If possible, absorbing your race as an affiliated race is not off the table."

"Let's continue observing."

Logan's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, issuing a divine decree.

He ordered the Goblin Chieftain to secretly take care of Elliot Carlton. The demand was not high, it was fine as long as he didn't die.

Other caregiving requirements would alert Elliot Carlton and were beyond the league of the Goblin Tribe's intelligence.

...

Within the T Forum,

The voices of the other Deity Players were notably clamorous.

"???"

"Mad? One faith crystal for ten potions?"

"Seriously, have you told your family about this outrageous pricing?"

"No wait, I can pretend you don't know the value of a faith crystal. Hurry up and change the price, and I'll forgive you."

"One thousand faith points are needed to condense a single faith crystal."

"A complex demand for an Anchor of the Void might only cost five or six hundred faith points."

"Your analogy is flawed. If I go to the slave market, I can buy a pair of twin elf sisters for a single faith crystal. The slave trader would even throw in a maid outfit and a candle whip."

"Indeed, hurry up and change it, or I'll be upset."

"If it weren't for the fact that faith points can't interfere with reproduction, making descendants into mindless praying machines, I wouldn't even look at your offer!"

The Deity Players were arguing for a while, but there was no response from the mysterious seller, except for another message appearing.

[I forgot to mention earlier, I'm a bit short on supplies for the time being, so the first batch is limited to one thousand bottles.]

[Hyperdimensional Authentication: 1000/1000 (bottles)]

"This..."

"Don't think that by limiting purchases and playing this hunger marketing game, we will fall for it!"

"Yes, brothers, don't buy it. Let's make the shrewd merchant go bankrupt!"

"Yes, brothers, let's stand together!"

At this moment, the Deity Players were like a family, jointly condemning the shrewd merchant, firmly determined not to be cheated.

However, when the number shown on the Hyperdimensional Authentication changed from 1000 to 950, everyone panicked and began trampling and denouncing.

"Who did that? Shameless. Didn't we agree not to buy? Who secretly bought fifty bottles?"

"Despicable, I need to hurry up and buy twenty bottles too."

"Wait, didn't we agree not to buy? How the hell is it sold out?"

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have bragged. Mysterious seller, I beg you, release more quotas. I only need ten bottles."

"You're not a shrewd merchant, I beg you."

"Hahaha, thank you mysterious big boss, I got ten bottles."

"I got thirty bottles, folks, say it with me, thank you, mysterious seller!"

Even with the looming threat of strange civilizations, everyone remained calm as no one had the means to speed up reproduction.

Everyone remained calm when no one was buying.

But when everyone around seemed to have it and only they didn't, panic immediately set in.

Seeing all this, Logan could only shake his head helplessly,

"What a pity, I'm powerless to assist."

"If I could, I'd like to sell more."

"This stuff isn't going to be worth much in the future."

Looking at the disappearing one thousand bottles of high-efficiency reproduction potion and the newly added one hundred faith crystals on the interface,

Faith crystals are equivalent to the circulating currency in the Hyperdimensional Game.

With this amount of capital, he could do a lot.

"Next, the transcendent tier is a hurdle."

Logan opened his information panel—

[Deity]: Logan

[Divine Power]: Totem (Ethereal)

[Rule]: Hunting (43.7%), Bloody (23.1%)

[Divine Role]: Goblin

[Divine Emblem]: A pair of blood-red eyes

[Divine Art]: Spear of Hunting, Frenzied Bloodline, Goblin Blessing Spell, Anchor of the Void

[Followers]: Goblin (Zero Tier / 1379), Goblin Elite (Second Tier / 34), Goblin Chieftain (Second Tier / Seven Sins Alchemist · Legendary Occupation)

[Civilization]: 25 points

[Faith]: 340 points

[Storage]: Faith Crystal * 100, Special Effect "Slaughter Will", Special Effect "Desire for Reproduction"

[World Fragment]: Dust Class (340 square kilometers / resources "rich"), breeds first-tier ferocious beasts and resources

...

"Let's add the drops to the Goblin Tribe first."

Logan's consciousness returned to the world fragment, transforming into a pair of blood-red eyes that appeared again in the sky above the Goblin Tribe. Looking at the respectful goblins below, he pondered,

"The Goblin Tribe is already known for its fast reproduction and growth rates of its offspring. If I add the 'Desire for Reproduction', the number of goblins can multiply in no time!"

"Also, the Anchor of the Void has found world clues which I haven't had time to investigate yet."

"If the discovered strange world meets my requirements, I will need a large amount of combat power to open up a world battlefield and conquer the strange world."

"Let's start by promoting the Goblin Elites to Slaughter Goblins."

The next moment, Logan issued his divine edict and blessings!

...

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