I Don't Agree to the Terms

Chapter 829 440: After Enough Beatings, Even a Fool Starts Thinking

Now the only value left is Didor himself, the rest are useless. They were originally kept as part of the stage, but since the play has ended, it's time to dismantle the stage to avoid taking up space.

Besides dealing with the people who are of no value, it's also about harvesting resources. The Ascended Empire's intelligent machines will soon exploit this universe in an extremely aggressive manner, not leaving behind anything that can be taken.

"I hope there won't be any surprises popping out on the way." Gu Shanhai couldn't help but think of a possible third-party legacy that might have existed before the appearance of the Sun King and the Moon Priest.

It might come from other worlds within this world cluster.

However, Gu Shanhai did not plan to continue the contact; one must be content to remain happy, for excessive greed could lead to a sudden death.

"If it really exists, it would be better if it jumped out sooner, so I can harvest it ahead of time." Although Gu Shanhai didn't want to engage, if it presented itself, he couldn't just say 'don't disturb.' It would be worth probing a bit, and if a fight is winnable, it could be a chance to earn a bit more.

If he couldn't win, Gu Shanhai would just return to the "First Era" since his mission was already completed.

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Didor hid in a subterranean cave with Elena's corpse, feeling somewhat aggrieved. He, once the dignified Sun King, was now hiding like a rat underground. But grievances aside, he must endure what he has to.

As long as he couldn't resist the power behind the scenes, he must do what it takes to survive.

He who was once arrogant now must become quiet and obedient.

"It's a pity, you really understand nothing. Do you truly believe that your Moon Star Resistance Army defeating my Sun Dynasty would allow you to stand against the Ascended Empire?"

Staring at Elena's corpse, Didor felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart. To him, the lifeless body overlapped with the memory of the Moon Priest of the past.

"Great, truly great."

Didor did not feel any void after revenge, but rather a great sense of satisfaction.

He didn't understand why anyone would feel empty after revenge instead of excited and satisfied.

"The power of the moon, my supreme power." Didor felt a flicker within him, as if eager to devour Elena's body utterly.

However, he wisely suppressed this impulse.

As the Sun King, he couldn't stoop to corpse-eating, and besides, there's no guarantee that devouring it would entirely absorb the moon's conceptual power within, otherwise he wouldn't mind.

To survive, he could go to any length.

"I need help, enough help."

Upon contacting the moon conceptual power within Elena's corpse, some scattered streams of information emerged in his vision, each containing some peculiar knowledge.

This knowledge wasn't the moon conceptual power from Elena but rather knowledge that either filled or emerged due to the fusion of the sun and the moon's unique forces within his bloodline, or, more straightforwardly, the collision of three special forces forming this unique knowledge.

"I was chosen by the sun, not by coincidence." Didor took a deep breath, realizing that this unique fusion was making his thoughts ever clearer.

As for flaws, it was not devoid; the knowledge obtained was too scattered, mostly fragments, making effective utilization impossible for him.

No matter, as long as he continued to clash through his bloodline with the sun and moon's conceptual power, this knowledge would improve eventually.

His instincts told him that this knowledge would be immensely beneficial and mastering it fully would grant him formidable power.

"Where exactly does my bloodline originate from?"

Simultaneously, Didor naturally sprouted curiosity.

Fortunately, he quickly suppressed this curiosity, knowing it was irrelevant where his bloodline came from; what mattered was whether he could utilize the power within it to turn the situation around.

"A special method to open other worlds?"

The first bit of knowledge he received wasn't a way to gain strength as he expected but rather a special ritual to open a world.

"Did I drift here from another world? No, it's that I was purposely sent here."

Didor remained calm, knowing he couldn't have drifted here randomly; if that were true, the first knowledge acquired wouldn't be aimed at opening channels between two worlds.

Subsequently, the emergence of the second bit of knowledge assured him he was just a tool rather than anything vital.

The second bit allowed him to stabilize the passages between two worlds, turning temporary channels permanent, demonstrating that his bloodline didn't provide sufficient assurance.

"Definitely problematic, revenge seems improbable now." Didor lowered his gaze, a whirl of thoughts flooding his mind.

However, he didn't abandon the pursuit of these fragmented memories, as there was still hope, namely utilizing this knowledge from his bloodline as an offering to the power behind the scenes to secure his own life.

Indeed, his baseline from the start was survival; rebellion and revenge were certainly in his mind but were way down on the list.

As for instinct urging him that mastering it would bestow formidable power, he no longer believed it; what if instinct was deceiving him?

Having endured beatings, he trusted nothing, especially since he was treated like a tool; if he trusted that, he'd be better off joining the enemy, perhaps saving his neck.

Who knew if any pits were left in his bloodline by the other side?

Fortunately, the seventeenth bit of knowledge wasn't about world channels anymore, but a reconciliation Secret Technique.

It allowed him to reconcile the sun and moon conceptual powers within, forming a brand-new conceptual power known as the power of the stars.

Though it seemed formidable, Didor instinctively sensed something amiss, causing a reluctance to employ it.

Perhaps using it once would irreversibly change him in some direction.

"I'll wait and see, only after absorbing all the knowledge will I decide." Didor remained vigilant, pondering why such potent power collecting the sun, moon, and all stars wouldn't be included in the first knowledge if it weren't auxiliary for opening world channels.

The eighteenth bit of knowledge emerged, dealing with experiences and methods for employing the star conceptual power, but unlike the first seventeen, it was rough and seemingly shoddy.

The further the knowledge, the more numerous it became, totaling twenty-six, with the last nine visibly rushed unaided efforts.

Even lacking corresponding experience and knowledge, Didor could perceive that the bloodline's intent wasn't to empower him but rather to swiftly open world channels and welcome people from that world.

This notion clouded Didor's expression, realizing he just crawled out of one pit only to fall into another.

"The Moon Priest also came from that world, perhaps to oversee my efforts in opening world channels, yet inexplicably she later betrayed the other side."

He comprehended why the Moon Priest appeared suddenly and constantly opposed him, even provoking him to kill her.

"Ha, did you think I would obediently follow your plan and become a tool?" Didor sneered, beginning to weigh pros and cons, contemplating his next move.