Su Cha choked on water. Ji Tianjin handed him a tissue while patting his back, “Are you okay?”
Su Cha replied very seriously, “I’m fine for now.”
What happens next, however, is uncertain.
They were now already in the outer space domain of Changsui Star, and the ship would soon land.
Partly out of reluctance to offend Ji Tianjin’s kindness, partly because he decided to face the harsh reality, Su Cha’s lips moved, but the words hesitated and didn’t come out.
Every planet has a different time flow speed. The system had mentioned that time on Changsui Star passed much faster compared to other planets. Maybe some people he didn’t get along with had already died.
He remembered that before leaving, he indeed killed quite a few.
Ji Tianjin noticed Su Cha’s hesitation: “Is there something wrong?”
Just to be safe, Su Cha sincerely suggested, “Why don’t we change to another star?” He tried to persuade from another angle, “As far as I know, this planet is very dangerous.”
The premise of “knowing” was either from books or having been here before. Whether the Empire or Fog Star had very little data on Changsui Star, Su Cha shouldn’t fit either condition.
But Ji Tianjin still chose to respect his opinion: “Then we’ll wait here for a while. Minister Xie and the others are on a mission, they must go down to collect environmental samples.”
Su Cha thought for a moment: “Forget it, then we’ll go together.”
Having himself around meant trouble and help in equal measure — for Xie Rongjue and the others, the latter probably weighed more.
After the words, both fell silent.
Ji Tianjin had a vague ridiculous suspicion but didn’t ask. After exchanging a glance, he quietly took out some weapons and equipment; they both went to change clothes.
Afterward, Su Cha went to the cockpit: “Notify the other two warships to all land in the sea area.”
The pilot was already intending that. Below was a deserted city, and something seemed to flash past quickly.
Half an hour later, the warship smoothly landed on the sea surface. The weather on Changsui Star today was extremely hot, scorching anyone exposed to sunlight.
Xie Rongjue handed test tubes to the deputy minister. The detector on his waist flashed red, proving the air here contained toxins. He was using his spirit power to establish a barrier around, his expression suddenly showing slight change.
Seeing this, the deputy chief immediately became alert, observing whether enemies were nearby. The only strange thing was: Su Cha and Ji Tianjin, fully armed.
Bulletproof vests, helmets, guns… in such hot weather, the two were so wrapped up they looked unrecognizable.
If he remembered correctly, they came for a trip — why did they look like they were out for wilderness survival?
Su Cha said, “After all, it’s an unfamiliar planet, better to be careful.”
He even suggested everyone dress like that.
Land treated Su Cha’s words like a royal decree and immediately complied.
Xie Rongjue looked at Su Cha deeply but was interrupted by Land before speaking: “We can go ashore.”
Land had already launched a small yacht, ready to set off at any moment.
On the yacht, Xie Rongjue silently pondered. When about a thousand meters from shore, he really took out heavy combat armor and put it on.
The deputy chief’s expression was complicated — how did the minister suddenly get childish?
The pilot stayed behind to watch the warship; the others each took yachts toward the shore. The deputy chief complained about Xie Rongjue while collecting air samples into bottles and frowned, “This doesn’t seem like a planet where people can live long.”
“It’s not right,” Xie Rongjue said calmly.
Changsui Star entered the Empire’s sight because reflected light wave signals showed it had degraded from a high-level planet to a mid-low level planet — a rare case in the universe.
The shore was silent, a real dead city.
Strange beasts?
This guess was quickly dismissed. Strange beasts basically didn’t appear on mid-low level planets.
Suddenly, Su Cha raised his gun, aimed at a spot, and quickly pulled the trigger. With a muffled bang, a black shadow hidden in the darkness ahead fell down.
“Take the lead, use the silenced gun, keep noise minimal.”
“…”
Why was he so skilled?
Su Cha smiled awkwardly.
Land originally wanted to check the corpse for clues but suddenly stopped midway: “Danger approaching.”
He looked at Su Cha: “Your Highness, find a place to hide first.”
If he regarded it as dangerous, it meant whatever was approaching wasn’t easy to deal with.
Su Cha looked around but found no absolutely safe place. He pointed to an abandoned building by the street and gestured to Ji Tianjin: he would enter from the front door, Ji Tianjin from the back — sweeping and establishing a foothold from left and right, then meeting on the rooftop.
Ji Tianjin nodded: “Be careful.”
Although they didn’t know the hidden danger, it was obviously weaker than strange beasts and not a problem for them.
Su Cha crouched and carefully entered from the front door. Every few meters, there was a corpse with its head cut off smoothly.
Few beings would do that.
He tested by calling into the dark hallway: “System.”
“Here, brat.”
“Call me King’s son,” Su Cha said seriously. “I evolved.”
A mechanical doll came out from the darkness.
“Didn’t expect the host to enjoy revisiting old places.”
Su Cha sighed, “Not really.”
He was deeply impressed by Changsui Star. Unlike where he used to live, Changsui Star also allowed cultivation but emphasized scientific cultivation. “Feathering and ascending to immortality” was an exaggeration — the people of Changsui Star always pursued longevity alongside heaven and earth by unique methods.
The year he came, the people tried to stop the end-of-age by extracting special components from monsters to make medicine and altering the atmosphere. After various attempts, some planned to create a spirit-gathering device to collect all spiritual energy in the world, helping achieve immortality.
“Simply courting death.” Even now, thinking of those suffocating experiments, he couldn’t help shaking his head.
As Su Cha reminisced, the system fell into memory before him.
Every world the host goes to requires different tasks, but that doesn’t mean the system does nothing. In fact, before meeting Su Cha, the system was the main executor of all work, binding a host only because it cannot operate with a human appearance.
The system’s working style is very cold and ruthless. It never considers the host’s feelings. Once the host goes against its will, it uses the most merciless method of “persuasion,” directly acting on the brain, forcing the host to painfully face reality.
The system doesn’t see this as a problem. Every host it seeks is someone close to death. It has warned them that signing the contract could be more painful than death itself, but those people chose life and must pay the price of living.
What use is there in unwillingness to take risks or bear responsibility?
Until it met Su Cha.
Changsui Star was their first joint mission.
The Spirit Gathering Device must never be built; otherwise, the limited spiritual energy would vanish, and the entire planet would collapse.
At that time, this world was already on the brink of collapse. The longevity medicines contained demonic poison. The number of infected grew daily. Once deeply infected died, that was only the start of the real danger — they became zombies.
The system was not omnipotent. After sending the host to a world, it would have a period of weakness. To quickly locate the secret experimental base of the Spirit Gathering Device, the system planned to let Su Cha use his beauty as a weapon to mingle among the major factions.
This was the mildest approach. Previously, many hosts actively used similar methods, manipulating emotions to achieve their goals.
Just as the system was about to explain the plan, Su Cha, standing outside the infected zone — a h*ll on earth — spoke first: “I will use the Flower God’s blessing to ease the demonic poison.”
The patients had almost lost reason and were super strong. Treatment was difficult and they needed to be calmed first.
“When the world is nearing its end, nihilistic myths always spread especially fast,” Su Cha said calmly. “Then you can make some imitation birds to spread rumors worldwide that I am the reincarnation of Buddha, and eating my flesh grants immortality.”
“That way, everyone’s attention would be on me. Those deluded by the idea of immortality will seek me out. We just need to play the prey, turn the tables, and interrogate them one by one — surely we’ll gain something.”
After a pause with no reply, Su Cha said with slight doubt, “System, are you still there?”
“…Yes.”
Compared to wasting effort approaching suspicious targets proactively, this method was indeed more efficient. But Su Cha proposed it calmly, as if truly treating himself like meat bait — attracting nearby wolves in an even bloodier way.
“Do as you wish,” was the system’s answer.
The following months were very difficult for Su Cha. He advanced cautiously, using all conditions to evade pursuit while setting traps to hunt back.
But he underestimated human greed. His whereabouts were eventually leaked by someone he had helped. The system could have stopped the leak but chose not to, so the host would face reality. It only warned him to flee at the last moment.
Such incidents happened repeatedly. Eventually, some mad profiteers deliberately infected populations in their regions to lure Su Cha. Voices once grateful for his lifesaving help turned to slander, blaming him for the innocent caught in the crossfire.
Under these circumstances, Su Cha still methodically continued the original plan.
System: “Doesn’t the host feel resentment?”
Su Cha calmly replied, “At least it confirms the Buddha reincarnation rumor. Most people would have given up by now. Me saving lives on the frontline gives them the wrong impression.”
“That I’m a saint with no bottom line.”
Such underestimation benefits their future moves.
“Then just put on a show,” the system unusually added, “no need to spend effort truly saving.”
Su Cha nodded decisively, but his next actions still maintained the same standard — cleansing infected individuals of the demonic poison.
Every host the system had worked with had a tragic past, and spirit distortion was the norm.
It never expected to encounter an exception in Su Cha — a demon who showed it a glimpse of humanity’s brilliance.
Three months later, they obtained secret intelligence from an officer and pinpointed the secret base.
At the same time, Su Cha perfected his “saint” persona.
He sent sincere letters to several factions that had tried to take advantage of him, stating that whoever could completely clear the ten most dangerous zones, he would personally visit them.
The letter’s background illustrated Buddha cutting flesh to feed an eagle, implying his willingness to sacrifice if someone could fulfill his conditions.
The ten dangerous zones referred to fully infected areas, where everyone had turned into zombies. If left unchecked, the consequences would be disastrous. Yet no one wanted to act, preferring to build walls and claim territory.
No one doubted the truthfulness of his letter. Su Cha never asked for rewards; his requests were for humanity’s survival. His image as a do-gooder was deeply rooted in the public mind.
During his escape and rescue efforts, Su Cha continuously expressed his belief: to do all good deeds possible and seek reincarnation soon.
Even strangers could feel his eager spirit to attain enlightenment.
The factions gathered forces to clear the danger zones. Once mostly cleared, Su Cha and the system detonated the secret experimental base.
Afterward, the system criticized many unnecessary operations.
For example, guiding the big factions to clear the zones — knowing which faction was behind the experiments, they could have just completed the task and left.
The system raised a question outside work for the first time: “Has the host ever truly considered destroying this world?”
Su Cha shook his head: “All beings suffer; there’s no need for mutual destruction.”
In the years that followed, he continuously proved this with his actions.
…
Recalling the past, Su Cha called the system: “You’re not frozen, are you?”
Absent-mindedness without reason is an early sign of dementia.
The mechanical doll’s deep eyes darkened: “Nothing. Just thinking about other things.”
Su Cha: “I’ve always wondered — why are you so sure no second Spirit Gathering Device can be made after we destroyed the base?”
System: “The energy stones powering the device came from my home planet. There is no second one.”
More of this was classified; it clearly wasn’t willing to elaborate.
Su Cha tactfully changed the subject: “The silver lining — this isn’t a human base, no enemies of mine here.”
On the street, the real danger finally appeared — a two-meter giant, its flesh rotten. Xie Rongjue and Land surrounded the stench-emitting super-zombie. As they prepared to strike, the giant muttered unconsciously: “Su Cha, eat, kill… Su Cha…”
Xie Rongjue and Land froze.
Though quiet, Su Cha’s perception caught every word. His eyelid twitched: “What’s going on?”
“This is a super zombie. It was definitely a top-tier expert before death, perhaps the base leader,” the system said calmly. “Remember what the host did before leaving?”
Su Cha whispered: “Nothing much.”
He had secretly arranged ‘meetings’ with top experts returning from clearing danger zones while they didn’t know he had destroyed the base. With the device gone, Su Cha became the only hope. These top experts brought few bodyguards, eager to monopolize his flesh. In the end, he and the system led them into zombie packs.
“This is at most retaliation,” he said. The summoned top experts were his fiercest pursuers before: “See, I even spared a few.”
System sneered: “If I recall correctly, the host wrote a thank-you letter to the spared one, saying: ‘Thank you, you idiot cutting your own flesh. I was just messing with you.’”
Never forgetting to offend everyone before leaving.
“…”
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