Chapter 1228 An Unprecedented Journey of Recovery

Hao Ren and the others did not plan to stay on this planet for too long, because the subsequent reconstruction work could be handed over to the wise Ancient Spirits to complete. The Petrified Turtle Rock silently left the landing platform, circled around the spire jungle of the City of Souls, and then slowly ascended into the sky. Hao Ren turned the external monitor to the surface, taking one last look at this world about to be reborn before leaving.

He saw the City of Souls, wreathed in lightning, like a crown of thorns nailed to the earth. In the center of the crown, the huge tentacles of the First Born were vaguely visible, connected to the spires. Around this high-tech city were scattered white felt tents. The primitive tribal people were taking root around this "city of miracles" that they could not understand, preparing to begin an unprecedented journey of civilizational recovery. In the foreseeable future, the natives of this world would gather from all over the globe to this place. The descendants of the lost Solar Dynasty would receive the teachings of their ancestral spirits, break away from ignorance, and return to civilization.

And the City of Souls would stand here for a long time, watching over this planet until its final day.

He was gratified that he had finally not taken on the role of gravedigger this time, but was watching a civilization embark on the road to recovery. Although this process was less heroic, it was better than going back with another tombstone.

As the Petrified Turtle Rock crossed the surface crust, it saw the magnificent scene of the Feyalrians in full swing. Hundreds of dazzling white beams of light, like rays of divine punishment descending from heaven, pierced the earth, cutting through the thick petrified rock layers piece by piece. All the filth on this land—including those twisted monsters full of malice and madness—were turned to ashes in the radiant power of the material disintegration rays, or were about to become a wisp of smoke in the mineral processing melt channel. Huge fragments of the earth's crust shattered into streams of rock in mid-air, reaching out into space like tentacles growing from the earth. The Petrified Turtle Rock ascended along with these shattered boulders, and as the cloud dome had broken, sunlight streamed down from the cracks in the clouds, filling the entire scene with breathtaking shock and the beauty of hope.

Hao Ren sent out a probe to take a picture of this scene from a distance, then posted it on the Inspector's public channel. He also added his own note to the message: Imperial Calendar xxxx, location: Rift Nebula, the Purgatory Planet welcomes rebirth. The civilization group temporarily named the New Solar Dynasty survives the winter. Witness: Imperial Inspector Hao Ren, co-witness: Feyalrian Void Consortium Mining Division.

After sending out the message according to the Inspector's work habits, he didn't even look at it, figuring that as a newbie in the company, his post probably wouldn't get many replies. It wasn't until he had filled out a few routine report forms that he had the Datastream Terminal open the post. The moment he opened it, he was stunned: there was a long string of replies below, all left by Inspectors from all over the universe, even from other universes, lined up neatly in dozens of floors, all with one sentence:

"It didn't blow up this time?!"

Interspersed among them were occasional replies that disrupted the formation, some asking if his auspicious aura had failed, some asking if it was a problem with the angle of the photo and that those rising stones were actually chunks of earth crust being blown away, and some asking if he had had his aura cleansed before this business trip. Anyway, the long string of replies immediately baffled Hao Ren. At the end, he even saw a familiar face. Dragon Queen Galazriel had just left a message a few minutes ago: "Thumbs up. You finally didn't blow it up."

"Who did I offend?" Hao Ren scratched his head, completely confused. "How do I, a newbie, have so much attention?"

"You thought you had low attention?" The Datastream Terminal snorted. "You even have your own title—very famous in the mortal world. Many old Inspectors have worked for thousands of years without any nicknames, but you managed to make your title known throughout the universe in just two years. That's quite a feat."

Hao Ren was startled. "Don't talk nonsense. What kind of title could I have?"

"Wherever you go, it blows up," the Datastream Terminal replied in a cheap voice. The voice combined with "her" current form of a girl sitting on the console was just awkward no matter how you looked at it. "There are other names, such as Hao Ren, the one who kills whoever he looks at. That's more common. There are also more literary names, calling you the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception of the race, and there are also those who call you a professional grave digger—of course, these names don't have any malice. It's just that you don't pay attention to the data network, and you don't even know about these things."

Hao Ren broke out in a cold sweat. By this time, if he still didn't know what "wherever you go, it blows up" meant, he would really be a moron. He recalled his Inspector career in the past two years, and realized that, apart from getting familiar with the business on Earth at the beginning, he had basically been running around collecting corpses for people, or collecting corpses for planets...

Lily poked Hao Ren's arm with her finger. "Landlord, I think that sounds pretty cool."

Hao Ren flicked the girl's ear. "Can cool be eaten? If I keep developing like this, one day I'll have to pay for mental damage even if I just visit someone's house. I really didn't expect Galazriel, such a serious person, to join in the fun and make things worse."

"There's no way around your title," Lily wriggled to avoid Hao Ren's big hand. "Who told you to be in charge of the Dream Plane? You know what kind of place that is, the biggest group of ruins, like a graveyard full of civilizational remains. You have to carry a pile of tombstones back even if you just take a few steps there..."

Hao Ren withdrew his hand, crossed his arms, and rubbed them hard. "Stop talking, it's creepy, and it's better not to joke about such serious things."

At this time, Vivian, who had been silent on the side, suddenly said, "Thinking about it this way, why would the Goddess let a newbie like you, with no foundation, independently take charge of the important task of the Dream Plane?"

Hao Ren didn't even think. "Because I'm good at my job?"

The scene was silent for a few seconds. Lily continued to poke Hao Ren's arm with her finger. "Do you believe that yourself?"

"Yeah, I really haven't thought about that," Hao Ren scratched his head, starting to pay attention to this question for the first time. "I was too busy before, and my worldview was being rebuilt every day, so I didn't have time to think about anything else. I just did the tasks as soon as they came down. I really haven't thought about why I was chosen... Terminal, do you think this Dream Plane incident I'm working on is something a newbie Inspector should be doing?"

The Datastream Terminal was stunned for a moment, and its voice was a little uncertain. "If you really want to split hairs according to the regulations, there is no clear task classification system for Inspectors, but usually things are done step by step. And the Dream Plane, as a large-scale key historical legacy issue, involves very complicated relationships. It seems a little unusual to hand it over to a newbie to handle alone. But this is not too suspicious. There have been precedents in the macro world for a newbie like you to take on an important task and accomplish great things by accident."

"But even if there are precedents to follow, I'm still a rare example, right?" Hao Ren pinched his chin, paying attention to his mission for the first time ever. "Putting aside everything else, just Galazriel, whom I know, is more suitable for this job than me, whether it's in terms of experience or knowledge, and she herself is a civilization ruler. It would definitely be more reliable to let her collect corpses for other civilizations than me. But why was I chosen in the end?"

Speaking of this, he added, "As a result, I got the nickname 'wherever you go, it blows up.'"

In the end, he was still struggling with his new title.

Lily sat in the chair, rocking back and forth. This was her habit when thinking about problems—of course, she was also used to rocking back and forth when her brain was blank. "Why don't you just ask the Goddess? Anyway, she's the one who arranged the job for you."

"Do you think she'll tell me? If she wanted to say something, she would have said it long ago. If she doesn't tell you on her own initiative, she won't open her mouth even if you chase after her and ask for a lifetime." Hao Ren shook his head. He knew Raven 12345's personality quite well.

"Isn't that the end of it?" Lily spread her hands. "Only the Goddess knows why she arranged it this way. You're sure she won't tell you, so what are you worried about?"

Hao Ren's heart suddenly became clear. He thought that this literary girl really had hidden wisdom. She was quite able to enlighten people at critical moments.

But the emotion in his heart only lasted for a few seconds before Lily suddenly conjured a small brush from her pocket. She turned and put her tail on Hao Ren's leg, putting the brush into the latter's hand. "So, since you're not worried, come brush my fur. Hiss... it's really itchy when shedding!"

Hao Ren: "..."

This guy is still a husky at heart!