Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Tiger Mo curled her lips: ”Everyone has their own abstraction. From the short ones to pick a general, I guess we can only choose the Superhuman Federation. The Insect Race’s prosperity is an illusion; they are actually just animals being farmed. The robots’ communism sounds good, but they’re a bunch of lunatics. I can’t stand turning myself into a pile of steel.”

Tiger Frost agreed softly: ”In fact, the moment you upload that so-called consciousness, you’re already dead. If someone really chooses the robot faction... haha...”

”Consciousness upload causes death? Why?” Tiger Mo looked at her sister in confusion, ”I thought their technology looked pretty powerful! Much better than the Soul Transfer Skill.”

Tiger Frost glanced at her and explained: ”You think a civilization that has no understanding of the soul can transfer consciousness? That so-called consciousness upload is not about the soul, but simply making a memory backup and then creating a new consciousness entity.”

”In other words, to outsiders, the uploader has indeed achieved immortality on the terminal server, and can even change bodies at will, connecting with other consciousnesses to form a consciousness aggregate or hive mind.”

”But in reality, that’s just a cloned plaything, with the true soul long obliterated. The brain is nothing more than a biological server, with no soul stored inside.”

Tiger Mo and Lu Wenwu both nodded in agreement.

Tiger Mo believed in her sister’s judgment unconditionally.

Lu Wenwu, on the other hand, relied on his Eye of Insight.

If those robots truly had souls, the first line of data analyzed by the Eye of Insight would have included their names.

For example, something in the format of Mechanical Commander xxx, Rocket Raider xx, Annihilation Tank xxx.

Unless they are Great Divine Power Users or have treasures to conceal themselves, the combination of identity/status + name/code is what a normal organism would have.

But the information Lu Wenwu scanned only included the species names of the robots, just like scanning an object.

This already spoke volumes.

Tiger Frost’s explanation further confirmed his judgment.

Lu Wenwu couldn’t help but recall a movie he had seen in a past life called ”Wandering Earth 2,” which featured consciousness backup technology similar to the robots’, allowing consciousness linkage and control of corresponding mechanical devices.

Those biohumans who rose in rebellion back then were essentially already dead, having turned back into dust and soul returned to the sky.

What remained was just the backup consciousness recorded on servers and that ever-intensifying fury towards the Superhuman Federation.

One falls, and countless others rise.

Who says this doesn’t count as transforming oneself into a raging fire, burning all evil?

Not understood, but respected, and blessed.

Watching the gunfire below and the continuously destroyed Super Destroyers, Lu Wenwu said: ”Speaking of which, I have an immature idea. I wonder if you’d like to hear it.”

”What idea?” Tiger Mo asked curiously.

Lu Wenwu didn’t directly answer, instead saying: ”Earlier, through A-Class citizen privileges, I took some time to learn about the history of the Superhuman Federation and discovered something very interesting.”

”Hundreds of years ago, when biohumans and robots weren’t born yet, this planet also had three races: humans, the Insect Race, and... Light Energy Users.”

”Light Energy Users? What’s that?” Tiger Mo asked.

”It’s a cultivation civilization born from the ocean, gradually evolving to master ’Light Energy’.”

Lu Wenwu opened his personal terminal, recorded some information, and then directly exported with spiritual power, projecting the image of the Light Energy Race.

”Hundreds of years ago, the Superhuman Federation claimed this race mastered a destructively powerful weapon that threatened the entire planet, so they launched a full-scale war to exterminate them.”

”Using the technology of the Light Energy Race, humans researched some fascinating things, such as mechanical prostheses, egg shield backpacks, protective shields, laser weapons, and... a mystical power with a fifty percent chance of death immunity!”

While speaking, Lu Wenwu took out a set of Power Armor.

DP-53 Freedom Savior, costing him a lot of Super Currency in the Super Store.

This armor was rarely rated as Epic Level by the system.

Because it has a skill - Democratic Protection.

When suffering a deadly injury, there’s a fifty percent chance of directly negating the damage. If the chest bleeds during a powerful attack, it becomes immune to damage to other body parts.

This is an absolute divine skill, unfortunately only effective with the support of a Federation citizen identity.

In other words, if you betray the Superhuman Federation, or when the mission ends, this thing is scrap metal, essentially exclusive equipment for the mission.

If not for this limitation, this armor would surely deserve Legendary Level, even if its defense is as flimsy as paper.

The skill effect is comparable to the Life and Death Talisman!

”From the Superhuman Federation, you can only trust one of ten words, and that’s the punctuation; even listening to the opposite wouldn’t be a problem.”

Lu Wenwu was well aware of this country’s nature.

Their ability to distort facts surpasses that of a certain Lighthouse Realm.

”Thus, we have reason to suspect that the Light Energy Users might very well be a peace-loving race, and the Superhuman Federation coveted their advanced technology, found an excuse to snatch it.”

Tiger Frost pondered for a moment and said: ”You suspect that the Light Energy Race wasn’t exterminated and could become a fourth force, returning for revenge against the Superhuman Federation after turning dark? But what’s the use of that? They were defeated even at their peak hundreds of years ago, nearly facing national extinction.”

”You’re right, but that’s not what I’m trying to say.” Lu Wenwu shook his head, ”In fact, I suspect that this time, the factions might not be four. The mission description is not lying, but there is a misdirection.”

”Not four?” Tiger Mo ruffled her smooth black hair, ”You mean the Insect Race doesn’t count?”

”No.” Lu Wenwu shook his head again, ”Now I’m very doubtful, not only the Insect Race doesn’t count, but even the Light Energy Users and robots don’t count. This mission has only two factions!”

”Which two?”

”The Superhuman Federation, and the others.”

”Hiss...”

Lu Wenwu’s words caused the Tiger Whale Sisters in the lounge to take a sharp breath.

”Of course, there’s no need for you to be too nervous. The four main factions on the surface still count for the mission; I’m talking about the actual true factions.”

Lu Wenwu leaned back, leisurely resting his head in his hands on the chair.

”Think about it, with the power of the Superhuman Federation and the help of us players, how could even the three other factions combined have any chance of winning? Eliminating one of them would be of no difficulty.”

”Even if we help the Superhuman Federation eliminate the other three races, we’ll only receive basic rewards, topping at Perfect evaluation at most.”

Tiger Mo meekly said: ”But... isn’t Perfect evaluation enough? My sister and I have only achieved Perfect evaluation twice, both with great difficulty...”

Lu Wenwu replied irritably: ”Of course not, I’ve never managed such a shameful evaluation. Since I became a player, the lowest evaluation I’ve achieved is Unbelievable! Perfect? Never got such a disgrace!”

Tiger Mo, Tiger Frost: ”...”

Do you hear yourself? Is that even human talk?

The minimum [Unbelievable] evaluation!

Psycho!

Lu Wenwu ignored the Tiger Whale Sisters’ feelings of inferiority and collapse, and said faintly: ”If conquering the other races is just a way to gain points, then why don’t we think differently? Why must we help the Superhuman Federation?”

”The name of this mission is the War of Justice, is anyone really clean?”

”Is it the brainless war machines of the Insect Race? The robots wanting to overthrow the Superhuman Federation and transform the entire world? The Light Energy Users who, after turning dark, are determined to wipe out humanity? Or the Superhuman Federation, which is full of hypocritical righteousness but actually filthy to the core?”

”None! All four forces are tools pretending to be something they’re not, none of them are good, it’s like the pot calling the kettle black, I see none of them in a good light.”

”So here’s the question, if we don’t represent anyone, don’t join, and consider ourselves a faction, directly conquering the Superhuman Federation, the Insect Race, the robots, and the Light Energy Users, wouldn’t we receive greater mission evaluations and rewards?”

”What’s the point of conquering the other three?”

”I want to wipe out all four factions! I want all the rewards!”

”I want to be the leader of this planet!”