System: My Doomsday Train Chapter 986 370: "Three Months?

"Of course, that sounds great!"

A flicker of astonishment appeared in the Great Elder's gaze: "Are you able to resolve this virus crisis?"

They hadn't pinpointed the virus at all, making it impossible for them to address it.

"I possess a seventy percent success rate, though it will require some time. Let's talk compensation first. What are you willing to offer? I require iron ore and assorted resources—no Murphy Stone needed. You get three bids."

"Should any tempt me, I'll remain to fix your issue."

"Otherwise, farewell until fate brings us together again, and..."

Before Chen Mang finished speaking, the Great Elder gazed intently at him: "Every resource. Solve this crisis and grant the Rough Civilization a Divine Arrow, and all our resources become yours!"

"This territory and mining star included—they're yours."

"Our entire civilization's domain, stretching across billions of light-years, yours as well."

"..."

Silence slowly enveloped Chen Mang, a faint twitch crossing his lips. After a prolonged pause, he whispered, "You excel at bargaining. Your opening proposal already tempts me, yet..."

"This doesn't feel sincere; are you planning to renege?"

"My deals aren't so simple to dodge."

This is infuriating!

He sought massive gains, yet they couldn't treat him like an idiot. Handing over all resources leaves them with nothing—what then? Could they survive on romance and air alone? Or on Divine Arrows and air?

With just a Divine Arrow, did other necessities vanish?

Rather than plotting conquest later, why not strike immediately and skip the antidote hassle?

His eyes narrowed subtly.

The Constant Star Train chamber's doors slid shut gradually, while the concealed "Built-in Fire Control System" within stood poised to unleash devastation at any instant, set to wipe out these elders and render the Rough Civilization headless.

"Far from it."

The Great Elder drew a deep breath, then fixed Chen Mang with a solemn stare, enunciating clearly: "Things have reached this point, so I'll lay it all bare!"

"Though our Rough Civilization stems from the 'Star Arrow Race,' we're only a distant offshoot."

"Lately..."

"The Star Arrow Race ascended to Ninth-level Civilization status, advancing toward Divine-level, and through unknown methods, summoned every scattered Star Arrow Race member across the cosmos to unite and elevate together to Divine-level!"

"When that moment arrives—"

"A colossal, intricate 'Bloodline Wormhole' will open within the deadline, transporting all dispersed clan members—including our 'Rough Civilization'—back to the core lineage."

"However..."

"Entering the Bloodline Wormhole demands a 'Divine Arrow' as guide. Lacking it prevents access."

"For the 'Star Arrow Race,' this poses no hurdle, as no true member lacks a Divine Arrow, but our Rough Civilization has none—and the deadline looms in three months."

"Fail to birth a Divine Arrow in three months, and the Rough Civilization forfeits reunion with the main clan. A later Divine Arrow won't prompt them to expend vast resources on a Bloodline Wormhole just for us."

"This represents our sole chance."

"Thus..."

"Should you genuinely resolve this in three months and enable a Divine Arrow's emergence, we surrender all resources to you."

"The Bloodline Wormhole swiftly collects clan members flung across the universe over billions of light-years—a staggering feat. Yet it demands total emptiness: no possessions, not even clothes; entrants must arrive utterly bare, reborn anew."

"No other way exists to reassemble all dispersed clan members throughout the stars."

"..."

Chen Mang mulled it over in silence, grasping the Rough Civilization's desperation. Joining a Divine-level Civilization stirred their fervor, bolstered by the Star Arrow Race's tight-knit bonds.

Naturally.

It stemmed chiefly from their scant population.

Humans couldn't manage it; their numbers overwhelmed. Forget it— a Bloodline Wormhole for humanity would cost fortunes beyond measure.

Still...

"Three months?"

Chen Mang shook his head, eyeing the Great Elder gently: "You've got it wrong. I can merely secure future Divine Archers' births. The poisoned ones transformed into Berserker chosen ones hold no value now; curing them changes nothing fixed."

"All I offer is safeguarding your newborns from this virus."

"How does an infant newborn forge into a Divine Archer?"

"That lies outside my aid."

"Then it's worthless." Sorrow flickered in the Great Elder's eyes: "A Divine Arrow must emerge within three months for talks to proceed, and we'll pay any cost."

"Failure means..."

"The Rough Civilization stays the lone Star Arrow Race branch adrift outside."

He concealed a vital detail.

Namely...

The Ninth-level 'Star Arrow Race' warned branches outright: miss the Bloodline Wormhole assembly, and all chosen ones' powers get revoked.

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"This is our only opportunity."

"So..."

"If you can truly help us solve this within three months and produce a Divine Arrow, we will leave all resources to you."

"The Bloodline Wormhole can rapidly gather clan members scattered across the universe, spanning a distance of billions of light-years, an exceedingly impressive figure. But the price is that nothing can be carried into the wormhole, not even clothing; entry must be entirely naked, as if newly born into this world."

"Aside from the Bloodline Wormhole, there's basically no method to gather all clan members dispersed in the universe."

"..."

Chen Mang pondered without speaking, comprehending why the Rough Civilization felt so urgent. The opportunity to become part of a Divine-level Civilization naturally made them anxious, and the Star Arrow Race's unity is also strong.

Of course.

It's mainly because of their small numbers.

The Human Race wouldn't do; there are simply too many Human individuals. Never mind, creating a Bloodline Wormhole for the Human Race would surely have astronomical costs.

Just...

"Three months?"

Chen Mang shook his head, looking at the Great Elder and softly said, "You've misunderstood. I can only help you ensure the birth of more Divine Archers. Those already poisoned and turned into Berserker chosen ones have no significance anymore; even if detoxified, they are already set."

"What I can do is merely ensure that your civilization's newborns won't carry this virus."

"How can a newborn infant become a Divine Archer?"

"This is beyond my help."

"Then it has no significance." The Great Elder's eyes revealed a trace of sadness: "Only if a Divine Arrow is birthed within three months does it matter for further negotiation, and the Rough Civilization is willing to pay any price."

"If this can't be achieved."

"The Rough Civilization will become the only branch of the Star Arrow Race drifting externally."

He had withheld one crucial piece of information.

That being...

The Ninth-level 'Star Arrow Race' explicitly told all branches that those not assembled through the Bloodline Wormhole within the stipulated time would have all their chosen forces nullified.

He actually withheld one piece of crucial information.

That being...

The newly emerged Ninth-level 'Star Arrow Race' clearly informed all branches that those who fail to gather through the Bloodline Wormhole within the given time will have all their chosen one's powers canceled.

He had actually withheld an essential piece of information.

That is...

The emergent Ninth-level 'Star Arrow Race' notified all branches that, if they failed to regroup via the Bloodline Wormhole within the allotted period, all the power granted to their chosen ones would be revoked.

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