Chapter 73: Network Online, Rescuing the Alchemy Emperor

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Chapter 73: Online Rescue of the Alchemist Emperor

Chapter 73: Online Rescue of the Alchemist Emperor

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"If you're going to die, just die. Why are you causing trouble even before you kick the bucket?"

Xu Zhi stared at the scene, his mind momentarily blank, and silently cursed, "You little jerk."

He had assumed that after being assassinated, the player would simply log out of the game, which would have been much less hassle.

After all, this transmigrator emperor would most likely want to return to Achilles, the Land of the Gods, in his later years to meet the celestial deities.

Xu Zhi thought: "I haven't even finished building that map! What if he exposes me? That would be incredibly awkward!"

But to his surprise, even though the emperor was so gravely injured and unconscious, he wasn't willing to simply accept euthanasia. Instead, he was struggling on the brink of death, putting on a show for sympathy, and frantically posting online. This guy's will to live was just too strong!

Xu Zhi wore an exasperated, speechless expression.

"You're the great Alchemist Emperor, the supreme being of this age. Why are you so shamelessly begging for pity? What if the Wizard World sees this? Won't that be incredibly embarrassing?"

"And in reality, you're a domineering CEO of a transnational tech company in your forties. Acting so cute like this—you're ruining your image!"

Xu Zhi blinked, a wry smile on his face. "Forget it, let nature take its course. As long as he doesn't cause trouble, target me, or give me a headache before he leaves, it's fine."

Let him make a fuss.

Xu Zhi felt there was no way to stop this scoundrel. What, was he supposed to pull his internet cable?

Xu Zhi wasn't truly a Creator; he was simply someone cultivating a world. He couldn't even easily interfere with most of the civilizational developments within his sandbox.

After all, how could he interfere?

To transform into a towering giant, the "Creator God," and walk into the sandbox again? That was impractical!

Or to transform into Mercury, the God of Wisdom, and go in to interfere? That would be troublesome and equally unrealistic!

"Besides, how could these netizens out there help you?"

Xu Zhi shook his head, perfectly calm. He figured the guy's plea for help was useless. "If you, an Alchemist Emperor, can't do anything, then no matter how resourceful these netizens are, they certainly can't help you. You're already passed out on the roadside; just wait for death."

Xu Zhi took a bite of an apple, appearing nonchalant. "Just clinging to life, that's all."

At this very moment, with the help request post from the star player "Primordial Thunderhand" reaching the other world, the entire forum erupted, and even Zhihu itself was buzzing.

As a forum for "social elites" where everyone "earns millions annually" and "shares stories they just made up" (their sarcastic self-description), they felt incredibly proud.

"Holy cow!"

"This topic is interesting!"

"Even though everyone here earns millions monthly, is talented, and speaks well, I know this guy, and he's not boasting! He truly is a transmigrator from another world, the legendary Alchemist Emperor."

People on the forum and Zhihu quickly asked for details, wondering how he had fared so miserably in the other world. It was an embarrassment to all transmigrators from Earth!

Li Shengjiang explained that he was old and his time was nearly up.

His mental strength had weakened to less than a tenth of its original power. If he were a true Level 7 Epic Wizard, even with his aging, he wouldn't have been taken out by a sneak attack, as the gap in power levels was significant.

However, he was merely a Level 7 through his alchemical creations; in essence, he was still a Level 6 Wizard.

Countless players understood immediately upon hearing this and began to comment.

"Can't help you, just wait for death patiently (jokingly)."

"Just lie down and it's over. Passed out on the roadside, you've probably already been picked up by a housewife and dissected for cooking! (jokingly)"

"Those above are too vicious! That's the esteemed Alchemist Emperor! I'm different. Big shot, you can write your will now: just state that in a few hundred years, a red creature with eight tentacles will appear. He will be the chosen one, and all remaining Alchemist Emperor loyalists must assist him (yes, that chosen one is me. I'm definitely the next one to leave the beginner village, my hair is already half-gone)."

"Brother, why are you so excellent!"

On the forum, a group of unruly players had already started causing trouble.

They all demanded that the big shot leave a will and secret treasures. If he died, he died. They would avenge him later, then claim the Alchemist Emperor's inheritance, and get rich after leaving the beginner village—this was their chance!

The other netizens, however, were much more serious.

"It's really that exaggerated? This other world has such AI? They rebel, and various factions even ambush your real body? That's just too hardcore and realistic!"

"It is indeed an emergency. An Alchemist Emperor has actually collapsed on the roadside, his fate unknown."

"I've been following this game's development. Could it really be another world?"

"Exactly! Various data analyses show it's already a real world. Could this game be more black tech than we imagine? Is it possible that aliens are teleporting us Earthlings to an alien planet to play a game? Look, those online sources don't mention game-like otherworlds!"

"Medical students, come out and take your beating! Didn't you say, 'As medical students, why fear a fight?' If you hadn't failed to develop longevity potions, how would the big shot have reached old age and been ambushed?"

"Yeah, the Alchemist Emperor was assassinated in his old age—no matter how you look at it, it's your fault! (shrugs)"

For a moment, the people on Zhihu were quite benevolent.

Faced with such a challenging situation, they launched a "Nationwide Netizen Posting, Brainstorming Ideas to Save the Monarch Emperor of the Other World" initiative.

Transforming into an army of keyboard warriors, they began discussing countermeasures. Posts from renowned experts, theoretical analyses, various hypotheses and proofs, and desperate comeback plans started to amaze everyone.

This was a wave of nationwide posting, exploring the other world, and saving the Alchemist Emperor, which instantly topped the trending topics list.

Titled:

"What to do if the Alchemist Emperor of another world is assassinated? Online, urgent!"

Furthermore, on the Zhihu forum, the blame quickly shifted to the medical students, as they were, after all, the root cause of the problem.

Blame us.

Upon hearing this, a group of medical students instantly lost their composure.

They all protested their innocence, stating they had tried their best, staying up late to work intensely.

But how long had it been?

Only a little over a day, more than thirty hours, had passed. Over four thousand of them had worked incredibly hard, becoming players who pushed themselves to the brink of exhaustion, not even studying this diligently for their postgraduate or doctoral degrees. But the time was simply too short.

Among them, one medical student took the lead in speaking.

"Medical Students Save the Other World" posted: "Based on the information the big shot provided, we have thoroughly studied the properties of the seven existing wizard longevity potion formulas. We found that, essentially, these seven have pushed life extension to its limits. It's practically impossible to research and develop another longevity potion. So, we truly can't help. The big shot's aging is irreversible. The Three Witches must have also tried every possible method back then."

"Chunzi Loves Learning" replied: "So you're saying you're completely useless?"

"Medical Students Save the Other World" retorted: "Ugh! We have a new project! Since we can't extend life, we'll research a 'gene expansion potion' that creates a third gene slot, allowing a person to integrate a third type of gene. If the current life level has reached its longevity limit, then we'll let the big shot integrate a third gene to become a more powerful life form!"

With that one statement, everyone became excited.

A third gene?

Li Shengjiang, sitting in front of his computer and posting, was also utterly bewildered.

He hadn't held much hope for his post, viewing it merely as a last, mostly futile struggle. He never imagined that these medical students, to prove themselves, would work even more desperately than he did!

"They actually have a way to save me! And such wildly imaginative ideas!"

Li Shengjiang instantly became incomparably excited.

Xu Zhi saw this and was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected that these netizens outside were truly hidden talents; they actually had a solution?