Ten minutes, rapidly suppress the Consciousness Transmission Factory, strategic objective accomplished.

If this were a game instance, it wouldn’t be SSS-level, but at least an SS-level rating.

Unfortunately…

At this crucial moment, the Extremely Effective Monarch faltered.

Promised half an hour, but couldn’t last even half the time before sending a final ultimatum.

“I can’t even take care of myself here, can’t help you all!”

The projection of the Extremely Effective Monarch appeared before the Earth Expedition Team.

At this moment, the Extremely Effective Monarch no longer had his previous confidence, exuding an aura of instability, covered head to toe with fresh blood.

He stared intensely at Ma Ran: “You’re on your own now!”

As he spoke, the Extremely Effective Monarch gave a meaningful glance at Mozi: “I hope someone among you stops hiding their strength and shows true skill.”

“That way, our not-so-reliable temporary alliance can endure a bit longer!”

“I’m going to share two crucial pieces of information!”

“That bunch of spineless Title Holders have defected to the Controllers and formed the ‘Peak Squad’. They’ve assembled and are heading to the Consciousness Transmission Factory! If you can run, do it quickly. I suggest heading to the ‘Card Factory’; you should hold out for another five minutes there.”

“Moreover…”

“The Scholars in the Mystical Research Institute are absolutely not…”

Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!

An electromagnetic crackle sounded, forcibly cutting off the communication with the Extremely Effective Monarch.

A dozen voices, each with a different tone, followed.

“Yo! Earth natives, how’s it going! I’m the ‘Flame Duke’, nice to meet you for the first time!”

“So fake.”

“Stop running! You’re going to die anyway, why waste the effort?”

“Should we just kill these little guys? I heard they took down that crazy Pursuer, I actually kinda like them!”

“It’s a pity about the death of the Crimson Hammer, he was quite capable. If he were still alive, taking over the Mysterious Research Institute and the ensuing social upheaval might’ve been much lessened.”

Ma Ran slightly gripped, crushing the bracelet in his palm into a piece of metal waste, casually tossing it aside.

“Let’s go!”

“To the Planet Maintenance Factory!”

With that, he jumped onto a supply transport vehicle—it was called a vehicle, but its shape looked more like a hollowed-out floating cube.

The rest of the squad quickly got on board too.

“Brother Ran, you’re amazing! You can even drive an alien vehicle!”

Wu Di, crouching in the cargo box, lavishly praised him.

With his left hand on the control wheel, wrapped in a semi-circular rubber-like substance, Ma Ran explained calmly: “In the cosmos, most civilizations can’t prevent ‘traitors’ from emerging.”

“Not only do they willingly hand over transportation methods, they’d even rush to put the ‘rope’ to ‘hang’ themselves in our hands, mutually incriminating each other, who’s scheming, who’s the ‘real traitor’.”

To Ma Ran, these two types of Longevity Star People made no difference whatsoever.

Those with schemes were taken down on the spot.

The real traitors were squeezed for all their value and then sent en masse to the Underworld.

The end result is the same; the only difference lies in how long they survive.

“This vehicle using consciousness driving is not hard to operate.”

Ma Ran maneuvered the cube car, maxed out the speed, and charged straight out of the Consciousness Transmission Factory, indifferently continuing: “As long as you have a work card, and can operate Inner Qi finely to simulate the driver’s fingerprint, you can use it freely.”

Though it sounded simple, the three Academic Society members who cultivated Inner Qi at the scene found it mind-boggling.

Fine manipulation, using Inner Qi to simulate fingerprints?

What kind of monster operation is this!

Just hearing it made it feel incredible!

Su Qiangwei, leaning next to Ma Ran, stayed silent, continuously eating, replenishing energy, getting ready for the tough fight ahead.

Li Xing, squeezed next to Wu Di, showed a bit of concern: “Aren’t we going to the Card Factory? The Extremely Effective Monarch just said…”

Ma Ran interrupted Li Xing’s words and said solemnly: “You might not have noticed during that communication, but the Extremely Effective Monarch is likely at the Card Factory.”

“His suggestion for us to go was just so we’d end up as cannon fodder to save him a card or two.”

“Following his route, we wouldn’t last five minutes. I guarantee we’ll encounter a formidable enemy in under three minutes.”

“Ignore the Extremely Effective Monarch.”

“He can survive on his own.”

“When I picked the route, I analyzed the backgrounds of those Title Holders during the video call; there won’t be any problem.”

Li Xing hesitated, then hesitated again.

Truth be told, those scenes all looked exactly the same—just cubes, no distinctive landmarks, how did he tell the difference?

Did he read celestial signs?

At this point, there’s nothing left but to trust unreservedly!

After all, the decision-maker is the “Prophet”!

Ma Ran didn’t waste words, simply raising his right hand to snap his fingers lightly.

Snap!

Half a second later, a roaring explosion echoed from behind.

Flames soared into the sky!

The violent explosion, accompanied by a shockwave, surged into the sky!

The smog above the factory vanished in the blink of an eye, layers of dark clouds rolled upward, revealing a massive void.

The powerful shockwave was like a giant invisible hand, pushing the cube car already rushing out of the factory forward, letting everyone experience a sensation of drifting.

Li Xing rotated the camera, aiming it backward.

Black smoke, flames, metal debris, collapsed rooms…

The vast Consciousness Transmission Factory, collapsed under Ma Ran’s single snap!

“When did he…”

Halfway through his words, Li Xing realized he was being foolish.

Ma Ran had mentioned earlier that those prisoners, eager to play both-sides, wouldn’t hesitate to hand over the “rope” to “hang” themselves.

Su Qiangwei activated the [Pandora] ability, extracting backup supplies from her fingernails.

Emitting hot steam, the strong tea was an extraordinary item created with the Superpower [Tea Brewing] by Ji Xuanmo, a second-cycle newcomer from Fulan Academy.

The different teas she brewed could produce different effects.

For example, Longjing tea could accelerate Inner Qi cultivation speed; Tieguanyin could temporarily enhance Inner Strength; Dahongpao could invigorate a person’s fighting spirit; Kudinging tea, when splashed, could cause mild spiritual harm; barley tea could calm emotions and ensure a good night’s sleep…

The effect of each type of tea was subject to the user’s luck, with maximum efficacy reaching 100%, minimum 1%.

Each cup of “Superpower Tea” had a shelf life of up to three days after being brewed by Ji Xuanmo.

Each person can only benefit from the first three cups of Superpower Tea per day.

This seemingly sand-sculpture type of superpower actually plays a crucial logistical role in the overall situation.

The Superpower Erosion phenomenon isn’t too severe; it’s “face blindness,” which, apart from [Myriad Transformations], is the mildest type of Superpower Erosion.

Stored in the [Pandora] space, there’s no need to worry about storage time.

“Wow! I feel like the Inner Qi I just used up is recovering so fast! Give me another hour, and it should be fully restored!” Wu Di chugged three cups of mixed tea, his eyes brightening: “It’s really good!”

Su Qiangwei also nodded slightly, agreeing with this statement.

Li Xing, having drunk a bellyful of tea, looked bewildered, somewhat questioning his existence.

“Does this stuff really work?”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep