An apple fell from a tree, hitting Newton on the head, and Newton grasped the concept of universal gravitation.
A string of crystal shards fell from the air, landing at Lin Xiaohe’s feet, and Lin Xiaohe found a hope for survival!
Lin Xiaohe squatted down and carefully picked up a single seed from among the scattered fragments on the ground.
Her eyes welled up with tears—tears of joy after surviving a disaster!
Lin Xiaohe sent a mass message: [Save the child! Send money!!!]
Three exclamation marks couldn’t fully express Lin Xiaohe’s urgency.
If time had allowed, Lin Xiaohe would have filled the entire screen with exclamation marks.
Upon receiving the message, Brother Thunderbolt was stunned: [I can risk my life for you, but I can’t give you money. Money is more important than my life.]
Despite saying that, Lin Xiaohe still received 312,000 star coins from Brother Thunderbolt.
The odd amount suggested it had probably cleaned him out.
Old Hei was much more straightforward. Without a word, he directly sent 888,000.
Teacher Li donated 1,000 star coins, Village Chief Li donated 500, and then there were the classmates…
5 star coins, 10 star coins, 3 star coins…
Everyone was uniformly broke.
Dong Yuxuan, who had just been thoroughly beaten up by his eldest brother, sat on the ground crying pitifully.
Having vented his anger, Big Brother Dong lay down on the hovering bed and drifted into a sweet dream.
Just as Dong Yuxuan was about to cry louder to wake his brother, he received Lin Xiaohe’s message.
Oh no, his master’s problem wasn’t solved yet!
Dong Yuxuan’s eyes shifted craftily. He sneakily sidled up to Big Brother Dong, opened his smart wristband, and transferred 2 million to account 17330510.
2 million wasn’t the limit of Big Brother Dong’s wealth—it was the limit of Dong Yuxuan’s daring!
Any amount over 2 million would require Big Brother Dong’s retinal verification.
The moment the money was transferred, Big Brother Dong’s eyes snapped open!
…
Time was tight. Lin Xiaohe quickly gathered the funds. The kind-hearted crowd-funding, plus her original remaining balance, totaled over 3.3 million.
Gratitude!
Lin Xiaohe opened the Plant Summoner system. [Register this corn seed!]
That’s right. Some lunatic had actually hidden a corn seed inside the giant chandelier.
And now it had fallen into Lin Xiaohe’s lap!
[System detection indicates this corn seed has a certain probability of mutation. Would you like to perform targeted activation? Targeted activation can increase the mutation rate.]
Targeted activation cost 500,000 star coins.
“Targeted activation!” Lin Xiaohe strongly suspected the Plant Summoner system couldn’t stand seeing her have money.
[Targeted activation successful. Seed mutation successful.]
Lin Xiaohe hurriedly checked the data.
[Name: Mutant Corn]
[Affinity: 0]
[Stage: Seed]
[Level: 0]
[Vitality: 10/10]
[Attack Power: 0]
[Skills: None]
Lin Xiaohe swallowed hard. Sixteen mechas raised their respective trump card weapons in unison.
The thick cannon barrels were almost large enough to fit an entire Lin Xiaohe.
In the live stream, the audience was going wild at the sight.
[Mecha Is My Wife: Ahhh! Bringing out the long-range weapons right away. That’s the Gravitational Suppressor, the latest R&D from Starlight Military Industry! It can create a powerful gravitational field around the target to suppress and restrict their movement and actions!]
[Little Fei Fei: Going all out against the rich! The latest high-energy particle beam gun—wasn’t it said to be in the development phase? It’s already installed on mechas!]
[My Surname Is Zhao: Sigh, isn’t this using a cannon to kill a mosquito? How could a mere Natural possibly withstand such fierce firepower? A moment of silence for three seconds.]
[Maintaining formation, moment of silence for three seconds.]
[Thanks to the clown for letting us see these rare weapons. Moment of silence for three seconds.]
A certain lord was preparing to board a warship, his expression completely cold.
In one minute, it would all be over.
What a terribly unpleasant trip!
And it was all the clown’s fault, that overreaching little girl.
“Lowlifes will always be lowlifes. Their foolish minds simply cannot comprehend the vast gap between the lower strata and the upper echelons.”
He detested the look in the clown’s eyes. It reminded him of a certain detestable individual.
He closed his eyes, counting down silently in his heart: “One detestable individual is enough.”
3, 2…
An immense sense of crisis made Lin Xiaohe’s hair stand on end.
A layer of fine, cold sweat broke out on her back. Ominous red light was gathering at the mouths of the cannons opposite her.
Lin Xiaohe thought urgently in her mind: “Don’t ask me if I want to top up! All 3 million, pour it all into the Mutant Corn! Now, now, now! If I die, you lose your host.”
[Top-up 200,000. Mutant Corn successfully sprouts.]
[Top-up 500,000. Mutant Corn enters growth stage.]
[Top-up 1,000,000. Mutant Corn enters maturity stage.]
[Top-up…]
Lin Xiaohe was racing against the god of death.
She was betting her life—betting on whether the system was faster, or the mechas.
She was also betting on whether the Mutant Corn could unleash a life-saving skill!
Life itself is a series of gambles.
Even before birth, you’re gambling on whether you’ll be born into a good family.
Growing up, taking the college entrance exam, you gamble again on getting into a good university with a good major.
And when it comes to marriage, that’s the biggest gamble of all.
Lin Xiaohe’s luck in her previous life was terrible—born into a rural family that favored sons over daughters, she was assigned to the Plant Science and Technology major in college.
Lin Xiaohe sincerely hoped all that bad luck in her past life was just saving up karma points, all for this one moment in the interstellar era—to gamble on one epic stroke of good fortune!
Time’s up!
Explosions rang out one after another in the grand theater. Blazing flames painted the sky of the Wasteland Star crimson.
The live stream, affected by the massive shockwaves and energy disturbances, lost signal, screen turning black briefly.
The guards first unleashed a volley of firepower directly at the stage.
Then, to avoid any mistakes, they swept their fire across the entire theater.
Inside the grand theater, many staff members who hadn’t managed to escape in time fell like harvested wheat under the fierce bombardment.
Severed limbs and mangled bodies, bloodied, were flung high by the blast waves, raining blood across the sky.
Some stunned employees stood frozen in place, expressions of terror still on their faces, before being instantly vaporized.
The moment the live stream signal recovered, this horrific scene was presented to the millions of viewers.
An unknown amount of time passed before a lone comment drifted across the live stream.
[There were… other people in the grand theater?]
How could employees be considered people? At best, they were talking beasts of burden.
Countless ordinary people watching the stream fell silent.
Tears as big as beans rolled down Brother Thunderbolt’s cheeks.
That little girl… was gone just like that.
Old Hei had spent a fortune and called in countless favors to finally bail out Papa Lin and the others.
While flames roared sky-high in the live stream, inside the flying car, there was a deathly silence.
Papa Lin seemed to sense something, his pale lips trembling uncontrollably, words stumbling out: “Is… is it my darling?”
Darling Jingqiu, darling Xiaohe.
The one being bombarded by so many weapons… was it the darling of his heart?
Old Hei’s eyes moistened as he slammed a fist heavily against the steering wheel.
Grandma Lin couldn’t bear the shock and fainted on the spot.
Grandpa Lin supported Grandma Lin, despair etched deep on his aged face. “It can’t be! It definitely isn’t my granddaughter!”
