Translator: AnubisTL
This was a strategy guide.
Chen Jiang patiently read through the entire post, which was quite lengthy and contained a wealth of information.
It covered everything from budgeting and sales channels to finding the lowest prices for Wild Planets and assessing the strength of a planet's Primordial Consciousness.
The post detailed a complete industry chain, where individuals profited and spent money at every stage, from the source to the final product.
Even the poster, k12, was part of this ecosystem.
The final lines of the post revealed this:
"Of course, there's far too much to cover about successfully establishing a Ten Thousand Races Arena to explain in one post. If you're interested, you can sign up for private tutoring with me at 1.68 million star coins per person."
"No haggling. If you can't afford it, your capital isn't sufficient to enter this business. Please exit to the right."
"I only serve those genuinely serious about making money."
"If you think my services are too expensive, it means your current status doesn't warrant them. Focus on improving your position first."
"Click the link below to purchase a slot and add me as a friend."
"Mm."
Chen Jiang nodded expressionlessly. The process had become routine: first, a 1,000-star coin paywall to filter out serious users, then high-priced services to boost revenue, followed by manipulative sales tactics akin to psychological coercion to force transactions.
This "PUA sales method" was commonly used for high-value products or luxury goods.
The core principle was simple: If you can't afford it, it's not because I'm expensive, but because you're worthless. If you don't buy, I'll look down on you.
This feeling... it was all too familiar.
The comments below were mostly inquiries.
And this post...
It finally revealed the true origins of the Ten Thousand Races Arena.
Chen Jiang lowered his eyelids, tucked the tablet into his chest, and lay back on the bed.
According to the post...
A Ten Thousand Races Arena event typically lasts between six and nine months.
The investment required is approximately 200 million star coins, and the risk of failure is high due to numerous unpredictable factors.
Because the moment the Ten Thousand Races Arena opens, many aspects become uncontrollable.
Beyond the pre-set event content, specific items, and the achievement system, the innate abilities that emerge within the arena and the random items that appear are entirely beyond control.
In such situations, it's easy for the arena itself to turn against its creators.
The reason items and innate abilities within the Ten Thousand Races Arena are so valuable is precisely because of their extreme rarity.
The power of innate abilities needs no elaboration. Even seemingly useless abilities can fetch high prices if sold to the right buyer.
Rule items, in particular, cannot be manufactured using technology.
These rule items are randomly generated by the Ten Thousand Races Arena and are beyond the capabilities of external technology to replicate.
To put it bluntly:
The primary purpose of the Ten Thousand Races Arena was to harvest the innate abilities and rule items of alien race players, like reaping wheat.
The arena's duration typically ranged from six to nine months.
Chen Jiang lay calmly in his chair, calculating his next move.
That means...
The arena had already been running for three and a half months. Assuming the minimum six-month duration, he had only two and a half months left.
In that time, if Wang Defa provided him with 70,000 one-star items daily, he would accumulate a total of 5.25 million one-star items.
Frankly, that's nowhere near enough.
He didn't know the combat strength of those harvesting their innate abilities, but at the very least, he needed a turret with a 3,000-meter caliber to feel even remotely secure.
In other words...
Over the next two and a half months, he had to exhaust every possible method to upgrade his turret's caliber to 3,000 meters!
Then, when the Ten Thousand Races Arena ended and the hidden hand came scurrying to harvest their innate abilities, he could pull out a 3,000-meter caliber barrel from his pocket, shove it against the person's head, and snarl:
"Harvest this, motherfucker."
Hmm.
Chen Jiang nodded inwardly. His enhancement had no upper limit; he could keep upgrading as long as he had enough items. Once he boosted the turret caliber to 300 million light-years, he'd blast the Nicholas Galaxy into oblivion.
Not a single good thing comes from that place.
Two hours later.
"How's it going, Wang Defa?" Scar Dog shouted into the walkie-talkie, standing nearby. "Still holding up?"
"No problem!" Wang Defa roared back, his voice brimming with excitement. "Faster! I feel like I'm one step away from becoming a superhuman! I could even punch down the world tree!"
Scar Dog glanced expressionlessly at the towering, two-hundred-meter-tall world tree and sneered. "Machines 5, 6, 7, and 8!"
"Full power!"
"Maximum output!"
"Yes, sir!"
Soon, larger circular gears were placed next to Machines 1, 2, 3, and 4. As these massive gears began to slowly rotate, the original smaller gears spun faster and faster.
Until they reached maximum output!
Looking again, Wang Defa's fists were moving so fast they were no longer mere afterimages. They resembled a slow-motion slideshow.
The naked eye could no longer track their speed.
It was safe to say that only Wang Defa could withstand such force. Anyone else would have been torn limb from limb.
"What do you think, Brother Jiang?" Scar Dog asked, nodding with satisfaction at the scene before them. "This is a true perpetual motion machine."
"Its power source is slime."
"And the slime comes from phlegm."
"And for phlegm, we have the Sputum Flamethrower and the Spit Slave Factory we established."
"Essentially, it's energy-free."
"The only consumption is energy blocks."
"But the energy blocks are generated by the mechanical race slaves earning steps, making them practically cost-free as well."
"This is a genuine cost-free perpetual motion machine."
"Moreover, Wang Defa's physical capabilities will only grow stronger. We don't need to worry about illness or fragility. The slime can be replaced at any time, so there's no concern about parts failing and being unrepairable."
"So, this isn't just a perpetual motion machine, it's a cost-free, maintenance-free perpetual motion machine!"
"Once Wang Defa's physical condition improves further, we can build larger gears to drive these smaller ones."
"Then, by repeating this process, we can eventually create a power source gear as massive as the world tree."
"In that scenario, Wang Defa's ability to acquire one-star items could easily exceed 500,000 per day!"
"Hmm."
Chen Jiang nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction in his expression. After a pause, he continued, "I'm entrusting this matter to you. Make sure Wang Defa can acquire one-star items as quickly as possible."
"Understood."
Scar Dog nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, Brother Jiang. I actually suggest we obtain a talent registry from Kindling City."
"We might find others with similar innate abilities to Wang Defa's."
"Not necessarily the solitary wanderer innate ability itself, but other talents capable of mass-producing one-star items."
"For example, what if someone had the ability to transform visible phlegm into one-star items?"
"It sounds unbelievable, but if there's already an innate ability that can turn visible phlegm into slime, then adding another one like this doesn't seem too far-fetched."
"Plus, we could essentially herd all the human players like livestock."
"Kindling City must have at least a million human players by now, right?"
"Brother Jiang, you've been topping the race kill rankings every day, and the rewards are usually a one-star item for every human player."
"If we could herd all the players in Kindling City, we could get millions of one-star items every day."
"Anyway, Brother Jiang, I'm sure there are plenty of ways to make this work."
Chen Jiang narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment, then suddenly chuckled. "You make a good point. I'll head to Kindling City later and see if I can get a copy of their innate ability registry."
"Of course."
Scar Dog shrugged and grinned. "Too bad I can't come with you. I have to stay here and guard this humanoid automatic high-frequency rapid-piling machine."
"Alright."
Meanwhile, on the mutant beast kill leaderboard...
The top hundred spots on the leaderboard remained dominated by mechanical race players.
It was clear the mechanical race had been preparing for this global event for a long, long time.
Yan Pomen's location merely concentrated the largest number of mutated beasts; not all of them were there.
After all, mutated beast spawn points were difficult to transport, and transportation routes weren't particularly convenient.
Under these circumstances, each mechanical race city had its own mutated beast spawn points. As soon as the event began, they naturally started slaughtering the beasts they had long prepared.
Although the mechanical race's global mutant beast kill leaderboard ranking was undoubtedly lost, it was a minor setback.
Even without the top spot, the combined kill count of the top hundred players was substantial enough to significantly strengthen the mechanical race as a whole.
Feng Jiutian only held the second-place position briefly before being pushed down.
This was perfectly normal.
At that moment, Feng Jiutian had no interest in paying attention to the ridiculous global mutant beast leaderboard.
All he knew was that Chen Jiang, the human player he had been constantly mocking and verbally sparring with, was actually so close to him!
What else needed to be done? Was it even necessary to say?
Naturally, it was time to make a hasty retreat.
Meanwhile, Chen Jiang was lounging in his chair, preparing to depart for Kindling City.
He was pondering a question:
If the Ten Thousand Races Arena was artificially constructed to harvest innate abilities and items, how did the mechanical race become a surviving race?
Did the mechanical race know the origin and purpose of the Ten Thousand Races Arena?
Moreover, he recalled the information he had seen in the 1024 Central Control Room: the mechanical race's planet was called Mechlife Star, located within the Nicholas Galaxy.
Logically, the Ten Thousand Races Arena should select Wild Planets. Why, then, had it chosen Mechlife Star, a planet within the Nicholas Galaxy?
He couldn't figure it out.
He suspected that only a handful of individuals within the mechanical race knew the true answer.
He considered posting his question on the Nicholas Star System Forum, but he feared exposing his identity, given his complete lack of knowledge about the Nicholas Galaxy.
After a moment's hesitation, he suppressed the impulse, deciding not to risk drawing attention for now.
He slowly rose to his feet. Scar Dog opened a phantom gate for him, and he stepped directly through the light gate.
Life has certainly become more luxurious lately, he thought.
The distance from the world tree to the phantom gate was barely eight hundred meters, yet they were using a phantom gate for such a short distance—a clear sign of extravagance.
Back in City 18, when they were raiding that item shop and nearly got caught, they had hesitated to use their last energy block. Who could have imagined a day when they could use energy blocks so lavishly?
He shook off the thought and strode through the light gate.
The moment he emerged, he activated his three-star item, the Seven-Eyed Mechanical Wing, and hovered steadily in the air.
After a quick glance at the safety net below, he slowly descended to the ground and began walking toward Kindling City's gate.
The area was bustling with activity, filled entirely with human players.
The human players had clearly established a foothold here. While the living conditions were somewhat lacking compared to Blue Star, their safety had significantly improved.
Even the "poor" living conditions here are still better than what we had on Blue Star, he mused.
Living in such conditions in the wilderness would make countless people green with envy.
Back when they were around City 18, even finding a shipping container in the river would send them into a frenzy. They'd fight tooth and nail for a scrap of shelter in the wasteland.
But with Chen Jiang's arrival,
the surrounding players turned their gazes toward him, their faces curious as they scrutinized the man in the white shirt, leaning on a cane.
It wasn't hard to see why.
Chen Jiang's attire was simply too conspicuous.
In this harsh survival environment, with limited freshwater resources, water was reserved solely for drinking.
Washing up was out of the question, let alone laundry or bathing.
Under these circumstances, everyone looked uniformly grimy at a glance.
Only Chen Jiang stood out, impeccably clean, his clothes seemingly untouched by dust save for a few bloodstains, and his slender cane adding to his incongruous appearance.
Before Chen Jiang even reached the city gate, Liu Yiping emerged from Kindling City, ready to escort him inside.
"No need," Chen Jiang said.
Chen Jiang shook his head slightly and said calmly, "I need some manpower on my end. I'd like to see your compiled list of human innate abilities."
"This..." Liu Yiping paused, a flicker in his cloudy old eyes. He hadn't expected Chen Jiang to be interested in this, but there was no way he could grant such a request.
This list was the lifeblood of Kindling City!
Moreover, he had already secretly hidden away individuals with special innate abilities, making it utterly impossible to reveal them to anyone.
(End of the Chapter)
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