Chapter 61 Planning to Talk to Qian Shulian

While Lin Chen was still in the Nexus world, time passed quietly.

Gatanjea and Zog, they traveled through layers of time and space and presented the latest battle report to Lin Chen.

The voice contained fatigue after the battle, but more importantly, it contained the pride and disdain of a victor.

This battle, from beginning to end, was filled with an almost ruthless crushing force.

Gaia world, a place that was once full of vitality, harmony and hope, is now like a flower ravaged by a storm, withered and broken, no longer seeing its former glory.

Those two brave Ultramen, the guardians of the former world, also exhausted their last ray of light in the desperate struggle with the forces of darkness, and finally turned into nothingness, disappearing between the world they once swore to defend.

Their departure seemed to take away all the light and warmth, leaving behind only a planet completely shrouded in the shadow of despair. Every inch of land and every sound of the wind echoed with hopeless elegy.

Lin Chen stood on the edge of time, quietly sensing it all.

The negative emotions that overflowed from the Gaia world surged towards him like an invisible undercurrent, carrying with them an unspeakable heaviness and sadness.

As these emotions continued to merge, Lin Chen discovered that the power of his clone was undergoing an unprecedented transformation.

It is an expansion of power from the inside out. It is not just a simple numerical increase, but a deep understanding and control of the essence of life.

His eyes became increasingly profound, and every flash seemed to be able to see through the essence of all things in the world.

It seems that absorbing enough negative emotions has an impact far more than a simple increase in strength. It is like a subtle stream, quietly reshaping Lin Chen's clones and giving them unexpected transformations, which is truly delightful.

Lin Chen secretly admired in his heart, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Lord Demon, what should we do next?" Gatanje's low and majestic voice echoed in Lin Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, like the roar of an ancient giant beast, revealing a hint of eagerness and anticipation.

Lin Chen pondered for a moment, then gave clear instructions: "You don't need to rush, continue to stay in the vast universe and concentrate on developing your own power. At the same time, start to deeply integrate the rich resources in the Tiga universe and the Gaia universe, and use this as a basis to build a glorious empire that spans the multiverse."

His plan was simple yet far-reaching, and every word revealed his grand vision for the future.

In his eyes, the multiverse is not only the source of negative emotions, but should also become the soil for solid foundation and nourishing powerful forces.

After all, although the clone is powerful, it cannot stay in the universe for a long time. Every time it appears to fight, the energy consumed is almost equivalent to a small interstellar storm, which is undoubtedly unsustainable.

Therefore, instead of relying on the increasingly weakened clone to barely support it, it is better to carefully plan and build an empire that can operate independently and is extremely powerful.

This empire will be an indestructible sword and a solid shield. It can easily eliminate those annoying Ultra Warriors one by one without Lin Chen having to do it himself, clearing all obstacles on his way forward.

"understood."

The voices of Gatanjea and Zog disappeared completely as they went to carry out Lin Chen's mission.

Lin Chen decided to contact Qian Shulian in person in order to get a deeper understanding of his true face.

At this moment, on the other side of the city, laughter and joy were floating over the sunny amusement park. Qian Shulian was immersed in this ocean of joy, devoting himself to his temporary job.

He was wearing a colorful doll costume, which was the image of a cute little bear. His head was a little bulky, but it also added a bit of cuteness and affinity.

The occasional slight sweat stains between the fabrics silently tell of the difficulty of this job, but Qian Shulian's face is always filled with a warm smile, like a ray of sunshine in spring, gently sprinkling on every child she meets.

He was holding a small basket filled with all kinds of small gifts - colorful balloons, cute stuffed toys, and sparkling cartoon brooches, all of which were treasures in the eyes of children. Whenever a child came over with great expectations, Qian Shulian could always "turn" the small gadgets they liked out of the basket in an almost magical way, causing the children to cheer and jump for joy.

These simple interactions are spiritual comfort and priceless treasures for him.

In Qian Shulian's eyes, money has long lost its former brilliance and temptation.

In this colorful world, all he pursues is the simplicity and tranquility that allows him to maintain the most basic living conditions.

For him, happiness no longer comes from material things, but from inner satisfaction and peace.

Although the salary of this job is meager, it is enough to support his daily life. More importantly, it makes Qian Shulian feel unprecedented happiness and meaning.

In this world full of childlike innocence, getting along with those energetic and laughing children has become the most beautiful scenery in Qian Shulian's life.

Their innocence was like a clear spring, cleansing his soul and making him forget the loneliness and sadness of being an alien.

Although her life is as short as the morning dew, such time is extremely precious and happy to Qian Shulian.

In the laughter and games with the children, he seemed to have found the true meaning of life, which was a pure joy that transcended the limitations of time.

The afterglow of the setting sun quietly crept through the window lattice, covering the city after a busy day with a layer of soft golden gauze.

It was probably time for Qian Shulian to get off work.

In this quiet corner, Qian Shulian slowly took off the heavy doll costume, as if she was removing the fatigue and disguise of the whole day.

The sweat on his forehead shone slightly, and slid down his cheeks, leaving behind salty white traces, which were the proof of his hard work and persistence.

He sighed softly, found a slightly mottled bench to sit on, and took out a delicate little cake from the small bag he carried with him.

The surface of the cake is covered with delicate frosting, with a bright and juicy strawberry in the center, making it as tempting as a work of art.

This was the moment he looked forward to most in the day, and it was also a small reward for himself. The sweet aroma permeated the air, interweaving with the surrounding tranquility to create an indescribable warmth.

And in this rare tranquility, a sudden whisper, like a wisp of smoke in the night wind, quietly lingered in Qian Shulian's ears.

"I didn't expect that you, the son of Prometheus, would like to live such a peaceful life."

These words were spoken with a barely perceptible hint of smile and surprise, as if they had glimpsed into the most unknown secret deep in his heart.

Hearing this sudden voice, Qian Shulian's body trembled violently, as if being pulled tightly by an invisible string, and she even forgot to put the carefully prepared little cake in her hand into her mouth.

He jumped up from his chair reflexively, with surprise and vigilance flashing in his eyes.

There was some cake left in his mouth, but he forgot to chew it due to the shock. The sweetness instantly became an obstruction in his throat, making his voice choked with ambiguity.

"Who is that person..."

The words were squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth, and he quickly covered his mouth to avoid an embarrassing accident without knowing the reason.

(End of this chapter)