2: Chapter 2: The Overbearing Mission - Aliens Have Arrived

"Ding! Initial Task: Experience the Planet."

"Task Brief: You need to experience your novice task planet."

"Task Reward: Modification Studio (This is a temporary virtual studio; you can use it to perform modification operations on the surface of any planet and breathe freely for half an hour)."

"Failure Penalty: Eradication!"

"Task Acceptance Countdown: 3, 2, 1."

Swish! In a daze, Zhao Feng vanished abruptly.

On the surface of a dark red planet, Zhao Feng suddenly appeared.

"Ouch!" Zhao Feng woke up with a jolt. The intense scorching under his feet made him jump up, and every time he landed, it was agonizingly painful.

Zhao Feng was now like a goose about to have its webbed feet roasted, jumping violently.

Everywhere in his field of vision were bright red, rolling magma and steaming heat, stretching all the way to the horizon. He was standing on a piece of recently cooled Yan Shi, and he was stark naked.

Although he didn't know why he could still breathe, the rolling heat waves attacking from everywhere were about to roast him.

Sweat poured out like a river, but it vanished quickly before it could even drip down.

"Ding, Initial Task One completed, obtained Modification Studio. The planet is uninhabitable, host returning immediately."

Zhao Feng jumped up from his bed; what on earth was going on?

He touched his body; he was stark naked and scorching hot everywhere, just like a bright red shrimp.

It seemed this wasn't fake! Zhao Feng was extremely shocked; it was one thing for Aliens to come, but to also have a System!

"Ding! Task One: Increase atmospheric pressure."

"Task Brief: Having an atmosphere is crucial for a planet; the atmosphere can ensure the planet retains the star's heat."

"Task Objective: Increase your planet's air pressure to 100,000 Pa; current air pressure is 50,040 Pa."

"Task Reward: 10 Modification Points, Mysterious Small Wooden Box."

"Task Failure: Do you want to bathe in magma?"

"Enter the planet?"

"Yes!"

The Aliens might accidentally arrive tomorrow; having a Golden Finger at a time like this, anyone who doesn't use it would be simply too foolish.

This time entering the planet, he wasn't on the magma, but appeared in a small room.

This was a transparent small room, and Zhao Feng could see the rolling lava outside.

The small room was spherical, with soft outer walls; Zhao Feng stepped on them, and they had good elasticity.

Above the room was a countdown: 29:59, 29:58.

Time passed quickly, and Zhao Feng was startled, "Hurry, hurry, hurry! I definitely don't want to bathe in magma."

He quickly scanned the furnishings; in front of him was only a simple set of table and chairs, and a bright silver helmet was placed on the table.

Zhao Feng hurriedly sat down, looked at the helmet, and then put it on his head.

The helmet lit up with a pale blue glow, likely having started to operate.

Zhao Feng's vision went black, then brightened again, and then three screens connected together appeared.

One screen displayed: Planet Editor.

One displayed: Material Center.

The last one displayed: Task Center.

On the Planet Editor was a 3D planet, which looked very realistic.

"This thing looks high-end; Google Earth can zoom in, so this should be able to as well."

Zhao Feng muttered, not expecting the planet to actually become larger.

"So good!"

Zhao Feng's eyes lit up, and he tried again; it was indeed controlled by consciousness, responsive to his will.

The Material Center displayed some grids; apart from one grid containing a worm-like thing, the rest of the grids were empty. There was also a number in the top left corner, 10.

It seemed this was a warehouse, or something like a backpack in a game.

The Task Center was displaying the current task.

Time was short, he had to quickly think of a way; how exactly should this System be used?

He focused his consciousness on the Material Center; this worm must have some use.

When his consciousness focused on the worm, the worm's information suddenly appeared; it was indeed useful!

Paleo-bacteria: Microorganisms that appeared on ancient life planets. Extremely strong adaptability, fast metabolism, strong reproductive ability, uses chemosynthesis to obtain energy. Can load one skill slot, primitive life matrix.

The task objective was to increase atmospheric pressure, but how could a microorganism be used? It didn't have much to do with atmospheric pressure; what should he do?

"Could it be that I need to place the microorganism on the planet and let it constantly fart?" Zhao Feng laughed at himself.

"Paleo-bacteria have been deployed to the planet."

"Intelligent time acceleration has been performed."

The System's cold voice startled Zhao Feng.

"What kind of operation is this? How did it enter the planet? Could it be because I just..."

Zhao Feng was overjoyed, having finally found a way to use the System, but then his expression changed drastically, "Oh no!"

Some data appeared on the Planet Editor, constantly jumping. Zhao Feng focused his gaze on it; it was data like air pressure and temperature.

On the red planet, some pale blue spots appeared, and those spots vanished rapidly.

"Beep... Beep! All your microorganisms are dead."

Blood-red characters appeared on the screen.

"No!" Zhao Feng's expression changed drastically.

"Task failed, are you ready?"

"Not ready!" Zhao Feng shouted. Just as he finished speaking, a mouthful of magma poured into Zhao Feng's mouth.

"Ah!"

Hot! It's burning hot!

His whole body felt like it was being barbecued; imagine thousands of degrees of high temperature enveloping every inch of your skin; Zhao Feng even felt like his whole body was carbonizing.

His head tilted, and Zhao Feng lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was on his own bed.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness!" Zhao Feng touched himself everywhere; nothing was missing, he was still stark naked, and not even a single hair was broken.

"Too terrifying!"

Zhao Feng had never imagined that in this lifetime he would actually have the chance to bathe in magma.

"It seems I can go apply for a Guinness World Record."

He looked at his watch; it was not even one o'clock yet. Mechanical watches are still better; even an electromagnetic bomb can't handle them.

Time was still early, but thinking about the Aliens invasion tomorrow, Zhao Feng still felt uneasy, and he didn't dare waste time. After concentrating and thinking about a strategy, he quickly ate two pieces of bread and returned to that planet.

It was still the small room. Thinking about the intense, agonizing experience of the magma bath, Zhao Feng's hands were trembling a bit, but after hesitating for a moment, he still firmly picked up the helmet and put it on his head.

"The Paleo-bacteria information mentions something like skill slots; could it be that this thing can also load skills?" Zhao Feng muttered to himself, his imagination running wild.

"If the Paleo-bacteria can resist heat, then wouldn't it be able to survive?"

"Ding! Do you want to create the skill, Heat Resistance?"

The System's cold voice came.

"It can even do this?" Zhao Feng was overjoyed, "Create."

A small golden ball of light gradually appeared in the Material Center, finally solidifying into a small ball.

He focused his consciousness on it, and could see the information of the small ball of light.

Heat Resistance: This is an ability that allows organisms to resist ordinary high temperatures. Price: 1 Modification Point.

"Eh, there's a price?"

His gaze suddenly swept to that number 10, which had turned into 9.

"In that case, I don't have many chances left?"

A sense of alarm arose in Zhao Feng's heart, and he secretly regretted his previous attempt. But the opportunity had already been wasted, so he might as well try.

He thought about loading the skill onto the Paleo-bacteria, and the skill was indeed successfully loaded.

"Deploy!"

This time the Paleo-bacteria did indeed survive, and Zhao Feng felt relieved, thinking everything should be fine now.

"Beep... Beep! Based on intelligent judgment, this organism cannot achieve the task objective."

"No!" Zhao Feng shouted.

"Task failed! Are you ready?"

"Don't!" Zhao Feng was tearful.

Waking up again, Zhao Feng was extremely unconvinced. After thinking it over carefully, Zhao Feng intended to enter again.

"Entry failed, the host's Soul fatigue level is too high, unable to enter the planet."

"Alright, I am quite tired." Having experienced two magma baths, Zhao Feng was physically and mentally exhausted and really couldn't take it anymore.

"Then I'll sleep for a while."

Zhao Feng woke up amidst an explosion.

High-speed aircraft flew across the sky, emitting bursts of sonic booms.

Zhao Feng hurriedly climbed up; his body seemed much stronger, but he didn't pay attention to it, thinking it was because he had slept comfortably.

He nimbly put on his clothes, Zhao Feng quietly opened the door to peek at his surroundings.

There was no one around, nor were there any Aliens, but a war had broken out in the sky.

Humanity has never feared war, nor will it ever surrender.

These were three propeller fighter planes, they roared as they charged towards that sci-fi-looking triangular aircraft.

Zhao Feng saw the wreckage of a burning old-fashioned fighter plane on the playground; the cockpit had already deformed in the big fire, and the pilot had obviously died long ago.

The triangular aircraft shot out two blue beams from its sides, boom, and shot down another fighter plane.

In front of this aircraft, the old-fashioned fighter planes were as slow as snails.

"Thump, thump, thump..." "Da, da, da..." Fierce gunfire sounded.

From several woods, fierce chains of fire suddenly burst out, strafing towards the aircraft in the sky.

Under the sacrificial cover of the fighter planes, the ground anti-aircraft fire seized the opportunity and ambushed that aircraft.