I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

Chapter 682: Chapter 502: Lu Yuan Enters the Field

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, “Whether this works or not, we’ll leave it up to fate. Upload Quincy City’s map to my tablet—I’m heading out immediately.”

After tossing out that line, Lu Yuan walked out the door.

The night was heavy, a crescent moon hanging high among the branches.

This night seemed unusually long.

At this moment, he was calmer than ever.

Trump cards exist to be played.

Money exists to be spent!

The time had come to test the results of his cultivation—make it through, and you live; fail, and you die!

He first headed to the Sky Pit, placing the human body into a hibernation chamber.

Then, the Greedy Demon God·Lu Yuan began expanding continuously, his bones and tendons crackling noisily.

In the blink of an eye, his height inflated to 10 meters.

This size was suitable for unleashing greater power. His physique was similar to that Snake-man “Ghost,” not too conspicuous.

This time around, his goal wasn’t a one-on-one duel with “Ghost”—it was a rescue mission.

“Should be good enough.”

He carefully reviewed the map on his tablet.

“Conch, I’m heading out. Remember to back me up here. If I succeed, you’ll need to take control of the Opium Poppy Tree.”

Conch nodded earnestly, her hands clenched into fists, her face pale, her body trembling slightly—it was obvious she was extremely frightened.

But she still stood there and gave him several high-level Spirit Runes.

Lu Yuan thought one of the greatest accomplishments of his life was finding an understanding and supportive wife.

Old Cat jumped onto Lu Yuan’s shoulder: “Buddy, I’m afraid you’ll get lost halfway through. Quincy City is gigantic, and now that it’s mostly destroyed, it’s hard to navigate.”

“Fair enough, it’s been a while since we fought side by side.” Lu Yuan laughed heartily, devouring the Spirit Runes with green vines to activate them at any moment.

Don’t underestimate these technological products. Greedy Demon God’s attack power was somewhat lacking, and Conch’s painstakingly researched Spirit Runes served as excellent supplementation.

“Old Cat, hide in this flower bud. I’m setting off!” A small indentation appeared near Lu Yuan’s scapula, where he stuffed Old Cat in. Compared to his 10-meter stature, Old Cat was like a tiny toy.

“Wait.”

A dark shadow suddenly darted out from the corner.

It turned out to be the Undying Giant Turtle, which had been beaten up badly by the Little Mirage Dragon.

This sneaky guy had been eavesdropping around the perimeter of the reconnaissance room all along.

Though it couldn’t understand the conversation, it knew there was “Ghost” activity, which meant humans were probably doomed.

Stretching its neck, it shouted loudly, “Pal, even though you’re stronger now, you still need Mr. Turtle. One person’s strength is limited.”

Lu Yuan considered for a moment.

“The Undying Giant Turtle might indeed be useful. Let’s bring it along.”

“Alright, get on top then.”

And so, the massive truck-sized turtle climbed onto the back of the Greedy Demon God·Lu Yuan, creating a rather odd visual scene.

The Undying Giant Turtle’s two rough hind legs kept kicking at Lu Yuan’s back as if trying to climb onto his head, but Lu Yuan firmly pressed it down.

To deal with this unruly turtle, Lu Yuan had no choice but to grow a few vines to tie it up.

“Am I supposed to be playing Turtle Immortal here?” The Undying Giant Turtle stretched its neck long, “Should we take a photo? At least it’ll be a final portrait for the three of us.”

“Say cheese, smile!”

Lu Yuan grinned so wide it almost looked like he was crying.

Old Cat wore an expressionless face, visibly exasperated.

Conch Girl, with her tense, beautiful features, couldn’t help but crack up. She picked up her phone and snapped a bunch of pictures of them.

The photos, naturally, came out blurry—although Greedy Demon God’s Idealist Interference ability couldn’t rival “Ghost,” it still had some effect.

Conch said timidly, “You… you all be careful. I can’t link up telepathy, so please stay alert. I’ll be waiting here.”

“Ghost” might counter-attack through abilities, so telepathy was truly too risky to use recklessly.

“The wind howls; the Yi River runs cold.” Lu Yuan patted the turtle shell and then his sturdy chest. “When the warrior departs—he’ll surely return!”

“Let’s go!”

Divine Skill—Spatial Teleportation!

One blink!

Two blinks!

Three blinks!

In just three teleports, Lu Yuan spanned 300 kilometers and arrived at Quincy City.

The environment instantly shifted.

The streets were eerily quiet, devoid of sound.

Beneath his feet lay ruins, the entire city shrouded in an ominous, murky atmosphere, obscuring near and far.

The concrete road was unable to bear the combined weight of the little giant and the Undying Giant Turtle, collapsing with a loud “boom,” exposing the sewage pipes beneath.

Lu Yuan’s footing turned out to be less than ideal—it was above a septic tank. Even a quasi-interstellar civilization had to construct these things, huh?

Lu Yuan teleported ten meters back to the road again. Feeling the darkness closing in, he wasted no time fortifying his defenses.

Divine Skill—Different Space!

“Old Cat, which building is Jin Bote in?”

“That ‘Ghost’ probably noticed me the moment I teleported here.”

Lu Yuan’s eyes revealed a hint of wariness as he loosened the vines around his body.

In his mind, he planned to throw the Undying Giant Turtle out as a shield, and while the turtle was getting pummeled by “Ghost,” he’d teleport away to save people.

But the Undying Giant Turtle shivered nonstop, looking as if it might turn to stone any moment.

“Damn it, what are you so scared of? That thing is happily absorbing ‘luck’ over there!” Lu Yuan cursed.

“Pal, how about we hide in the sewage? Crawl through the pipes slowly?” The Undying Giant Turtle suddenly had an idea. “I heard these high-level natural disasters all have class. It wouldn’t let itself touch sewage. Let’s hurry and squat in the septic tank.”

“I have dignity too.” Lu Yuan was speechless. Which world’s Ideal Rules are you talking about?

The black fog grew denser and denser. Even the repeatedly proven Different Space failed to provide any real sense of security. To some extent, it even permeated the Different Space, bringing an icy chill.

Even Lu Yuan’s eyesight seemed obstructed, as if his view was being veiled.

“Is this blackness a field?”

“It might be waiting to ambush me.”

In a Different Space, one couldn’t use Spatial Teleportation.

He would have to deactivate the Different Space first before teleporting.

After all, these were two entirely separate spatial rules stemming from two distinct “myths.”

At that moment, Old Cat replied, “Jin Bote is probably buried underground, about three kilometers away in a building to the east. Do you see it? It’s oval-shaped.”

“You’ll need to dig through the rubble.”

“Jin Bote’s protected by power armor—he won’t be crushed.”

“Crap, that building’s already collapsed.” Lu Yuan glanced up, his heart skipping a beat. The formerly oval-shaped skyscraper was now just a fragment—the rescue mission’s difficulty had skyrocketed.

“You want me to dig through rocks here and risk my life doing it?”

“What else can we do? Have the Undying Giant Turtle dig while you distract ‘Ghost’ for a bit?”

Lu Yuan shot a look at the Undying Giant Turtle. “I think, Mr. Turtle, you go distract ‘Ghost,’ I’ll dig through the trash—it feels safer.”

Mr. Turtle looked unusually timid today. Ever since arriving here via teleportation, it hadn’t stopped trembling—it was clearly terrified.

Its turtle face alternated between wanting to protest and shaking uncontrollably.

Although the Undying Giant Turtle was undying, its immortality was actually similar to that of a demon—if injured too severely, it would lose its memory and turn into stone.

It would take a significant amount of time to recover.

If the damage was too extreme, it might take until the next epoch to resurrect.

No matter how thick its shell was, a “Ghost”-level opponent could likely crack it.

“You came and went just fine in that Blood Ghost’s room. What are you scared of now?” Old Cat said, clearly exasperated.

“That ‘Ghost’ and this ‘Ghost’ are different.” Mr. Turtle shook as he spoke. “The Blood Ghost was sealed, its energy seepage was minimal, and its attacks mostly targeted the physical body—I could tank that. This ‘Ghost,’ though—it’s a soul-targeting specialist. I probably wouldn’t last even a few seconds before being sent straight to reincarnation.”

“You can perceive its rules?” Lu Yuan asked.

“Of course. Anything that makes me feel like this is very likely to have soul-targeting powers—it’s a terrifying ability.”

“Pal, don’t go thinking you’re invincible now. If you really fight it, you might not survive a single move. Want to teleport back and rethink things?”

Mr. Turtle, still bound by vines, began pleading desperately.

Lu Yuan fell silent for a brief moment. “No. I’m already exposed.”

“Teleporting back now would mean missing a golden opportunity.”

He came up with an idea. “Mr. Turtle, how about I handle the confrontation while you go dig up Jin Bote?”

“Drink some rainwater to dull your smart brain a bit. All you need to do is dig out Jin Bote—it doesn’t require any intelligence, right?”

“Afterwards, we’ll give you some Mandala Fruits to restore you. You don’t need to worry about lifespan anyway.”

“Done! This plan works!” The turtle cheered joyfully.

They didn’t need to worry about the turtle drinking rainwater and getting caught by “Monster,” as “Monster” apparently disliked low-intelligence beings—absorbing such inferior intelligence would lower its collective IQ.

Killing the turtle would also be incredibly difficult.

“What about you? How do you intend to confront ‘Ghost’?” Old Cat asked.

Lu Yuan was bold with his skills. “I’ll lure it out to attack me, then teleport a bit farther away. That ‘Ghost’ will definitely chase me.”

“I’ll keep teleporting back and forth, slowly kiting it.”

“I have over 40,000 Spirit Essence on hand—it won’t instantly catch up to me.”

Old Cat said, “But the ‘Ghost’ is rumored to have space abilities and specializes in soul attacks. I’m worried it might kill you in one punch. If that happens, we lose everything… including your Conch Girl—she’ll be devoured by the ‘Ghost,’ leaving only me, Old Cat, to live a lonely life.”

Lu Yuan sighed. “There’s no other choice. Right now, we don’t know the exact extent of its abilities, so we must take some risks.”

“Besides, I have a ‘Steel’ ability and bought some things from the Ancient Insect—I’ll just have to power through.”

Raising his voice, he declared, “If no one objects, then we’re going with this plan!”

“Let’s crush it!” The turtle roared enthusiastically.