Mythological origins

"Top 0.01%? Does this mean I'm better than 99.99% of people? Why don't I feel how superior my life is? I can't see how I'm superior to others..."

“Only three percent of the people in the empire can reach the extraordinary level, and the rest are all ordinary people who cannot cultivate.

Less than 10% of those who can advance from the first level to the second level, and only 10% of those who can advance from the second level to the third level..."

Seeing that the topic was about to turn to the keyboard policy aspect that he was familiar with, Du Nai, a senior keyboard social science researcher, easily reported a bunch of data to support his point of view.

"Ah?! But why do we, as the top 0.01% of society, still have to do this kind of hard work with a near-death experience? We also have to work overtime in various ways, and we are far away from the legendary aristocratic circle. side……"

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"According to the data from the 48th imperial census eight years ago, there were only 600,000 nobles among the 5 trillion citizens of the empire. Counting their immediate relatives, the number was less than 10 million, and only the third-level There are hundreds of millions of monks above the third level in the empire."

Thinking of this fact, Du Nai couldn't help but feel a little powerless.

The pyramid is no longer enough to describe the gap between the different levels of the empire, so we might as well call it the Needle Tower.

"The empire is still too big."

"According to legend, our home planet Terra hundreds of years ago had a population of only a few billion at its peak. After the cataclysm, less than half of those who escaped Terra alive are now thousands of those back then. times..."

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"Thump, thump, thump."

Deep down the stairs where the lights swaying in the breeze could not reach, there was suddenly a sound similar to footsteps.

A figure looming in the shadows, approaching step by step from a distance.

The terrifying invisible spiritual pressure of the shadow, even though it was still far away, already made them almost unable to breathe.

Sauron had no doubt that the other party could crush several of him to death with spiritual pressure alone.

"You four little guys are very good, you can actually complete the mission in the cursed land."

The person in the shadow did not show up, still staying in the darkness and saying.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I can give you two choices."

"Choose?" The four members of Sauron's team were a little confused.

First, be my nominal student, and second, forget everything that just happened and leave now. "The mysterious shadow said.

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"Senior, we are willing to be your nominal students."

The four of them didn't even need to look at each other to make a confession. They made their choice in unison the next second.

Even Sauron, who had already thought about retiring, had to agree to option one somewhat "against his will."

After all, judging by the senior's tone, if he chose the second option, he would have no chance of leaving alive.

What's more, Sauron already had a vague guess in his mind that this senior who had lost his head and tail of the dragon was most likely the real owner of the Purple Wind Chime, a real immortal.

Being able to hug such a thick thigh, even if it's just a nominal student, with just a leg hair, the world will suddenly be different.

In the final analysis, he was disillusioned with cultivation simply because he had no way to make progress, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not make any progress.

If there is really a chance to climb up, who would want to spend the rest of their lives like a salted fish.

He still has more than two hundred years to live!

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"Very good." The voice in the shadow laughed, sounding indeed full of joy.

Hearing such a reply, the four of them breathed a sigh of relief and were glad that they did not answer the question wrongly.

"There are fifty or sixty inheritance crystals inside. They are the introductory textbooks of our school. Take them and read them. I will give you one day to deal with your own affairs. Someone will come to you at this time tomorrow."

Four storage rings flew out of the darkness and were accurately inserted into their middle fingers.

Male left, female right. "Fifty or sixty inheritance crystals..." Sauron's throat tightened when he heard this number.

He had heard of inheritance crystals, which were a way for some large schools to store data. They could directly stuff massive amounts of knowledge and images into memory through spiritual thoughts.

It is equivalent to building a small database in human memory, which needs to be slowly read, digested and understood later.

Each inheritance crystal is equivalent to a database.

Dozens of inheritance crystals...

It's just an introductory textbook...

Just thinking about it makes my head ache.

But as long as I can hold him in my lap and improve my cultivation to a higher level, everything will be worth it.

What makes people desperate and miserable is usually that they can’t see any way out, rather than how long the road is.

If you can see that the progress bar is still moving, there is still hope.

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"Okay, give me that thing, and you can leave here." The shadow in the darkness did not care about the turmoil in the hearts of the few nominal students, and revealed the purpose of his appearance.

If he hadn't felt that the fragments of the historical text were too weird and worried about sending students to receive them, he wouldn't have appeared for a few third-level guys.

After hearing this, Sauron immediately placed the tightly wrapped fragments of the historical text in his hand on the sofa.

The next moment, the fragments on the sofa were gently lifted up by an invisible force and walked towards the darkness at an extremely even speed...

"Hu Li, take them away." When the fragments disappeared into the darkness, the shadow left the last command.

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"Yes, teacher."

The bearded man in military uniform, who the four had seen before, appeared quietly from the gate of the villa, not at all in the mission hall, looking so domineering that he could crush the floor tiles with one foot.

Hu Li seemed to have been waiting outside the door, with a luxury version of the unmanned hovercraft behind him.

"There is at least a hundred square meters of space inside..."

After his father ran away, Soran, who was born in poverty, worked as a car mechanic for a long time.

He could see at a glance that the luxury car in front of him had a lot of space arrays embedded in it, and it was a real "motorhome".

The price was roughly equivalent to the income of several third-level monks for twenty years.

For guys like them who have a lifespan of three or four hundred years, it is not that they cannot afford it, but generally there is no need to force themselves to show off.

"Brothers and sisters, get in the car."

After coming out of the villa, Hu Li's attitude became much more amiable.

"Brother...?"

"Let's go, let's go eat some skewers, drink and chat."

"Eat... skewers?" Soran was slightly stunned when he heard the word.

The common language of the empire compiled hundreds of years ago is a mixture of the languages ​​and characters of several civilizations that escaped from the earth together. A large number of dialect words are mixed in. After years of use, it has gradually evolved into an abnormally bloated language.

Even the most knowledgeable linguists may not be able to react to every word immediately.

"It's barbecue."

"Oh... you said barbecue."

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