At night, on a super bed that could fit ten people, Gao Gong opened his left eye and stared at the pure white ceiling, which was adorned with black roses, resembling more of a beauty covering only the essentials while exposing other fair parts.

Refusing the special project arranged by the butler, Gao Gong lay on the bed without a trace of sleepiness.

His first meeting with Flasuo left Gao Gong with only one impression.

No good intentions!

Oh, sorry, he was the one who came here.

But what he was sure of was that the big white leopard on the other side was not some Genetic Ornamental Beast, but a Level 30 genetic hybrid.

Equivalent to the canine form of Demon Mountain.

As for the opponent's strength, he temporarily couldn't fathom its depth.

But since it had alien bloodline implanted, it must be above Level 30. As for which level, that's hard to say, but by a Hunter's instincts, Gao Gong could be sure it's at least stronger than that Michael Star People leader.

This was rather troublesome.

He was very unwilling to cooperate with the other party, even if they were genuinely sincere.

In Gao Gong's eyes, he'd rather cooperate with a mad company like 'Mas Sharpness,' at least they wouldn't be traitors, whereas a group like the Pseudo Army Security Corps would inevitably sell out allies at critical moments.

And from the current perspective, the conditions proposed by the other side were too good, which seemed insincere instead.

Would a Cloud Nobility, a Former Governor of the Colony, be so polite to him?

The chances of something fishy were quite high.

As for the virus implanted in the Prosthetic Eye, Gao Gong had noticed it from the very beginning; there was no way to address it before, but now it was purely to reassure the other party.

It's just one eyeball; worst case scenario, he'd do like Xiahou Dun.

After all, he had better options.

Gao Gong continued to open the system; during the day, Xiao Huang cried like a baby after being shot by him, and he didn't have the mood for the lottery.

Now, as night fell, it was the perfect time to strike at the Goddess of Fortune.

He had been holding back on using the lottery before; according to the intimate saying of some famous Technician, a single draw only scratches an itch, while a series of draws is the real deal.

Gao Gong had already accumulated twelve draws, no, twelve chances, and he was eager for them.

He rubbed his hands, tucked them under the sheet; he was going to grasp the throat of fate.

[You have drawn Level 6 Neural Blueprint[External Nerve Connection Device]]

Damn, isn't this the blueprint specifically for operating Large Mecha?

[You have drawn Level 5 Neural Transformation Blueprint[Neural Reflex Library]]

Got the Biological Chip!

[You have drawn Military Plugin Design Map]

What is this? Is it the plugin casing that adds critical strike, reduces recoil, and reduces reload time for three effects?

Typically, Human Body Plugins are deeply inserted inside the body, but this military plugin resembles the magazine of a small assault rifle, looks big, likely can only be half-inserted.

It should be removable at will, its intended users likely Special Forces for different battlefields.

It's practically a small Divine Artifact.

But the good luck stopped there.

[You have drawn 1000 experience points]

[You have drawn 1 Skill Point]

[You have drawn Little Bear Lollipops*3]

[You have drawn "Technician's Guide (Male)"]

[You have drawn Alien Recipe 'Stardust Salad']

[You have drawn 10 experience points]

[You have drawn Universe Reading "Mechanical Revolution: Enlightenment"]

[You have drawn Level 1 Mechanical Blueprint[Light Handheld Flashlight]]

Gao Gong collapsed on the bed, utterly perplexed.

It doesn't make sense, why was the start so good, yet all the subsequent draws are worthless waste?

Could it be true, as the saying goes, that things should not be done over three times?

Or refrain from doing anything after three?

Gao Gong, full of doubt about life, slept until the morning, brushed his teeth and washed his face, just as a knock sounded on the door.

Gao Gong opened the door, and a pretty girl rushed into his arms like a small bird returning to its nest, hugging him tightly.

"Master, let's go out and play."

Gao Gong, with a calm expression, even felt a bit heavy, but had to maintain his saintly mode.

He looked down at her, and the first thing he noticed was a deep ravine, bottomless, prompting him to ponder for a dozen seconds before shifting his gaze.

Those were emerald-like eyes, with a pure and lovely face.

A pair of ponytails, one pink, the other black.

Pink so deep it's naturally black?

Gao Gong once again sunk into deep contemplation.

Seeing she got no response, this busty girl exerted force with both her hands and feet, climbed up face-to-face, forehead-to-forehead.

Gao Gong could even smell the minty breath of the girl.

"Master, let's go out and play."

"Ahem, get down first, are you my guide?"

"Yes, I'm a specially custom-made Bionic Man, number 1. You can call me Xiaoyi, Master."

"Xiaoyi, huh," Gao Gong looked world-weary: "Do you know why nothing should be done more than three times?"

Xiaoyi tilted her head, full of questions.

"Never mind, you wouldn't know, let's go, find me something to eat first."

"Alright, Master, you have two options: either hold my hand or carry me," Xiaoyi made a 'yeah' gesture, winking her starry eyes.

"Is there a third option, you carrying me? Master, my legs are a bit sore since I got up early."

Xiaoyi "..."

Unfortunately, Xiaoyi had no third option, so Gao Gong could only choose to hold her hand. From their backs, they looked like a bent old father weighed down by life and a lively, youthful daughter.

Yet before leaving, Gao Gong had a strange thought.

Such a familiar feeling.

After having a lavish meal at a place resembling 'Caesar Hotel,' Gao Gong suddenly realized he hadn't had fresh vegetables and meat for nearly half a year, almost breaking into tears.

"Master, where would you like to play now? The investiture ceremony is in the evening; shall I take you somewhere to stretch your legs?"

"Let's not," Gao Gong waved his hands with a weary face: "I need a place where I can rest well."

"A place to rest well," Xiaoyi poked her mouth with her forefinger, "Then let's go play on the beach."

"There's a beach on the mothership?"

"Yes, yes," Xiaoyi led Gao Gong's hand past various entertainment venues; after receiving seductive glances from countless beauties, Gao Gong suddenly thought, if I tried hard, I might stand a chance too.

But Xiaoyi's short little legs skipped briskly, and before Gao Gong could change his mind, she whisked him to the 'beach.'

The 'beach' wasn't big, about the size of a basketball court. Then, Xiaoyi turned around, chuckled, tapped the data panel a few times in the air, and in the next moment, the beach expanded dramatically, revealing a blue sea, sizzling sands, glaring sun, various parasols, swimming rings, and beautiful ladies swimming in the sea.

Even the salty sea breeze was perfectly simulated.

Gao Gong's eyes lit up, "A very well-integrated design, Sensory Equipment, VR Equipment, Neural Signal simulation."

A swimsuit beauty brushed past him, shoulder against shoulder, slippery to the touch, with a hint of perfume.

"And top-tier tactile simulation."

"You seem to know a lot," under a parasol nearby, a shirtless young man removed his sunglasses, offering Gao Gong a faint smile.

Gao Gong raised an eyebrow, "Major General Xiao Tong."

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