Zhong Yun created this potent draught for his parents. They had labored so intensely that gray hairs dotted their heads even in their early forties. The 'Rejuvenation Agent' was meant to restore their youth and bring profound benefits to their health.

Thus, the moment ZER’s intentions hinted at obtaining the Su Xuan Pearl, Zhong Yun immediately shut down any possibility, offering him no opening.

"Tonight, a shipment of goods purchased from the Free Stars will arrive. Two items among them are for your self-defense, totaling a value of one billion Omi credits." ZER announced.

"One billion? Omi credits?"

Zhong Yun had only just managed to breathe a sigh of relief as ZER abruptly shifted the topic, only to be violently startled by the figure. His entire account balance hadn't even reached two hundred million Omi credits; how could ZER conjure a billion?

"Where did you get that much money? You didn't rob a bank, did you?"

"A few days ago, after you visited Fenghua City, I shut down the Mica Ray and conserved some energy. I then reactivated a portion of the database and located an account and password universally accepted by the cosmic banks," ZER explained.

"Your database truly contains everything," Zhong Yun murmured, completely awestruck. "It's even more incredible than Doraemon's dimension-pouch."

"Who is Doraemon?" ZER inquired with genuine intellectual curiosity.

"A certain virtual character from my hometown," Zhong Yun replied casually, though his focus remained on the account issue. "Does that account hold a massive amount of money?"

"Enough to purchase exactly five Origin Stones," ZER stated, deliberately omitting the exact figure. The complexities of exchange rates made precise calculations considerable, and to conserve energy, he wouldn't automatically convert the currency unless Zhong Yun specifically requested it.

Hearing that the money within was now depleted, Zhong Yun felt a slight pang of disappointment, inwardly calling himself a true spendthrift. Though ZER hadn't specified the sum, he could guess it was astronomically large.

ZER had once mentioned that at his current rate of earning, it might take him ten years just to amass the funds needed to acquire a single Origin Stone.

This implied that the funds in that account would have taken him fifty years to earn.

A spendthrift. Zhong Yun cursed the thought again, bitterly, in his mind.

"I keep hearing you mention Origin Stones; what exactly are they?" Zhong Yun asked, curiosity overriding his shock.

"Origin Stones are naturally formed energy blocks within the cosmos. They are small in volume but contain immensely vast amounts of energy, and their structure is incredibly stable, posing no risk of accidental discharge. They are, to date, the most suitable energy carriers available."

"A single Low-Grade Origin Stone can release ten million units of energy."

"What?" Zhong Yun nearly fainted at the number.

One unit of energy was equivalent to the energy released by the complete fission of one kilogram of uranium. On Davo, the largest energy base annually supplied one hundred thousand units of energy.

And that base was more than sufficient to meet the energy demands of an entire planet for a year.

A single stone containing ten million units of energy?

What kind of concept was that? One stone alone could supply all thirteen administrative planets of Davo, with their thirty billion inhabitants, for a decade without any energy concerns.

This was too exaggerated. The moment he considered these terrifying figures, Zhong Yun felt a wave of dizziness.

Wait—did ZER just say he bought five Origin Stones...?

Zhong Yun felt he could barely withstand the stimulation. What kind of monster was ZER to require such colossal amounts of energy?

Considering ZER's many marvels, Zhong Yun gradually settled down. He was a product of a highly advanced civilization; even greater exaggerations were understandable.

When one civilization is separated by an entire tier, the resulting disparity is unimaginable to the lesser species. It was akin to a primitive human failing to comprehend modern products like televisions or automobiles from the electrical age.

Perhaps, in a higher civilization, a product like ZER was merely common, mass-produced merchandise.

This, of course, was mere speculation. Only when he personally experienced life in a first-tier civilization would he grasp how utterly mistaken his current assumptions were.

"After installing the Origin Stones, I will initiate a system restart, which may take about a month. During that time, I will enter a state of dormancy," ZER suddenly stated.

"What?" Zhong Yun was stunned. "Then what about my combat training?"

"I will keep the practical combat training program running; the restart will not affect its operation," ZER replied, then added, "During the reboot, I cannot provide you with effective protection. However, I have scanned a local individual downstairs whose power level is close to Tier Two; having him protect you will be entirely sufficient."

Zhong Yun remained silent, unsure of what to say. He had been transmigrated onto this planet for over a month. Although he inherited all the memories of the body's former occupant, because these were not his own lived experiences, there remained an emotional distance, making it feel more like a dream.

During this past month, the virtual entity before him, ZER, had been his most constant companion. Even though ZER often drove him relentlessly with a metaphorical whip, sometimes making him grit his teeth in frustration,

ZER occupied a uniquely special place in his heart. He was the only tether connecting this strange planet back to Earth. Every time Zhong Yun saw him, he felt an immense sense of stability, knowing he wasn't truly alone.

Even when he was miles away in Fenghua City, he could maintain contact with ZER to exchange updates.

But now, ZER announcing a month-long dormancy period left Zhong Yun deeply uneasy.

In the end, Zhong Yun said nothing and proceeded to the data sector. He began copying all usable knowledge from the newly unlocked database onto his personal computer's hard drive. Once ZER entered dormancy, the database would also shut down.

Because the data volume was too immense, his computer's internal space was far from adequate, so he quickly purchased a large external storage unit and installed it, barely managing to fit everything.

Zhong Yun had initially worried about his computer being hacked. If this data leaked, the consequences would be unimaginable. In that scenario, his only recourse would be to immediately pack up the computer and his entire family and flee the country.

However, ZER assured him that he had already upgraded the computer's firewall, so there was no need to worry about viruses or intrusions.

After half a day of busy work, the sky gradually darkened.

The doorbell rang. Zhong Yun assumed it was the Yun Lai Restaurant delivering his meal, but when he opened the door, he found a robot standing there, which gave him quite a shock.

On Davo, except for dangerous or undesirable jobs, such as mining or sanitation work, the use of robots in other occupations was strictly prohibited.

Doing so would result in massive fines for the employing company. This was enshrined in the constitution, designed to safeguard employment opportunities for the populace. Of course, another underlying reason was to maintain the nation's overall vitality.

On Davo, a civilization that had reached the intermediate-level standard, even if most citizens chose not to work, the basic needs of all citizens could still be met.

But if that were the case, the populace would only grow increasingly indolent, eventually draining the entire civilization's dynamism and leading to decline.

Therefore, some far-sighted leaders had enacted this specific constitutional clause.

Consequently, instances of seeing robots in Davo were rare.

"Who are you?" Zhong Yun asked curiously, gazing at the one-meter-tall, humanoid robot whose metallic shell gleamed under the dim light.

"Greetings, sir. I am a courier from Omi Express. You have a delivery requiring your signature."

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