I Can Program My Body? - Chapter 277

Chapter 277: Earth Status
Arriving at the Lantern Shelter, Nash felt some rules begin to latch onto him.

He had a feeling that the moment he moved to harm anyone, they would activate, expelling him from the shelter.

“This must be one of the shelter’s rules…”

The Lantern Shelter could only allow a Void Warrior to enter, which was two ranks below him.

Fortunately, Nash held the authority of a Pioneer, allowing him to maneuver around these rules.

Of course, if he acted and broke the core rules of the shelter, even a level 1 shelter could bring him down.

Suppressing his aura, Nash walked out of the teleportation station.

“This…”

As if he had stepped into the wrong place, he saw a different Lantern Shelter in his memory.

From the desolation of a beginner zone, it now looked like a prosperous outpost.

Though everyone was only at Void Warrior rank, their numbers surpassed every shelter Nash had visited.

He guessed that there might be even more people here if not for the shelter’s population limit.

Wearing a different mask, Nash strolled around, thinking no one would recognize him.

But just a few meters from the teleportation station, a line of people stopped him.

“Who are you? Do you know this is Earth’s Territory? Leave now, and we’ll compensate your transportation fee,” the leading man said with resolve.

“Oh? Did you buy the Lantern Shelter? Why can’t others come here?” Recognizing they were fellow Earthlings, Nash asked with interest.

“It’s not official, but the Lantern Shelter is now occupied by our civilization. If you don’t want trouble, you’d better leave.”

“Oh? Isn’t that illegal? The Nova Government didn’t do anything about it?”

Almost every shelter in the Nova Battlefield was owned by the Nova Government.

To occupy a shelter, one had to earn it from an unregulated zone or pay the Nova Government a leasing fee.

“There are no rules against this. We’re not forcing you to leave, just advising you!” With that final warning, the group departed, leaving Nash to walk freely.

However, in the dark, Nash felt countless eyes tracking his every movement.

Feeling amused, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

What could have happened to make such good-natured people from Earth resort to such an underhanded move?

Unfazed, Nash began to explore every nook and cranny of the Lantern Shelter, assessing the Earthlings’ situation since his absence.

Though just a glimpse of the whole, it revealed that Earth had truly undergone massive changes.

Much less their strength, which had soared from a mortal to a Void Warrior, just their demeanor, attitude, and outlook on life had vastly improved.

In the past, they were like numb souls, drifting through life like leaves on a river.

Now, they brimmed with vitality, like tigers overlooking yet yearning for everything.

Not wanting his identity to be exposed and cause a scene, Nash went to the Virtual World and called Julius.

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Sharing the coordinates and encryption code for his private virtual space, Julius arrived swiftly.

“President Nash?! You finally called! I thought you’d forgotten us!” Julius nearly cried with delight.

Having not seen Nash for over a year, Julius felt darkness creeping over Earth.

Though they had the backing of an official scientist, Arthur, it still felt insufficient.

He knew Earth’s prosperity and progress were not owed to him, but to Nash.

From the investments, knowledge, and philosophy Nash had left behind, his name had become saint-like, admired and revered by many.

Nash had become their soul’s sustenance, a god who could bring heaven or hell with their every action.

Julius estimated that if he rebelled and claimed Earth for himself, his most trusted aide might sever his head that very night.

Thus, as if reuniting with a long-lost lover, Julius nearly threw his arms around him.

“Alright, don’t be embarrassing. You represent my image; conduct yourself properly!” Nash scolded, noting his lack of composure.

“Understood, President!” Julius saluted, quickly regaining his poise.

“Come, tell me what’s happened on Earth since I left,” Nash said, inviting Julius to sit.

“A lot’s happened since you left, President,” Julius muttered, gazing at Nash like a father who had abandoned them.

It had been about three years since Nash left Earth.

Though they stayed in contact, there were still many things that happened which Nash was too busy to pay attention.

Starting with the Xeno Industry, after three years, they’d finally completed Earth’s transformation.

Living up to its name as the blue gem of the universe, it shone with a luster that captivated every being.

Now, Earth had become a renowned vacation spot among nearby planetary civilizations.

Visited by countless dignitaries and wealthy travelers, they could earn about 15 billion nova credits in a month, which was one of their main sources of income.

Next came their thriving agriculture and cuisine, which drew them a lot of business partners.

As a result, their currency began circulating in other planetary civilizations, granting them the power to print money.

Besides the monetary gains, they also focus on absorbing and mastering the technological advancements of the Nova Sector.

While they could hire workers or buy technology, they couldn’t always rely on others.

It wasn’t just about saving money but securing their future.

By studying advanced technologies, they could train high-ranking professionals for their civilization and perhaps even cultivate an official scientist.

Finally, the core pursuit of everyone on Earth was void training.

They’d rather be poor and ignorant if it meant growing stronger.

As one of Nash’s philosophies, it was embraced by everyone and was passed down to each new generation.

Like a dragon leaping through the heavens’ gate, if someone with high talent were discovered, it would spark massive celebrations.

Fueled by this fervor, more dove into the path of the void, training until they could neither stand nor eat.

Such intense practices even prompted the Earth Federation to enact rules to curb their zeal.

Although they advocated training and supremacy, they didn’t want anyone to lose themselves in it.

Still, in such an environment, millions became Void Warriors just a year ago.

As for Void Commanders, only thousands had emerged.

It wasn’t that Earth’s people lacked talent, but they prioritized quality over quantity.

With the Earth Star Astral Art, anyone with decent talent and hard work could easily reach 300% void saturation.

With a bit more effort and resources to support them, achieving 500–700% saturation was within reach.

As for 1000% void saturation, even the top talents from before hadn’t yet reached that level.