The God Virus

'Ahh, I blame my poverty for this. Hope it's something fun though…' Grinning helplessly, Virus concluded. Indeed, not having the money to enter this big town was the sole reason why he was in his current quandary in the first place. 

'Well, let's see what's up before coming up with a logical plan of action.' 

'If I only had foreknowledge about getting stuck on this planet or some news about the destruction of Silver Sky sect, I would have made many preparations.' Precisely as Virus was claiming, in case he was aware that his spaceship would be assaulted and nearly rendered wrecked and useless, he would have taken and procured a lot of precautions and essential materials. Even the news of the annihilation of the Silver Sky sect would've led to the same result.

For example, there were many precious materials and minerals on Earth that he could easily buy and bring with him to exchange with some of the currency of the planet, and that would have solved the earlier issue at the gate.

Unfortunately, despite being extremely intelligent with the ability to calculate and even predict a lot of possible events, he was still incapable of foretelling something he had no prior clues or knowledge about.

All he could have done was to uselessly prepare for every type of situation that may or may not occur in his short visit to the cultivation planet, which was simply countless!

If Virus truly did take that route, the list would be nearly endless while the devices and the other materials he required would not even fit into the small spacecraft, not even close.

No, considering the level of technology he had available right now, his calculations advised him to not even ponder the idea of going to any type of multiversal and even universal trips at least until he achieves huge advancements in technology which was probably going to take decades if not centuries to develop.

Furthermore, that wouldn't be just a one-time thing, rather, every time he wants to go on a journey, he would be coerced to keep arranging a lot of gadgets, instruments, items, materials, etc. which would be an extremely time-consuming and boring affair which was against Virus' current motivations.

And yet, even with that infinite list of planning, the danger wouldn't be gone in a true sense, at least not until he was unkillable. Up to that point, there was always going to be a meager percentage of some random planet-destroying cultivator showing up one day and destroying the entire planet he was on with the snap of his fingers!

Therefore, there wasn't really a point in coming up with a lot of futile arrangements for unknown situations.

Hence, everything considered, all Virus could do was to perform a basic calculation of the possible situations that may arise based on the 'available information' he had at hand while presuming everything else he was 'left in the dark' about as irrelevant.

Thus, the foundation of his calculations was always the 'available data' and not 'every possibility' which was basically asking for infinity itself.

Frankly though, in case Virus changed the set data of his calculations from 'available data' to 'every possibility', the level of obsession in his judgment will be so high that he may even assume going to the toilet as dangerous, ignoring the fact that he would definitely wipe out the entire human population since they were an unpredictable race in their very essence.

So, ending his futile pondering, Virus merely chased after the middle-aged man quietly.

After striding behind him for a while, they finally reached a room as the man exclaimed, "Go in."

Examining the interior of the room, Virus spotted a few people sitting in there silently.

Furthermore, all over the room, there were various weapons such as swords, axes, spears, etc. attached to the walls, but they were all common mortal weapons that couldn't really be effective against cultivators.

"When everything's ready, the other door will be unlocked on its own." The instant Virus stepped inside the room, leaving that vague sentence behind, the middle-aged guy shut the door close and left. By 'the other door', he was talking about a second door that existed on the opposite wall within the small space of the chamber.

"What do you mean-" 

Click~

Thud!

Attempting to open the doorway, Virus realized it had been tightly locked.

Bam!

The door didn't budge in the least despite him kicking it using all his might.

"Don't bother. The door is specially fortified to last against strong cultivators. You won't be able to break it open." Suddenly, one of the people that was sitting in a corner notified Virus.

Turning toward the source of the voice, Virus spotted an old man, however, not lingering on him alone, he quickly inspected the faces of everyone present in the room.

Right now, other than him, four varying people were sitting on the seats of the chamber. Two of them were old people while the other two were teenagers.

However, what garnered Virus' attention was the fact that all four of them had extremely dark and ashen white expressions as if they were in an extreme state of despair. Those blank and hopeless eyes of theirs were clearly waiting for the death reaper to come and reap their lives.

"Hmm, I see. But who are you guys? What's this place?" Putting on a rigid expression, Virus asked.

That question of his, however, made the old man dumbfounded, "You don't know where you are?"

"No? I know it's an arena and it's called the Recreation Training Center, but nothing more to be truthful. I just…" Afterward, Virus elaborated everything that had occurred so far about how he had been brought over by that cloaked woman here in exchange for paying for his identity plaque.

When he was done explaining, the old man started laughing uproariously like he had gone crazy. "Hahahaha..."

"What's so funny, old man?" Virus said with a squint.