Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True-Chapter 173

Ye Bai hovered above the empty sea of Taida Star's night hemisphere, the ocean breeze brushing past her intermittently. She utilized the technology provided by the jade terminal for this mission: Earth-level civilization information collection and decryption, along with biological camouflage.

In the next moment, the irregular mimicry covering Ye Bai's body was replaced by a layer of [Biological Camouflage]. Her clothing style, muscles, and bones underwent subtle transformations, taking on the appearance of an average Taida Star native.

But the change in appearance was only the beginning. Simultaneously, all of Taida Star's networks—public and private, open and classified—every piece of information created by the planet's intelligent beings flooded into Ye Bai's consciousness.

Taida Star had only one major continent besides its oceans. The civilization there had reached the information age, but society was rigidly stratified, with nearly 90% of the planet's wealth controlled by less than 1% of the population—the powerful conglomerates.

The planet's intelligent life and historical progression closely resembled carbon-based lifeforms. However, at a certain point, the discovery of a gene-enhancing drug called 'Rola' drastically altered their trajectory. Controlled by a select few, Rola became the foundation of an unbreakable class divide.

The three major conglomerates were originally the first group of psychics who monopolized Rola. They refined it into genetic serums, passing it down through generations until these families evolved into the three ruling powers—controlling the planet's most critical resources: genetic serums, energy, and nuclear weapons.

The only apparent path for social mobility was purchasing Rola serums at exorbitant prices to become a psychic—known as "Espers" on Taida Star. Different power levels had their own internal classifications, but as a C-level mission planet, the strongest Espers here only reached C-rank.

For ordinary people, the greatest dream was affording a single dose of Rola. It was like a golden ticket, generation after generation luring Taida's citizens into chasing the impossible dream of becoming Espers and securing positions within the conglomerates. Yet, very few ever succeeded.

As a result, most Taida natives were born into lifelong, insurmountable debt, while the conglomerate families maintained their dominance through stable access to genetic serums.

At this moment, all this information unfolded before Ye Bai without omission. With a single thought, she could press the button that would bring catastrophic disaster to this planet.

Every classified secret and cutting-edge technology of an Earth-level civilization was transparent before a star-system-level civilization—let alone the technological prowess of the Church of Myriad Stars, which might even surpass universal standards.

In the past, processing this much data would have taken Ye Bai considerable time. But now, she merely paused briefly in the void before grasping the broader picture.

Alongside it came the impending disaster Taida Star faced—a gamma-ray burst.

The details of the catastrophe, along with mission data, were transmitted to Ye Bai's jade terminal. A gamma-ray burst was hurtling through the cosmos at just the right angle, bypassing Taida's star, and would arrive in ten days.

Gamma-ray bursts brought ruinous destruction to biospheres. Earth had suffered one in the past, leading to mass extinctions and an ice age.

Taida Star's society was already spiraling into decay and madness. The masses were trapped in endless competition, fueling the conglomerates' excesses. People drowned in hedonism, while the ruling class—akin to slaveholders and feudal lords—cared only for maintaining their grip on Taida. They prioritized new versions of genetic serums over astronomical research or space exploration.

In such an environment, chaos reigned among the lower classes. Cults and doomsday rumors were rampant, so even astronomical reports about the gamma-ray burst were ignored.

Ye Bai exhaled after absorbing everything. Even without the gamma-ray burst, Taida Star's civilization seemed destined for collapse.

Just then, her jade terminal chimed with a message.

It was from another mission-taker who had accepted this assignment. Unlike the previous wormhole-closing mission, this one displayed the star ratings and contact details of the other two participants.

One was a two-star, the other a three-star. The message came from the two-star operative.

"Greetings, Senior. I'm a mid-level C-rank who accepted this mission without fully understanding the situation. I fear my capabilities are limited, but may I assist you in some way? Please feel free to assign me any tasks..."

The message was excessively polite, boiling down to one plea: Carry me, please!

...

Lynn stood on a deserted coastline, gazing at the distant steel city illuminated by neon lights. It reminded him of certain transit hubs in the Chaotic Starsea—though far less advanced—a place rife with crime, drugs, and underground industries.

An orphan raised in the Chaotic Starsea, Lynn had scraped together enough to obtain a terminal. The moment he saw a C-rank mission, he eagerly accepted it. Only after consulting others did he realize rescue missions were notoriously short-timed and difficult. Guiding an entire species to migrate while maintaining secrecy? Nearly impossible.

So, upon noticing two high-star veterans among the mission participants, Lynn immediately reached out to both. Even though rewards were based on individual contributions, as long as the mission succeeded, he wouldn’t lose points.

After sending the messages, Lynn began gathering intel on the planet—only to grow increasingly dismayed.

Species migration wasn’t about forced relocation; it required Taida’s people to act voluntarily. That meant convincing a planet where "doomsday prophecies" had become clichés that the end was truly coming.

How was this even achievable?

Target the arrogant conglomerates? Their R&D departments had already received the astronomical reports, but their solution—an underground shelter—was stalled by internal factional disputes over funding.

Rally the common people? Most here spent their days cursing the world, wishing for its destruction. News of the gamma-ray burst would likely be celebrated as good tidings.

Just as Lynn was drowning in despair, a reply finally arrived:

"Where are you right now?"

Upon seeing the respondent's information, Lynn nearly jumped with excitement. Initially, he had assumed the most likely reply would come from that three-star tasker, but to his surprise, the message was sent by none other than the five-star legend!

Lynn hesitated only for a moment, unable to fathom what he possessed that could possibly interest such a high-ranking expert, before promptly sending over his current location.

Afterward, Lynn couldn’t help but glance around, sensing the atmosphere. Just as he was about to conclude his search yielded nothing, a voice suddenly reached his ears.

"How should I address you?"

Lynn quickly looked up and spotted a figure hovering diagonally above him—he had no idea when they’d arrived.

Levitation and spatial traversal—undoubtedly, this five-star legend was an A-rank powerhouse!

"Senior... hello... I-I’m Lynn!" Lynn’s mind trembled, his telepathic communication even stuttering slightly. "Please, feel free to ask anything of me."

Ye Bai scanned Lynn with her psychic senses. Unlike her own empty-handed state, Lynn was fully equipped, his body adorned with concealed machinery and weaponry camouflaged by coatings. "What are your specialties?"

"I have C-rank psychic abilities, excel in telekinesis, am proficient in combat, and my primary weapons are various energy-based firearms... Oh, and I’m also a dual-class Alchemist in the Omniverse." Lynn blurted out his credentials in one go, even adding weight to his resume by mentioning his cross-dimensional profession.

Ye Bai nodded and continued, "How long would it take you to assemble an interstellar spacecraft using the mission-provided technology?"

"With all resources available and limited to this planet’s technological level for manufacturing assembly robots, it would take seven days." After a pause, Lynn added, "However... if we have a secure environment allowing technology beyond this planet’s capabilities, it could be done in a day. But I’m unsure if that violates regulations or risks mission failure."

Given they were in an era capable of constructing Dyson spheres to harvest stellar energy, assembling a spacecraft barely surpassing planetary standards was trivial—no large-scale manpower required, just using local materials to fabricate assembly robots. freēwēbnovel.com

Noticing Ye Bai’s contemplative silence, Lynn cautiously ventured, "Senior, should we first find a way to draw attention to the gamma-ray burst warning? If we can mobilize manpower to supplement resources within seven days, the timeline could be shortened."

Previously, Lynn had found these tasks daunting, but now, standing before an A-rank powerhouse, he felt a newfound sense of reassurance.

"No need. Convincing them in the current situation would be too difficult. Focus on preparing the spacecraft. Leave the rest to me."

"Yes!" Lynn instinctively responded to the A-rank expert’s command. By the time he thought to ask further questions, Ye Bai had already vanished.

However, Lynn soon discovered what the legend was up to.

...

The Tydar Spire, standing at the heart of the three major corporate headquarters, was the tallest artificial structure on Tydar Prime and the most renowned landmark on the continent.

Ye Bai descended before the massive, unoccupied clock face of the Tydar Spire, overlooking the neon-drenched city below.

Then, with a mere thought, her psychic energy intertwined with the planet’s electromagnetic waves.

In the next instant, every broadcast device on the planet—televisions, communications, digital billboards, 3D projections—was hijacked, replaced by the image of Ye Bai, standing atop the Tydar Spire, her appearance mimicking an ordinary Tydarian.

"What the hell?!"

"What’s going on?"

Countless people cursed as their screens—whether tuned to news, combat tournaments, adult films, or video calls—were forcibly switched. No matter how they adjusted their devices, the image persisted like a virus, dominating every networked electronic display.

"Good evening, everyone. I’m currently atop the Tydar Spire."

Ye Bai greeted the planet’s inhabitants before continuing, "You must be wondering who I am, how I got up here, or when the armed forces will arrive to arrest me... Ah, here they come. Took them only eight seconds—not bad, given how close their headquarters is."

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But in the next moment, Ye Bai’s figure flickered like a glitching signal. The lightning and fire collided midair under some unseen force, erupting into a dazzling fireworks display.

The spectacle lasted briefly. When the flames dissipated, the figure remained unharmed before the Tydar Spire, while the clock behind her transformed into a countdown timer.

"Allow me to introduce myself. You may call me the Harbinger of Doom. With so many wishing for this planet’s destruction, I’ve arrived. A seven-day countdown—let us welcome Tydar Prime’s impending demise together."

"..."

For a brief moment, all who witnessed this fell silent.

"Hahaha! Where’d this lunatic crawl from? She’s got some skills, I’ll give her that."

"Entertaining. I like it. If this ‘Harbinger of Doom’ lasts longer, she might just earn a new fan."

Amid the laughter of the hedonistic Tydarians, the armed divisions of the three major corporations sprang into action.