Chapter 144: The New World

"Really?"

"Of course it's real. Just from what I can recall right now, there are *Crysis*, *Star Conflict*, *Call of Duty*, *G.I. Joe*, and even the Marvel universe has similar equipment, though they are all in the hands of aliens."

"I'm really looking forward to it then!" Ada Wong propped her chin in her hand, looking just like a girl next door eagerly awaiting a New Year's gift.

This wonderful scene made Wang Jing feel a bit infatuated.

Wang Jing had the sudden sensation of being back in middle school, looking at the most popular girl in the class.

Noticing Wang Jing's infatuated gaze, the corners of Ada Wong's mouth curved upward slightly, and she said with a charming smile, "I wouldn't mind an older-woman-younger-man relationship either!"

Coming back to his senses, Wang Jing's old face flushed slightly, and he said righteously, "You're overthinking it. I just thought you looked a lot like the class beauty from my school days."

Wang Jing's words elicited a chuckle from Ada Wong.

Ada Wong stood up, smiled as she ruffled Wang Jing's hair, and said, "Big sis will wait for your good news."

Watching Ada Wong sway her hips as she walked away, Wang Jing couldn't help but daydream about what she would look like wearing a biological nanosuit.

However, when Wang Jing thought of Ada Wong's identity and formidable abilities, his enthusiasm deflated immediately. If he were to marry her and bring her home as a wife, he would definitely end up henpecked.

Sighing, Wang Jing picked up his chopsticks again to eat the food on his plate, but now the food that had tasted so exceptionally delicious just moments before tasted utterly bland.

Forcing himself to finish the food, Wang Jing strolled back to his villa.

It is worth mentioning that to ensure Wang Jing's safety and privacy, the United Government had specially built an independent villa for him to live in.

Back in the villa, Wang Jing lay down on the living room sofa and reflected on how it had been nearly a year since he gained the ability to travel across dimensions. The changes in him over this past year were immense.

He had saved all of humanity, killed countless people, and even made friends with gods. Over this past year, Wang Jing had matured a lot, feeling that his previous two lifetimes combined were not as fulfilling as this single year.

He was revered by hundreds of millions of people, and presidents of other dimensions had to show him a modicum of respect when they met him.

Yet now, the moment things quieted down, a sense of emptiness would involuntarily well up in his heart, as if something was constantly urging him on from behind.

Based on his abilities, he never knew which dimension-hopping trip would transport him to a brand-new world.

And then there was that annoying quantum-binding setting with all of humanity. There were many times when Wang Jing wanted to engage the enemy in a proper, gentlemanly, hand-to-hand brawl, but because of this restriction, he had no choice but to summon his massive armies and overwhelm the enemy with sheer numbers.

He really hoped that Hank Pym's quantum shuttle and quantum tunnel would be completed soon so that this troublesome setting on him could finally end.

Thinking of this, Wang Jing let out a long sigh, stretched lazily, stood up, commanded his battle armor to fly before him, and then took off toward the base dock.

The supplies this time were aid intended for the homeless children in the Elysium universe.

Although, through the regulation of the United Government, public security in the Elysium universe had improved significantly and massive skyscrapers were rising one after another, there were still numerous children left homeless by social turmoil.

Ever since the last time the Na'vi were brought to the Elysium universe and those pitiful children were witnessed firsthand, the people who watched the documentary spontaneously donated their children's old clothes, books, and money to aid those poor kids.

To win votes or maintain a public presence, some foreign officials and wealthy individuals also purchased these supplies to donate to the children.

After delivering the supplies to the Elysium universe, Wang Jing did not return immediately; instead, he flew into the air to take in the surrounding scenery.

With the help of weather control satellites, much more green began to appear on Earth in the Elysium universe, which was also linked to the United Government's reforestation efforts to restore the ecological environment.

Wang Jing returned to the ground and then shipped the cheap goods, which had filled the containers on the other side, back to the prime dimension.

Because the population was simply too massive, merchants from both the prime dimension and the Elysium universe seized upon the idea of cheap labor, shifting jobs that were too costly in terms of labor in the prime dimension and other worlds over here.

They then used the cheap labor here to turn a profit. Although this might look like ruthless capitalists wildly exploiting the poor, to those impoverished people who could not even afford a proper meal and had to survive entirely on nutrient paste every day:

Working for these bosses was quite similar to programmers working for major internet tech giants in the prime dimension; although the working hours were long, the pay was higher, and working for a year or two made getting married and having a family no longer a problem.

As soon as these cheap goods were transported back to the prime dimension, a large flock of automated remote-controlled forklifts rushed over to transfer the containers onto the adjacent trains, which had already been completely unloaded of their previous cargo.

As for Wang Jing, he set off to transport the containers unloaded from the train to the Wandering Earth universe.

Yet an accident occurred this time: Wang Jing once again hopped into a brand-new world.

The neat rows of containers suddenly twisted and collapsed with a loud rumble, and the contents inside some of the containers spilled out everywhere.

This massive commotion immediately attracted the surrounding CELL mercenaries and Prophet, who had already drawn his bowstring to the max, preparing to blast the heads off the CELL mercenaries below.

Meanwhile, Wang Jing looked around at the buildings overgrown with vegetation and the canopy covering the entire sky.

While Wang Jing was still pondering what kind of world this was, the CELL mercenaries in the distance, upon discovering him, opened fire without a word.

The bullets were blocked by the armor's energy shield, not even scratching a bit of paint on the suit.

Attacked without provocation, Wang Jing didn't hesitate much. He instantly raised the electromagnetic cannon on his back and picked off the CELL mercenaries firing at him one by one.

Even the CELL mercenaries hiding behind cover were pierced straight through along with their cover under the full-power strike of the electromagnetic cannon.

This sight made Prophet, who was in stealth mode not far away, feel his heart turn ice cold.

After finishing off those CELL mercenaries, Wang Jing flew over to a corpse to inspect it. Upon seeing the CELL insignia on the mercenary's right shoulder, Wang Jing instantly realized that he had arrived in the Crysis universe.

Judging from the vegetation-covered buildings and the nano-dome overhead, this should be the setting of *Crysis 3*, which was thirty years after the Lingshan Island incident in *Crysis 1*.

Just as Wang Jing was sifting through the memories in his mind, the armor's radar indicated that a humanoid object was approaching.

Wang Jing suddenly stood up and looked in the direction detected by the radar. MOOS inside the armor also marked out Prophet, who was currently in stealth, at the very first moment.

The next instant, however, an explosive arrow was fired at Wang Jing. MOOS's autonomous defense function activated, raising an energy shield to block the incoming explosive arrow outside the barrier.

With a deafening explosion, the shockwave of the blast was also perfectly absorbed by the energy shield; the armor was not even stained by the smoke of the explosion.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Prophet had long since vanished without a trace, and even the radar on the armor could no longer detect his whereabouts.