He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Chapter 293 The 'Disappearance' Attack

The scene shifts again, and the mech kneeling on one knee is found by the Imperial Army.

The unconscious soldier inside the mech was carried out by a group of soldiers and transferred into a magnificent black starship.

After a long while, a magnificent and splendid building complex appeared in the scene. Next to the gate stood a plaque with the words "Tianyu Science Research Institute" written in large, golden characters, shining brightly.

An elderly man with white hair and beard transferred the soldier into the ward. Afterward, a series of examinations and treatments were carried out. Along the way, soldiers, His Majesty and the Crown Prince of the royal family, and elders of the Huo family all came to visit him.

After that, the soldiers were transferred from the special wards to the nutrition wards, and as time went on, fewer and fewer people came to visit them.

Later on, apart from the old man who was initially called 'Dr. Derian', almost no one paid attention to the lives of the soldiers anymore.

A wave of grief washed over him, and Xiao Xuan snapped out of his reverie and slowly opened his eyes.

He turned to look at Yan Jiayu beside him, his gaze gradually hardening.

"Ayu, wait a little longer. It won't be long before you can return to your own world."

"wait for me."

He withdrew his gaze, opened his right hand, and a bluish-black seed floated quietly in his palm.

Xiao Xuan closed his eyes, focused his mind, gathered the Heavenly Profound Qi, and poured it into the divine tree seed.

The laws of time operated automatically, and at this moment, time was frozen for everyone and everything in the Immortal Realm virtual world except for Xiao Xuan and the Divine Tree Seed.

Zhou Tian Galaxy

Crimson Empire

His Majesty Rhys Landor's personal computer beeped with a notification sound.

Rhys Landor gracefully finished his glass of red wine, picked up the napkin in front of him to wipe his mouth, and then slowly connected to the computer communication.

His voice was cold and authoritative. "What is it?"

The lazy voice of the Federation's top hacker, 'Wu Zong', rang out, "Your Majesty Landor, I apologize for disturbing you so late at night."

He said sorry, but there was no real remorse in his tone.

After a moment of silence, the young man slumped in the soft chair across from him brushed his fingers across his thin lips and continued, "Your Majesty, please allow me to kindly remind you, have you forgotten to remit the money?"

A storm gathered in Rhys Landor's eyes, his voice turning cold. "'Unseen' Lord, the Empire has given you more than enough. Greed will not end well, won't you agree?"

'Wu Zong' abandoned his languid demeanor, picked up the wine glass on the table, raised it to His Majesty Rhys Landor, downed it in one gulp, and with a smile that was three parts arrogance and seven parts wicked charm, said, word by word, "His Majesty Rhys Landor, are you threatening me?"

"In that case, I hope you won't regret it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure on the computer screen disappeared, replaced by complete darkness.

Rhys Randolph expressionlessly picked up a napkin from the table and wiped the cold sweat from his palms.

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt.

After a cup of tea, his stiff body relaxed, and he picked up the personal terminal on the table and transferred the interstellar coins that 'Wu Zong' had requested.

At this moment, he couldn't help but regret having asked such a person to help modify the code of the virtual immortal realm, which led to his current predicament, where he was powerless to resist.

Federal Marshal's Office

Marshal Colin deactivated the mimicry and voice-over mode on his personal terminal without looking up, and said, "What are you still standing here for?"

"Weren't you clamoring for military funding? What, isn't the interstellar currency personally transferred by His Majesty of the Crimson Flame Empire enough for you?"

Lang Yingxing dared not utter a word of dissent.

Don't be fooled by their marshal's ever-smiling and easygoing demeanor; he's actually petty, vengeful, and quick to turn on you.