CDJMM – Volume 5 -Chapter 2 Civilization Rescue Team (2)

When night fell, Le Jing suddenly realized a problem.

He had almost forgotten—he was sixteen this year, which meant he needed to attend school.

Although he would be leaving this world in two months, at least for now, as a high school student, he still needed to go to school.

Skipping class without reason required a parent meeting.

Just thinking about that coffin-like face of Le Zhengye made Le Jing feel irritated.

After all, that was his biological father. Even though the only thing his father ever did was annoy him, Le Jing still couldn’t get rid of him.

Originally, Le Jing’s plan was to take a vacation during this mission—protecting Joseph was just incidental.

In the last world, he had always been racing against time, practically living like the most overworked laborer in the industry. In the end, he even got tortured by the Zerg for three days and three nights before dying. His soul was exhausted.

Now that he was back in the peaceful real world, he just wanted to be a salted fish, rest up, and then conquer the next world.

But then he suddenly remembered—he still had to go to school.

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Le Jing withdrew his gaze from the peacefully sleeping uncle inside the cabin and looked up.

The Milky Way hung like a waterfall upon the velvet night sky, the bright stars blooming like competing flowers, each one shining like a passionate life.

The calm sea reflected the splendid starlight. Water and sky met as the cool night breeze drifted by. Sitting in the boat, Le Jing felt as if he were traveling through the universe.

This long-lost starry sky…

After four worlds of reincarnation and hundreds of years wandering time, he had finally returned to the starting point, bathed once again in the ancient starlight of home.

Thinking back, he had never actually traveled through space in his previous world. He always had too many urgent things to do, leaving no time for anything else.

In the dead of night, he wasn’t free from regret.

Now, as a member of the Civilization Rescue Team, his future was boundless—“able to pluck the moon from the ninth heaven and catch turtles in the ninth sea” was no exaggeration.

He had finally become a star that protected humanity.

Le Jing stretched lazily and decided to modify his plans—to teleport back to Huaguo first.

He had already placed a coordinate marker on Joseph, allowing him to monitor Joseph’s condition in real time. If Joseph faced danger, he could instantly teleport over to rescue him.

In fact, with his current strength, he didn’t need to make things so complicated; he could simply teleport Joseph directly back to Huaguo.

But here came the second rule of the Civilization Rescue Team— One must not reveal the existence of the Civilization Rescue Team to any living being.

This rule had generated countless derivative guidelines. One of them: act as low-key as possible and minimize the impact scope of a mission.

Directly teleporting Joseph to Huaguo would be far too flashy. Sure, he could modify Joseph’s memories, but traces would remain. Changing the memories of just Joseph wouldn’t be enough—he would also have to alter the memories of all the people connected to Joseph, plus forge a ton of official records. No matter how he looked at it, it was a massive project.

Thinking this way, it was easier to just monitor Joseph remotely from school and escort him back to the country.

When Le Jing got home, Le Zhengye still wasn’t back.

It was the weekend. As a boarding student, he needed to attend evening self-study.

To be honest, Le Jing’s memory of school was already very blurry—he couldn’t even remember his classmates’ faces.

And now it was past eight. If he went now… he’d be late, right?

Xingxiu watched as Le Jing simply pulled a book off the shelf, sat down at his desk, and began reading unhurriedly.

He asked suspiciously, “Aren’t you going to class?”

“It’s already late,” the boy said calmly. “Might as well skip.”

Xingxiu went silent, a constipated expression slowly appearing on his face. “Uh… Should you maybe just die socially tomorrow instead?”

The boy immediately lifted his eyes and examined him. After a few breaths, he seemed to have figured something out. “Did something go wrong with the mission?”

Xingxiu nodded, unable to resist praising him. “Talking to smart people is just easier.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Le Jing answered coolly. “You suddenly changed your usual attitude and want me to socially die tomorrow. That means my student identity is now obstructing the future mission, so something must have gone wrong. It’ll take me a lot of time to handle.”

“That’s right,” Xingxiu nodded first, then shook his head. “But it’s not your current mission. You’ve received a new mission.”

For once, Le Jing was stunned. “I remember you said rookies only get one mission?”

“So this one isn’t a rookie mission.” Xingxiu rubbed his temples, looking troubled. “This mission is beyond your current level, but because of proximity rules, you’re the closest Civilization Rescue Team member to the crisis. So you’re responsible.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you this time.” Xingxiu puffed his cheeks. “Even though it’s annoying, if it really gets bad, we’ll have to call for higher-level support.”

This was the first time since they’d met that Le Jing saw Xingxiu so troubled, and his curiosity was fully piqued. “What kind of mission could trouble you this much?”

Xingxiu cast a resentful glance at him and muttered, “Your world is really full of disasters…”

Le Jing’s expression didn’t change. “Another civilization-ending crisis? What is it?”

“The mission to protect biologist Joseph was an F-level mission—the lowest level—even ordinary people could complete it. But the new mission is completely different. It’s rated S-level, the highest tier. Even I have never independently completed an S-level mission.”

Le Jing’s interest was fully awakened. “What kind of mission?”

Xingxiu sighed heavily. “Dimensional invasion.”

“According to scans, a Western-fantasy world’s natives are building a portal connecting our worlds. They intend to invade your plane for resources and colonization.”

Le Jing paused, his mind processing rapidly.

“Why invade our world? To divert internal conflict? Or have their resources been exhausted?” He frowned. “It doesn’t make sense. Our power system is incompatible with theirs. Even if they invade, they might not get what they want and may only waste manpower.”

“They have no choice.” Xingxiu said flatly. “Their world has been abandoned by the gods. The era of magic is ending. Power is collapsing. Disasters are everywhere. Their world is dying. According to our projections, in thirty years, if their condition doesn’t improve, the Civilization Rescue Team will have to intervene to preserve their last trace of civilization.”

“They have tried to save themselves for centuries, with hundreds of methods, all useless. Only just now did they finally find a solution—migration. Abandoning their world and moving to another. And your world… is the only suitable one they found.”

Xingxiu made a pained face. “If this plan succeeds, their civilization will survive—but yours will be devastated.”

“Although we encourage civilizations to save themselves and only intervene when they absolutely can’t continue… their self-rescue plan…” Xingxiu sat cross-legged, chin in hands, sighing. “Ugh. This is really hard.”

“Normally, S-level missions need dozens of veteran teams. And now it’s just you, a rookie, and me, who despite being experienced, is alone. Looks like we’ll need upper-level backup.”

Le Jing asked, “How will the upper levels handle it?”

Xingxiu curled his lip. “That’s exactly why I don’t want to go to them—those old fogeys will hold hundreds of meetings. By the time they finish discussing the perfect plan, everything will be over.” He pouted. “Bureaucracy kills.”

While Xingxiu complained, an idea was slowly taking form in Le Jing’s mind.

Le Jing asked calmly, “If that fantasy world fixes its uninhabitable environment, they won’t want to invade ours, right?”

“Of course! What’s that saying you humans have? Oh—right. ‘A dog never despises its own home. A golden nest or a silver nest isn’t as good as one’s own doghouse.’”

“So we just need to fix their crisis, right?”

“It’s not that simple!” Xingxiu explained. “Their world seems cursed by the gods. Nothing grows. The oceans are blackened by corruption. Monsters run rampant. Nations fight constantly over limited resources. People suffer everywhere.”

“Then we purify the land and sea.”

Xingxiu blinked. “How? You can remove curses?”

“I can’t,” Le Jing said solemnly. “But we have Golden Fertilizer. Africa’s agriculture needs Golden Fertilizer. Japan lacks resources and needs Golden Fertilizer. With Golden Fertilizer, wheat yields reach 1,800 per mu.”

Xingxiu: “??? Is that real? What’s Golden Fertilizer? That powerful?”

Le Jing chuckled. “Alright, I’m kidding. Every field has its experts. I don’t know how to purify land and sea, but agricultural scientists, biologists, and oceanographers definitely do.”

Then inspiration struck. “Right, Joseph could create an antidote to U.S. military bioweapons! Maybe he can crack this so-called divine curse too!”

“Then we gather people to reclaim land, fight monsters, and farm. We’ll make sure the red flag—no wait—we’ll make sure hybrid rice spreads across their entire world.”

In Le Jing’s mind, Joseph was no longer a mere biochemist. He might be the otherworld version of Yuan Longping!

Xingxiu: ???

“You’re forgetting our mission must remain secret!”

Le Jing waved it off. “No worries—you don’t understand modern people’s imagination. Just tell them this is a full-immersion VR game, or that they were chosen by a Main God for a trial mission. They’ll believe it. They’ll work themselves to death for it. They grind so hard in World of Warcraft—if they saw a real magic world, they probably wouldn’t even want to go back. Don’t worry.”