My Ability Pool is Superior - Chapter 398: We Know Your Background Well

The Master still maintained silence, showing no response to anything Lu Bai said.

However, Lu Bai acted as if he didn’t need any reply from the Master at all, making the entire process more like self-questioning and self-answering.

“Following this logic, controllable heavy element reaction, ecological internal circulation—these technologies, including advanced materials science and other black tech, were apparently also provided to humanity by you replicants back then.”

Leaving aside the necessary conditions for building the underground city mentioned earlier, something like materials science with its full randomness—how could it possibly breakthrough exactly when it was most needed?

Lu Bai smiled meaninglessly: “Actually, thinking about it, it’s reasonable. These black techs are almost all for ensuring humanity’s survival and continuation underground.”

He lifted the hand that had been stroking the Master’s head, as if appreciating a clay sculpture.

“Combining these known situations, a reasonable hypothesis can be made.”

He continued with a hint of amusement in his voice: “Your replicants’ technological level is indeed very high, capable of crushing humanity, but it absolutely does not exceed the degree of the Deathmatch System.”

“Following this hypothesis, you want to master the Deathmatch System or obtain the power you need from the Deathmatch System, but you lack the qualification to become Death Fighters, so you can only use this troublesome method of replicants to save the country in a roundabout way, naturally not allowing humanity to be completely eradicated.”

Halfway through speaking, Lu Bai suddenly thought of something.

“Hmm? Right, that means using replicants like this should have quite a few restrictions; otherwise, you could simply keep all of humanity penned up, instead of leaving leeway like now.”

As more intelligence came out, his thinking became clearer.

“That makes sense. After all, your level hasn’t surpassed the Deathmatch System, so you naturally worry that humanity might obtain power from the Deathmatch System that could threaten you, thus understandably dividing the entire human tribe.”

Humans living in the Underground Shelter are physically isolated, unable to truly connect with each other.

Moreover, the living space of a Shelter is ultimately only so large; a single Shelter’s total population reaching one or two hundred million is already the limit.

As for humans living on the Surface, they haven’t completely cut off contact with each other, and the living space is vast enough, but they can’t develop technology—their diet is even controlled, so they can only choose to attach to replicants and struggle to survive.

For these two types of humans in different living states, the high-level officials of the Shelters definitely know these people were abandoned by their side, so contacting them comes with heavy concerns.

The other side is even more unnecessary to mention; both sides view each other with hostility, making it hard to truly unite.

Lu Bai estimated that without his own unreasonable existence, this structure could basically be maintained until the replicants obtain what they want and then eliminate humanity, this hidden danger, once and for all.

Even if the human underclass can’t endure the difficult life and decides to revolt, overthrowing the superstructure, no matter the result, in the replicants’ eyes, it’s just internal mutual harm among humanity, nothing serious.

Not to mention the replicants can still pull strings, easily controlling the situation to develop in the direction they want to see.

“Tsk.”

Thinking of this, Lu Bai rubbed his chin, slightly impressed: “What a pity, you ran into me.”

“Pfft~”

The Master in front of him chuckled mockingly.

Finally breaking the silence he had actively maintained, he sneered: “I have to admit, your guess is indeed very close to the truth, but you’re a bit too arrogant. Do you really think that just you alone can threaten us?”

“Do you think that in these hundreds of years, no one else has guessed the truth?”

The Master raised his index finger, shaking it contemptuously: “In your humans’ words, you’re like a rat that just crawled out of the sewer, thinking you’ve seen the vastness of the sky, yet having no idea that everyone walking on the street can easily crush you with one foot.”

Lu Bai’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

Since the other party had rarely spoken, he naturally wouldn’t interrupt out of a moment’s impulse, instead silently yielding the right to speak.

He showed astonishment on his face: “What do you mean?”

The perfectly timed panic in his gaze provided the Master with full emotional value.

“Your mistake was exposing yourself too early. If you had continued hiding, you might really have grown one day to the point of causing us trouble—of course, merely trouble.”

At this point, the Master actually stood up, speaking in a posture of level gaze, even overlooking: “Don’t you think I’m right? Clever Malphite?”

A look of horror that Lu Bai tried hard to suppress but couldn’t hide appeared on his face.

Seeing this, the Master felt as refreshed as eating a bite of iced watermelon on a hot day; he vented by adding: “While you were smug, I had already reported this anomaly of yours upward. We’ve thoroughly investigated your background.”

“You’ve only gone through six rounds of Deathmatch Duels; even if you’re a genius, you’ve merely mastered six abilities at most.”

“To tell you, in the Deathmatch System’s Death Fighter Ranking List, the cumulative rounds list has seventy percent of the top hundred belonging to our people; the Top Ten all belong to us entirely. The Ability List, Talent List, and even the Title List are similarly without much difference.”

“Even without using any technological creations you can’t understand, just relying on Death Fighters is enough to easily pin down a little rat like you.”

The Master looked up at the ceiling, his gaze as if penetrating the building’s concrete layers to see the sky outside the hotel: “Looks like the cleaners are almost here. Rest assured, we won’t keep talent like yours. Cherish your final moments.”

The Master shifted his gaze back to Lu Bai’s face, wanting to see an expression of despair on this young face to alleviate his previous humiliation of lying low.

However, to his surprise, he felt not the slightest bit of tension from Lu Bai.

The previous horror and panic seemed like mere illusions.

Not only could he no longer find such negative emotions, he vaguely felt that the amusement in Lu Bai’s eyes had even intensified a bit.

For some reason, this Master inexplicably felt some unease.

But logically, he really couldn’t think of where anything could go wrong.

Even if the six abilities Lu Bai possessed were all Color Level, in front of the entire faction, it was just that.

As for running away?

Under full orbital satellite surveillance, nothing on the Surface escapes their eyes; once locked, Lu Bai could never escape from under their noses.

Or could Lu Bai be strong enough to confront them head-on?

Having this thought, the Master couldn’t help but chuckle wryly, suspecting if he’d been suppressed too long and lost his wits a bit.

A mere Death Fighter who had only gone through six rounds of Deathmatch Duels surpassing the blazes of countless generations of their relentless efforts?

What a joke.

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