Chapter 3: Portable Planet
Mu Lantu had recently become fond of experiencing different lives and was curious about what career and golden finger (cheat ability) he would draw this time around.
[Xiao Wu.]
The God-Tier Get Rich System No. 005 responded promptly, accompanied by the upbeat background music often used for guest entrances in variety shows. Mu Lantu sensed that Xiao Wu was in a pretty good mood too.
[Host, shall we draw your career and golden finger now?]
[Yeah.] Mu Lantu lay back comfortably on the sofa, his body sinking into the soft cushions. The comfort improved his mood even more, and once again, he felt fortunate to have returned to modern society.
[Please draw your career, Master.]
A light screen popped up, displaying dozens of cards with various colorful designs—like playing cards.
The designs didn’t give away anything useful, so there was nothing to deliberate over. Mu Lantu casually tapped on one of the cards.
A burst of celebratory music played as the system announced loudly:
[Congratulations, Master! You’ve become a Landlord! Confetti drop!]
Colorful holographic flower petals and glittering sequins rained down from above.
Mu Lantu’s face remained expressionless. “Heh.”
To even be called a “landlord,” one would at least need to own an entire building. Otherwise, he was just a regular “property owner.” But his family didn’t have ten buildings waiting for him to walk around in flip-flops, collecting rent with a woven plastic bag. Besides a single house in the countryside, all they owned was a modest convenience store in a small town. That’s it.
He couldn’t just use gold or jewels to buy property openly—he could only cash in a small amount. As the son of an ordinary farmer with no background, spending large sums would definitely raise red flags. And if he had to start from scratch, who knew how many years it would take before he could even afford a building? He might as well just give up. There were no penalties for not fulfilling the career role anyway, just the loss of a lifelong achievement bonus.
The system quickly reassured him:
[Host, don’t be discouraged! You haven’t drawn your golden finger yet!]
Lazily stretched out on the sofa, Mu Lantu didn’t hold much hope.
[Fine, draw the golden finger.]
The career cards vanished. New cards appeared, each one forged in glittering gold. Some were plain, while others were adorned with golden vines, jade leaves, silver beads, diamonds, and other enticing embellishments.
This was Mu Lantu’s favorite part—because no matter what kind of golden finger it was, it was still a golden finger, and he wasn’t picky.
He perked up a little and silently chanted in his mind:
[Xiao Wu, 8-8-8, bring me wealth! I choose card number eight!]
He tapped hard on the eighth card!
The previously subdued music suddenly swelled into an epic fanfare as the system cried out excitedly:
[Congratulations, Master! You have obtained an undeveloped planet suitable for human habitation! Deploy it now?]
“What?” Mu Lantu shot up straight, thinking he’d misheard.
He had received an entire undeveloped planet suitable for human life?
He knew the system had all sorts of cheat abilities, but a whole planet?! That was beyond ridiculous. If this were really deployed and discovered, it could literally trigger a Fourth World War!
Even by the 2030s, when technology had become highly advanced, Earth had still not entered the Stage II civilization level. It was as if an invisible force was holding humanity back. This meant that the Earth’s entire population of 8 billion across 200 countries still had to share one planet’s worth of resources.
Mu Lantu’s country, Jasmine, was one of the top five global powers, which allowed its citizens to live relatively peaceful lives. But places like North Continent and Black Continent were frequently at war. Several countries’ borders were still plagued by conflict—all due to resource wars.
An undeveloped planet meant limitless resources—land, minerals, forests, oceans, and more. It was easy to imagine the chaos it would cause if such a planet were revealed. Countries—especially those with imperialistic tendencies—would stop at nothing to get their hands on it. And if Mu Lantu’s identity as the owner leaked out, he’d definitely become a pawn in their battles.
Mu Lantu didn’t dare think further. Even though he had a system and had lived through two lifetimes, he was still just an ordinary person. In the world of politics, he didn’t stand a chance against the real players.
[Host, are you going to give up?] 005 asked curiously. It wasn’t like those other half-broken systems—it never forced its host to do anything. Still, it would be a pity if he gave up. Watching the host get rich was such fun.
Give up?
Deep inside, Mu Lantu felt a strong surge of reluctance. What man didn’t have a bit of an adventurous spirit in his bones? Besides, this kind of opportunity was too rare to simply let go.
Still, he didn’t rush to decide.
[Xiao Wu, explain to me in detail what this planet is about.]
005 noticed his interest and perked up:
[Yes, Host. This planet has a 90% similarity to Earth. It contains forests, oceans, mountains, plains, rivers, etc. You can choose where to place it and control when it appears or hides. It also comes with a protective shield that even a Stage 10 civilization’s weapons can’t penetrate, and you control the shield entirely…]
Mu Lantu’s eyes lit up. If that were true, maybe deploying it wasn’t so impossible…
He continued listening attentively as the system went on.
[There’s also a teleportation station on the planet. Once you install a corresponding station on Earth, you can freely travel between the two. As the owner, you’re the only one who can teleport instantly just by thinking the word “teleport.” There are no limits on time, frequency, or location. You also have the authority to expel anyone from the planet. Development-wise, there are two methods. First, traditional on-site development using people or machines. Second—LEGO-style…]
After hearing the explanation, Mu Lantu frowned slightly. The system meant he could build with LEGO blocks—construct anything like roads or buildings, then deploy them on the new planet as real objects. Obviously, this method had a lower cost, but…
Mu Lantu asked:
[Xiao Wu, can I have others build it for me?]
005 replied:
[Yes, but only with blocks from the official parts warehouse. Also, structures built personally by the host have a 100% success rate when deployed, while those built by others have only a 60% success rate. If they fail, they must be rebuilt.]
Mu Lantu rubbed his now-aching head and thought for a moment. He felt like there was potential to work around these limitations, but there was no need to rush things.
He called the hotel and asked them to deliver a new set of clothes at 10 a.m. the next morning, then headed into the bathroom.
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Author’s Note:
This story is fictional, fictional, fictional—repeating it three times because it’s important. Please don’t apply real-world logic to it. Thank you!
