4.6 Billion Year Symphony of Evolution

"Building, building, setting up, and finally is the beginning of destruction, want to stop, but it can't succeed, so you come back here again, fluff, you want to come here to find the answer, you want to come here to find victory."

In a green-filled world, pompons appear in front of the creators.

It seems that every time Lin wakes up, the pompoms will disappear, and when they are connected again, they will appear in the disappearing position.

"I told you about their aggression steps, fluff, and their steps would make something unusual and confusing, but it won't last long. If you want to stop it, you must be fast."

"But before they are done, they won't move, fluff, you can let those fools attack them, how much will cause them some loss, how much will make them feel dissatisfied..." The creator said: "When they themselves When it is occupied by this kind of emotion, it becomes more and more fragile."

"Before you passed, there will be changes here." The pompon pointed to the grass around it with fluff: "How long does it take to change?"

"You feel anxious? Fluffy, but that doesn't make sense." The creator said: "This world will not change because of any emotions. It will only act on its own... It is the time when you come back, the fluff, it has begun to act. Up..."

At the moment the creator finished, the surrounding green grass suddenly changed color.

In the grass, ‘long’ has produced a lot of things, not plants, but stones, buildings, and all kinds of weird machinery, as well as a large number of ... virtual people.

"This is an era of theirs, fluff, I don't know which one you want to go." The creator said: "So I chose one, but no matter which one we choose, we must have seen all the times and find it here." Entrance'."

The "creator..." before the creator also passed, did it mean this?

Lin looked at the imaginary people who walked around, and these imaginary people wore costumes that were not in line with the present, and walked on the ground covered by something called a brick.

The surrounding houses are very low, basically made of stone. Many virtual people buy and sell things under their own houses. Most of them are all kinds of fruits and fresh meat, which is impossible to see at present. thing.

Lin has seen this era in the material of the imaginary people. It seems that thousands of years ago, many imaginary people were wearing weapons like swords and pushing wooden vehicles.

“Yes, the times.” The creator said: “This is the 'inland’ of the six-legged fool.”

The pompons and creators are on a statue with a sword high, and the creators are staring at the virtual people who come and go: "The fools are satisfied in their homes, quiet and interesting life, forever life. This is almost the ultimate pursuit of all fools."

"But some fools are not satisfied, they want more, they have more desires, **, want to get all the objects with the brains of the fools, so they pass the test, rush to the mainland, and come to this place, here It’s a great place to implement them.” The creator said: “Here, they have everything they want.”

"Aristocracy, lower class, business, general, warrior, hero, and king, the fools who come here can choose whatever they know, what they know... all identity, occupation, age, gender, can also choose In any era, war-loving people can go to the war, peace-loving people can go to a quiet year, and then live in this era."

The creator climbed up to the sword holding the sword statue: "Then, these fools usually do what they like best. They use their own brains to arbitrarily transform the world they know and play freely in any era. Satisfy yourself all.**"

"Fleece, the statue we are in, is also established by a fool who entered this era... But occasionally these fools will also fail when they choose the wrong identity, or make the wrong decision, or when two The fools enter the same era, and they will attack each other because they are dissatisfied with each other."

"That way, they will die in this place, but the usual death will give them a chance to return, and then choose the opportunity once, unless..."

"Their deaths are unusual." The creator said: "Come on, fluff, let's find those fools, and then... kill them."

"Wow! There are two strange animals there!" When the creator came here, there was a sudden scream underneath, and a group of imaginary people gathered under the statue and yelled at the statue.

"Let's leave this, fluff." The creator swayed and disappeared over the statue, and the pompom flew at the same time, and disappeared into the air together.

Discoloration is the ability of both the pompon and the creator's tentacle.

“Why did you kill it?” Pompon asked the creator as he drilled out of the crowd.

“When the fool arrives, the ‘manager’ will appear.” The creator said: “The manager controls everything. Under normal death, it will let the fool choose another era, and the other will be born again.”

"But when fools can't be born again, they will be confused." The creator said: "We can use it to find the entrance. In the age of these fools, there is a deeper entrance to the mainland, where it is black. Metal 'really home, where we will face themselves."

"But what does the thing here have?" The pompon followed the creator to the back of a house: "What makes the fools realize their own here, what does it mean for black metal?"

"Fleece, they didn't tell me why." The creator said: "But they may just want to observe, observe different times, observe different creatures, understand them..."

"Maybe they want to create a perfect world like me." The creator paused a little: "Maybe there are other ideas."

"Only by defeating them can you fully understand them." The creator quickly climbed onto the wall of the house, pointing to the distance: "Look, the fool of this age is not far from us, it seems that it just came in this era, As the 'noble', he ruled this place."

The pompoms look to the side of the creator and can see a magnificent building with some modern structures to see.

"Come on... fluff, if you want to get real, you have to annihilate the fools." r1152