A million ways to survive in the dungeon

The appearance of Zheng Qian really scared Xiao Bianchi.

"When did you come?" Xiao Bichi was a little confused.

His hearing aid has a danger alarm function. When someone outside his awareness appears around him, Xiao Urchin can immediately detect it and generate a prompt in the sight of his right eye.

These are top-notch military sciences, technologies that Xiao Urinal has not yet had time to demonstrate.

But the appearance of Zheng Qian completely escaped the detection of these high-precision instruments.

Trustworthy science seems to have failed in Zheng Qian's case.

Zheng Qian smiled and said, "What, the high technology doesn't work anymore?"

"How did you do it?" Xiao Bichi's face was full of confusion.

For a scientist, lack of understanding is the best medicine to inspire fighting spirit.

The disappointment in his eyes disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by extreme enthusiasm and curiosity to understand this incomprehensible phenomenon.

Of course, he didn't understand what the concept of having your wishes come true was.

In fact, humans don’t even know what conceptual skills are.

In addition to space transfer, Wishes Come True and Space Bridge can also move through subspace.

Although the urinal alarm can detect spatial shifts, it is only a scientific product based on a partial knowledge of space.

For more advanced wishful thinking and space bridges, the sirens are naturally undetectable.

Zheng Qian sat on the edge of the fountain and patted his side: "Sit down, let's have a good chat."

Xiao Urinal was a little wary, but finally sat down.

Zheng Qian handed him the iced soda.

"Why is my alarm ineffective on you?" Xiao Bichi asked impatiently.

Zheng Qian opened the soda, took a sip, and said with a smile, "It's just magic."

"impossible!"

"Why isn't it possible?"

"I have understood the principle of space transfer. My alarm will calculate the spatial coordinates around me anytime and anywhere. Once the exit of space transfer is set next to me, I will be aware of who you are..."

"Are you admitting that science is inferior to magic?" Zheng Qian turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

With just one sentence, Xiao Bianchi was choked in place.

He lowered his head and looked at the soda in his hand, and after a long time he said: "I have learned magic before, but my talent is not good.

Magic, even if you know the principles and techniques, people who are not talented enough will still not be able to use it well.

I think magic is inferior to science because magic has a very high cost of use.

As for science, as long as there is knowledge, anyone can do it. Therefore, science is the way out for mankind. Things like magic can only fulfill a few geniuses. "

Zheng Qian's upper and lower eyelids moved slightly closer: "Listening to what you said, you seem to be very prejudiced against magic."

Xiao Bichi's expression changed slightly, as if he remembered something bad.

He raised his head and looked at the blue sky and white clouds.

After a long time, he finally said: "There used to be a child who was born with a deformity. In order to prove that he was no worse than others, he applied to study magic, but the result...

Alas, let’s not mention it, I’m not a hypocritical person. "

That's what I say, but sometimes I can't control things like memories.

…

"Hahaha, big-headed freak~"

"The head is bigger than the toilet, go to hell!"

"Freak! Freak!"

In the Magic Academy of Enlightenment, a child with deformed limbs and a head as big as a gourd was pushed from a wheelchair by seven or eight children.

These healthy children beat and kicked him, his beloved notes were thrown into the sewage, and the wheelchair he relied on for mobility was broken into pieces.

And all this, for those children with sound limbs, is just for happiness.

…

He quickly retreated from the memories, with a smile on his face, but bitterness seeped out from every pore of his face.

He had no hatred, just helplessness.

"Science is the primary productive force. Regardless of race, talent, health or illness, everyone can have power. Everyone can have power, and there is no need to kowtow to the strong.

This is my ideal. "

Xiao Urinal tried to open the soda, but the metal fingers of the robotic arm were not as soft as ordinary fingers, and the polished fingertips could not hook the tab.

In the end, it was Zheng Qian who reached out to help him open the soda.

Zheng Qian turned back, held the soda in his hand, and said with a smile: "I believe that science is the crystallization of human wisdom, but so is magic. Both are essentially just technologies, and no one is better than the other."

"But magic cannot bring fairness. People without talent can only become the steps for those with talent.

My deformity has caused me to suffer discrimination since I was a child. You are strong, so you don't understand how important fairness and dignity are to the weak. "

"But your fairness is also hurting others, isn't it?" Zheng Qian looked at him squarely again.

This time, Zheng Qian's gaze was so sharp that Xiao Urchin could not escape.

“In your efforts to deny the ivory tower, aren’t you also hurting the children they are raising?”

Xiao Urchin lowered his head.

Zheng Qian continued: "What you want is not actually fairness. What you want is actually recognition from others, right?"

Xiao said nothing.

But Zheng Qian's words undoubtedly revealed his inner thoughts.

His persistence in science and his hostility to magic are the best reflection of his heart.

Maybe he didn't even realize that his hostility to magic had even spread to magicians.

After a long time, Xiao Bichi said: "I'm sorry, I ruined you in front of Situ Zhou. I didn't really want to add insult to injury, but..."

"I know, and I don't blame you. It's just a year's salary, and I don't care about that little money."

"That's right." Xiao Bichi's expression relaxed a little.

Zheng Qian smiled and looked up at the sky with him.

Zheng Qian said: "Fortunately, you didn't go on an evil path, you just took a slightly crooked path.

To be honest, I quite like you. I really don't want to deal with you if I don't have to. Fortunately, I'm lucky.

But today, you should have learned a lesson, right? "

Xiao Bichi took a deep breath and nodded.

Zheng Qian smiled and said: "Don't try to compare who is better and who is worse.

You said you are good at science? I'm coming over. Did your siren notice it? Can't you notice it?

But you said magic is powerful? If we magicians want to make something like this, we have to put in a lot of effort. "

As he spoke, Zheng Qian shook the empty can in his hand.

Xiao Wenchi said: "What is the use of this kind of science that can only be used in daily life? What I pursue is science that can bring power. These things are just by-products of my research.

For example, the ice-cold soda in your hand is a by-product of air pump research and chemical dyes, cans are just a by-product of metal research, and the ice-cold vending machine is a by-product of the cannon cooling system.

This kind of thing is nothing remarkable at all. "

"Really? I think these inventions for daily use are much greater than those Titan cannons of yours."

"well?"

Facing Xiao Urushi's confusion, Zheng Qian smiled and said: "You want to apply science to combat so that everyone has the power to fight, so that soldiers can exert greater strength and reduce unnecessary casualties, right? "

Xiao Urchi nodded.

Zheng Qian said again: "Then let me ask you, why are you fighting?"

"well?"

"What are people fighting for?"

Xiao Bianchi shook his head in confusion.

He really hadn't thought about this problem.

Zheng Gan smiled and said: "Because there are many injustices in this world, and yes, they are the biggest obstacle to your ideals: injustice.

People fight because people want to eat.

People fight because some conflicts must be resolved through fighting.

People fight because their current life is not good and they want to live a better life.

Fight so that you don’t have to fight anymore. "

"Fighting so you don't have to fight anymore?"

"Yes, all fights are caused by injustices and contradictions, which cannot be resolved through formal means, so fighting is necessary.

The purpose of all fights worthy of recognition is to live a better life. If there is no oppression and a prosperous life, only a fool would want to fight.

So if you think about it carefully, what do these by-products you call bring? "

Zheng Qian's words gave Xiao Bichi some enlightenment.

"That's right."

Zheng Qian threw the can in his hand and accurately threw it towards the trash can twenty or thirty meters away. Unfortunately, because of the slightest difference, the can bounced out and was not thrown in.

Zheng Qian didn't care. Anyway, he was used to littering everywhere.

He smiled: “These by-products that you look down upon have made people’s lives richer.

Because of your refrigerators and vending machines, people can drink cheap cold drinks in summer, which were originally only available to nobles.

Because of your automatic rice transplanter, farmers can easily push the machine and plant hundreds of acres of rice seedlings a day, instead of squatting in the wet fields in the dog days of summer and inserting rice seedlings one by one.

Because of your magical power forging table, the swordsmith can press a switch and let the dozens of tons of falling hammers forge tons of metal at once, without having to hammer it with his own hands.

Air conditioners, gas stoves, speakers... seemingly useless small technologies have indeed improved people's quality of life and reduced the cost of living.

Because of your science, people live richer lives. "

Zheng Qian said this with a look of admiration on his face: "We may not be able to achieve things that we fight and fight for with our lives, but you have achieved it all at once with science.

I wonder if there is anything greater than this? "

Zheng Qian's words finally relaxed Xiao Bichi's frown.

His dull eyes finally had a bright look.

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