Demon Change the Earth

Time flies.

Unknowingly, most of the military training has passed.

It is already the morning of the tenth day, and all the freshmen are doing a ten-kilometer field training.

Ma Liang was panting and running in the queue, striding with difficulty like everyone else, shouting at the top of his voice, in fact, he was already lost in the sky.

These days, he has been thinking about how to start this crucial first step.

This step is not easy. Ma Liang has such scruples and considerations, and it seems that there is no perfect and foolproof method.

Is it really necessary to set up a "white glove" like a question answerer? Leave all these problems to him to deal with?

No!

Ma Liang denied such an idea without thinking.

Doing so is extremely dangerous.

Even if "white gloves" are required, even if there is no foolproof method, everything needs to be done within the framework set by him.

This time, he does not insist on complete control, nor does he expect perfection, at least the general trend and direction must be determined.

Don't release a world-destroying Satan.

"Students, work harder, the camp is coming soon, the top five companies will have lunch at noon today, and the last will serve everyone, come on, cheer up!"

At the beginning of the departure, there were singing and trumpets, but now there was only the sound of heavy panting. The instructors and the support team followed the whole process, and if someone fell down, they were dealt with properly.

However, as long as you can still move, you don't give up halfway. No matter how delicate a girl is, she has to run the ten kilometers obediently.

"Old, old horse, I can't do it, I can't do it, I, I'm going to die, I'm dying!"

Ma Liang supported Zhu Ming, who was staggering, and looked left and right, and saw that the team had dispersed.

Three consecutive stretches stretched back and forth for hundreds of meters. Many people were numb, their eyes were glazed over, their bodies were soaked in sweat, and they were just walking mechanically.

The camp was at the foot of the mountain in front of us. It didn't seem that far away, but it was out of reach when we actually ran.

"No, it can't be done, really, really can't be done!" Zhu Ming looked like he was about to pass away, but Ma Liang was not as exaggerated as he was. He was tired, but he could still persist.

"I'll hold you, it's almost there, hold on... Come, give me your backpack!"

"Thank you, thank you, buddy, you are really, really awesome."

Ma Liang grinned.

His body is just ordinary, and the reason why he can persist is firstly because of his heart and will, and secondly because he is distracted, always thinking about things that are unbelievable to ordinary people.

The more you focus on the pain, the more painful it will be, the more shaken you are, the easier it is to give up.

Just like the previous camp, am I also like Zhu Ming, paying too much attention, caring too much, getting too entangled in benefits and some details, and...

Ma Liang was thoughtful.

It may be that the tragic experience in the old time and space made him a little timid, just like his strong repulsion and resistance to white gloves.

Now that he understands that white gloves are indispensable, he should actively think of ways, work hard, and fight, even if he encounters the worst situation, he still has the magic pen.

What are you afraid of?

Scared of a fart!

For a moment, Ma Liang only felt enlightened, and even his body felt much lighter.

"I, I said old horse, slow down, slow down, slow down!"

Ma Liang smiled angrily, and said, "You fat man, you're fat, just for you to lose weight!"

At this time, the instructor ran over, looked at the fat man, patted Ma Liang on the shoulder, and then fell to the end of the team to look after the others.

Half an hour later, the camp was in the distance.

Ma Liang was still thinking.

Now that the most difficult decision has been made, the thinking is much clearer.

This time, he will not insist on being comprehensive and omnipotent, he needs to plan a framework,

From the very beginning, he has created a general trend that is surging in the right direction. As for the specific process, evolution, development, etc., it is really beyond his ability. .

Just what is this framework, in other words, what is the highest mission for the birth of this "white glove"?

Of course, the highest mission is naturally what Ma Liang wants to achieve and achieve, and what needs to be avoided and guarded against!

Ma Liang wants time-space oscillations and continuous harvesting of sources, with small inputs and large outputs.

I want to complete my own strength and transformation.

I want to become a "cartoonist", build my own time and space, and gain real freedom.

There are two things that you want to eliminate and prevent.

First, it cannot cause a catastrophe like the end of the world, and it cannot cause huge losses and retrogression of human society and civilization.

Second, you must not endanger yourself, whether it is the stability of time and space, or the creation of the magic pen.

If you think about it, that's all there is to it.

Then there is how to set it up and how to realize it!

Ma Liang's mind was wide open.

Will there be such a civilization?

In the confused multiverse, the vast and endless multi-dimensional time and space, in the corner of the single universe that does not know the time, the dimensions, and the single universe, a civilization with a high degree of alternative development suddenly came to an end.

When destruction comes, countless dandelion-like seeds flee to the multiverse, multidimensional time and space, hoping that the fire of civilization can be continued and reborn in another soil?

Most of the attempts and efforts have failed, but there is such a kind of fire, which has gone through hardships, wandered for countless years, countless universes, countless time and space, and came to the earth at a certain moment on a certain day of a certain year?

On this kindling, there is a kind of creation of this civilization!

It is a kind of consciousness similar to the central intellectual brain, but without self-consciousness, subjective tendencies and emotions, only the cold highest mission and instinct set at the beginning of creation.

Due to the alternative and particularity of this civilization, it does not have a main race.

Are all "people" in civilizations the product of combining and debugging with other civilizations?

This way is like parasitism!

On the DNA of the parasitic civilization, inject your own DNA fragments, just like the apples grown from the peach tree after grafting?

Therefore, parasitic civilization is safe!

And because, in the process of escaping, most of the resources and data on Tinder were lost, and the “database” of the creation was incomplete, so all the information about the hometown and the history of civilization was lost, and there was only one supreme mission driving all the actions of the creation .

This creation is called the Creator!

Oh, no, the Creator is actually himself, it should be the Creator (false), seemingly omnipotent, but in fact all sources are in his own hands.

Ma Liang will never have any contact or contact with it, in order to avoid being discovered by the mighty power he set up.

But Ma Liang needs to define its "database" well and fill it with his own private goods, so that after the new system is rolled out, it can be hidden in the sea of ​​sand.

Think again carefully, is there any loophole in this setting! ?

Seems to work!

Ma Liang became excited. This out-of-the-box layout, or such a vast and great scene, gave him a sense of excitement and accomplishment that he had never had before.

"Think again, think again, don't worry, be cautious, be cautious!"

he told himself so.

At this moment, a burst of laughter woke him up.

It turned out that the camp had already arrived, but he was too involved, and he didn't get in, and he was running forward with the fat man who was exhausted but not inhaled!

"I'm convinced, I'm really convinced, brother, brother Ma, you will be my brother from now on, dear brother!" Zhu Ming said to Ma Liang after he recovered his breath.