God Simulator

Feng Huan, who was released from prison, felt aggrieved.

I am a seventy-year-old man, but I just want to stay in prison for a few years.

Who wants to resurrect the Kingdom's revised Prison Incarceration Act, which requires prisoners to participate in high-intensity carpentry, sewing, weaving and vegetable gardening work? Feng Huan's old arms and legs suddenly couldn't bear it.

After he was released from prison this time, he knew that the path of prison retirement was no longer feasible.

The old man sighed and looked up at the pale sun in the sky.

Since the advent of the extraterrestrial disaster, the world has become cold and gray, food is decreasing, heating fuel consumption is increasing, and everyone is panicking.

The situation in the popular world where Feng Huan is located is particularly serious.

It is a world without production and extremely dependent on the import of various resources.

In the Twin Snake Merchant Republic next door, money dominates everything. Because agriculture, forestry, and mining are not very profitable, they are not very willing to invest in these fields, while the popular world has no such things at all.

The Fengxing World is a place chosen by gods. Elite criminals selected by gods or apostles are sent here to undergo trials locally.

There are trial towers there. If you can break through the spell blockade, various traps and guarding monsters in the tower, you can obtain rich resources - including food, omnipotent stones, various equipment and props, etc.

On the other hand, the gods have also prepared a path for those who are not experts in combat.

Whether you are good at stealing, cheating, eloquence, imitation, assassination, poisoning, or bewitchment, you can all participate in the skill assessment. If you pass the level assessment, you can receive one year's survival resources from a specific tower.

The resources in the popular world are granted by the gods, and can only be obtained through violent levels and skill assessments.

This place is sealed by the gods. To obtain permission to leave, you must pass an extremely difficult exit test.

The locals call themselves "talented people".

Feng Huan was also very successful in the popular world when he was young. He participated in the team's trip to the tower and maintained sufficient competitiveness in the skill assessment.

However, after decades of living this carefree life of being wary of each other and stabbing each other, he felt really tired of it.

At the age of seventy, the magician Feng Huan finally passed the exit test and was able to leave the popular world.

After he came to the Resurrection Kingdom, he had not lived a normal retirement life for two days when a natural disaster struck. The sun was hidden, the darkness was overwhelming, hurricanes formed by dust storms ravaged the earth, and meteorites fell from the sky from time to time.

There are countless sharp iron sands in the dust storm. When rolled at high speed, it looks like thousands of sharp blades waving at high speed, like an invisible ghost army running wantonly on the earth.

Meteorite is easy to identify. No matter whether it is day or night, you can see its long tail of flames falling from the sky. But meteorites will turn into many fragments in mid-air, and these fragments will silently rush to the ground at high speed. If you are unlucky, you will either die or be disabled if you are hit.

People are wearing bone helmets and minimizing activities outside the house, while further strengthening the roof of the house and digging out the basement for more safety protection.

There was a large influx of outsiders from the Twin Snakes Kingdom, the Mystic Kingdom and other places, and those without fixed residences were arranged into temporary shacks. As people increase in number, these temporary residences become cramped, stuffy, and extremely noisy.

Feng Huan felt depressed.

Old man, I finally broke out and prepared to change my mind and make a living by my skills as a magician, but I encountered such bad luck. In this environment, no one is watching tricks at all.

So he found another way.

Feng Huan broke into a house and was arrested and imprisoned by police detectives. According to the relevant laws of the Resurrection Kingdom, burglars will be fined, imprisoned for one to five years, and receive relevant education.

The prison is much more comfortable than the shack!

However, Feng Huan encountered a major reform-through-labor policy shortly after he was imprisoned. All criminals, regardless of age, must participate and obey orders.

He was in agony.

If I could honestly weave, sew, do carpentry and knitting, could I go into the fashion world?

After Feng Huan came out with a sore back, he knew that his strategy of going to jail was no longer available. So he began searching for a suitable target.

Soon, he found a young man.

Cheke, [Anvil Federation] is a short-bearded person, 24 years old, single, with a mustache, and golden hair. He dreams of becoming a legendary dwarf like [The Man from the Blast Furnace]. He is a barber on the surface, but his true identity is a dwarf mountain chief. descendants.

He meets the characteristics of young people that Fenghuan needs: curious, not afraid of spending money, idealistic, and wants to prove himself.

Cheke cuts the hair of poor refugees for free.

Young Master, helping the weak can make him feel noble and satisfied.

Feng Huan was sitting on a chair, her messy hair being cut by Cheke's big scissors.

"Young man, I have been observing you for several days."

Feng Huan said slowly: "You have a compassionate heart and a noble and humble soul. You let me see the shadow of those heroic epics passed down in the past. I am old, and I can see such a young person like you. It’s so gratifying and joyful, people.”

"If you don't mind, I'll teach you a little trick."

The sound of scissors overhead suddenly stopped.

The young dwarf said: "Are you trying to cheat me out of money?"

The old man smiled: "My name is Feng Huan, and I come from the popular world. You can ask others about who I am."

Feng Huan is not afraid of getting to the bottom of things.

So far, everyone who partnered with Feng Huan has died.

Some people are prepared to kill each other from the beginning, some die in the brutal death battle in the trial tower, and some become prey of others after getting old. Death is the norm.

Feng Huan learned the spirit of Fengxing from the older generation. He comes and goes like the wind, and his actions are precise. When he is not sure whether the other party is planning to kill him, he assumes that the other party will take action... so he strikes first to gain advantage.

When he was young, Feng Huan was different from what he is now. He could always poke knives, poison, and set up magic traps with a smile to ensure that his teammates could stay in the trial tower forever.

After getting older, the scenery gradually changes.

In fact, it has nothing to do with age to be precise.

Feng Huan also relies on cheating each other in the popular world to live a relatively comfortable and unrestrained life. Most elderly people in the popular world have this experience.

"The key to a magician is to mislead."

Feng Huan said calmly: "This is the basis."

"For example, look, has my hair grown?"

"How can this be……"

Cheke said casually, and when he glanced at it, the smile on his face suddenly froze. Feng Huan's messy gray hair, which had been cut off, was now draped nicely on her shoulders.

"How did you do this? I obviously cut it off with scissors." The dwarf looked at the cross scissors in his hand, and then looked at the ground - the old man's gray hair that had been cut off was gone.

"Like I just said, it's just a little trick, misleading."

A wrinkled smile appeared on the old magician's face: "Why is this? Because your focus now is on me, not my hair, so I can easily do some tricks on them. It's very simple, but very useful. ”

"..."

The dwarf young man suddenly realized something and his eyes sharpened: "I know, it's a wig. You are wearing a wig."

Then he tore Feng Huan's hair hard, causing the old man to grin with a headache.

"Stop, stop..."

"It's actually real hair!"

The dwarf was shocked.

Then, he carefully looked at the old man's hair from side to side, lifted it up to look at the scalp underneath, and tapped the skull with his fingers, making Feng Huan's face twitch.

This brat from a rich family!

"I admit, you did hide your trick from me."

The dwarf young man touched his beard: "But what's the use of this kind of trick? Isn't the popular world very cruel? If you perform tricks on other people, will they give you money?"

"..."

Feng Huan tried hard to maintain a polite smile.

Don't be angry, don't be angry... If it were fifty years ago, your kid's body would be hard by now!

Then there was a sound of trumpets in the street.

The skeleton knights blew their horns all the way and shouted: "It's dark, be careful to avoid it!"

People on the street immediately fled in all directions, skillfully and quickly looking for bunkers and caves to hide.

The dwarf Chek invited Feng Huan to his underground shelter.

It was said to be a shelter, but it was more like an underground castle.

There is a spherical bunker reinforced with metal and bones on the ground, and a magnificent five-story underground building underground. Each floor has houses, corridors, pools and gardens, and even prayers dedicated to the statues of Yao gods. square.

"Master."

The dwarf said: "It's not easy for you as a magician in the popular world. You're a lot older now. I even pulled your hair out just now... As an apology, you can live here first. All the food and drink are mine. But you I’m actually not interested in tricks, I’m not interested in fake things.”

Feng Huan's prepared words were nowhere to be used, and he couldn't help but feel depressed.

Fortunately, the goal has been achieved.

A money bag was found.

But to make the opponent continue to spit out gold coins, you have to work harder.

So Feng Huan said: "Misleading is not falsehood."

He opened his dirty linen bag and took out a wooden box.

There is a lot of fine sand in the box, and there are also black and white square stones. Each stone is polished to be even and equal in size.

Feng Huan began to piece these stones together.

"The foundation of many things is very simple, just like the two stones in my hand. Black represents darkness, and white represents light."

"In this [Magic Box], I will boldly imitate the gods and try to build a world where darkness and light are bifurcated."

Feng Huan raised his hand and arranged the stones in a specific order. The black and white interlaced formed a strange and uniform pattern.

Then the old man raised his dry and slender hand and said to the dwarf young man: "Look at it, below is the moment to witness the trick."

He gently closed the lid of the box with his hand, leaving only a closable hole on it.

The old man gestured: "Please look at this hole."

Cheke was doubtful, but he still moved his face forward, his eyes pressed against the small hole and looked into the box.

Inside the box is a starry sky.

In the dark night-like box, distant flashes of stars appeared, as if what you were seeing was not a small box, but overlooking another smaller world.

A certain star point suddenly grew rapidly, and then turned into a bright light group, which was the moon.

Under the moonlight, the world on the sand in the box was illuminated.

There are many slowly growing grass blades and trees in this world. They are all very small, but everything is so real. And among the grass, there was a small four-legged beast attacking a big ant, and the two sides started a fierce fight.

Cheke was watching intently when his vision suddenly went dark and he couldn't see anything.

Feng Huan's voice sounded in his ears: "Because the follow-up has not yet been produced, [Trick Box] ends here."

The dwarf young man raised his head: "Why not make a follow-up?"

The old man did not answer, but asked: "So, do you think this is true or false?"

"..."

Cheke was silent for a while: "It must be fake, it can't be true. Only gods can create the world."

"You are right. Creating the world and life is the domain of gods, and mortals cannot overstep it."

Feng Huan nodded: "But isn't the [Trick Box] real? Doesn't the trick inside actually exist?"

The dwarf seemed to understand something, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The old magician had already seen through the other party's thoughts.

Hooked, good, that's it.

"How on earth is this done? Can magic really be so fake and real?" Cheke looked at the magic box reluctantly.

"sure."

Feng Huan said: "In fact, the [Magic Box] is just a very basic part of the [Magic Box Court]."

"Spell Box Court? What is that?"

"A very complex and special device."

The old man touched the beard at the corner of his mouth: "It looks like a magic box, and a miniature courtyard will be arranged inside with sand, stones and even grass blades."

"In this courtyard, various spells will pass through the entire box and evolve into endless changes. I can create the sun and moon inside, or I can destroy them and turn them into natural disasters like the outside."

"I can create all kinds of life in it - they are generated by spells, and of course they are not real life, but in this small garden, they did exist for a short time."

"Of course, what I use the most is to deduce and create various spells. Because spells actually require a lot of experiments, their power and mechanism must be ensured, and their duration and effects after they are produced in an instant..."

"[Spell Box Courtyard] is a box-in-court made of spells. Various spells can be added there, and these spells can be continuously released inside. Of course, the power will be very small, but it is enough for trying and dismantling."

"If you use it well and have it, it is equivalent to holding thousands of spells."

Feng Huan smiled: "This is the source of my magic, using magic to transform it into magic. I retained the magic part, but eliminated the power part."

Cheke's expression finally changed, and he looked at the old man with a look full of respect: "Master...can you let me take a look at the magic box court?"

"It's a pity that the [Spell Box Court] was stolen."

Feng Huan sighed and rubbed the wooden box with his fingers: "But I designed a magic mechanism inside. If you try to open it by force, it will be destroyed. So now that I think about it, it should no longer exist."

"Can you make one again? I have all kinds of materials here, metal, wood, leather, cotton and linen, almighty stone, elemental crystal structure...all of them!"

Chek said boldly.

"I don't know, because the material that is the basis of the Magic Box Court is too unique. It is the wood of a strange sacred tree, which was obtained from an ancient altar. And I am old, my eyes are dazzled, and my hands are shaking, so it is difficult to make it. It’s so precisely made.”

There was a sentimental expression on Feng Huan's face, but he was laughing in his heart, "You kid, you are being manipulated so hard by me!"

Cheke insisted, "Then let me give it a try! Can you guide me? I will definitely abide by your instructions! Teacher, please! Let me give it a try! Okay?"

"It's rare that you have such ambition, then give it a try...I will do my best to guide you."

Feng Huan tried hard not to laugh out loud.

…

One day four years later, Feng Huan was eating delicious bighorn lamb roasted leg of lamb, served with fresh grape juice and sugar cookies.

He finally lived the old life he had planned.

Cheke, who had wild hair, rushed over with a box in his arms: "Teacher, teacher! I restored the [Magic Box Court]!!!"

"You see, I followed your reminder and description and finally added various elemental crystal structures into it. Using the four elements of fire, water, earth and wind as the basis, I can mix the proportions of elements to form spells! These spells are wonderful and can be theoretically There are endless variations!”

"I hired scholars from the United Friendship University to participate in experiments and production. I tried more than 100 boxes and broke 3,000 crystal structures. I sold the underground shelter and finally got it done."

Feng Huan was shocked.

Go crazy! If you sell this house, where will I live?

"I used the origami dragon as a target and experimental subject, and it can clearly reflect the effects of these spells!"

"And the magic barrier you mentioned is to seal the entire box in a magic structure to prevent leakage and harm to people. This is very difficult. I hired researchers from the Mystery Research Institute for help with a high salary. Guess what happened? Lord Star Crow is very interested in the secret arts of the gods... With the help of the gods, I finally restored your great masterpiece!"

"Teacher, you are so powerful! Even the gods say you are an incredible genius!"

The unshaven Cheek looked in awe.

Feng Huanren was a little confused.

He looked at the origami box in front of him. There was an origami dragon walking around inside.

Cheke twisted a piece of crystal outside the box, and the box suddenly burst into flames, burning the origami dragon's body black. Then he twisted another piece of crystal, and a cold air suddenly filled the box, freezing the origami dragon to death.

The dwarf young man adjusted the crystal knob again, making a magnificent scene of water and fire appear in the box, wrapping the origami dragon inside. This water and fire spell did not harm the origami dragon at all, but instead formed a layer of red and white magic armor on its body.

"It can only achieve this level now, but it will definitely get better and better in the future. The significance of this great invention is not only a major breakthrough in research tools, but also allows ordinary people to master and use thousands of spells in the field. Teacher, you will definitely go down in history!" Cheke's eyes lit up with excitement.

Feng Huan's face was calm, but his heart was extremely panicked.

It's obviously just nonsense, how can something false become true? The [Magic Box] is just the scene shown by the magic scroll at the bottom of the box.

Feng Huan realized that this matter was by no means simple.

This is...a warning from the gods.

The old man could not help but count down with sweat.

He quickly shivered and prayed.

Great and benevolent God Yao, your loyal servant has absolutely no ill intentions or offense against you. I just want to find a place to retire.

Please forgive me, I will never dare to talk nonsense again...

The first update today, and the second update will be resumed after adjusting the schedule.