My universe in a bottle

"That's right."

Li Qing smiled playfully, sitting in a fast food restaurant, eating burgers and drinking Coke as a white-collar worker.

In a world, there must always be creation gods.

This is the world GM, fixing some racial loopholes and improving problems that may arise in the development of civilization.

Especially since there are only two groups, humans and zombies, it is too monotonous and will lose some potential.

But in front of me, I am the rich ethnic group.

The idea of ​​​​mutants is very good. A steady stream of research on the creation of new races has appeared, adding another camp.

And the number of mutants does not need to be one race. If the potential is not enough, there is no need to become stronger. If the potential is enough, if you become a seven-awakened demigod, you will be deformed at will, and there will be people of your own race everywhere.

Humans, zombies, and mutants are three pillars of the universe.

As for telling them this is not time travel?

"This is inevitable."

He sat by the window and looked at the street outside the fast food restaurant. "After all, they will find out the clues sooner or later. Time is a straight line."

All kinds of subtle flaws will be discovered by them sooner or later.

It’s not really time travel.

As long as they are smart scientists, they have already discovered various clues.

In fact, although most of their previous scientific research efforts were devoted to resisting the doomsday, they did find various small flaws.

I just don’t have time to explore, study, and keep it in mind silently.

Instead of having their world view collapse and they realize that they, as a construction worker, are constantly restarting their work, moving bricks and washing floors for them, and then lose their ability, it is better to make up a wave of settings and directly create a mastermind behind the scenes to stand in front of them.

As long as there are enough nesting dolls, the people in their sandbox will not be able to find themselves, the final boss.

"The mastermind behind this is the remnant soul of instinct. You are all living in that ominous dream. This setting is quite appropriate."

"After all, they are dead people. In the end, the people behind the scenes don't even have the wisdom. They want to complain, but they can't complain."

But this dream is a real dream. Everything happens in reality and is restarting reality.

In the next few days, Li Qing didn't do much.

He just practices daily, goes to work, and is an ordinary office worker.

After all, after the God of Creation worked tirelessly to build a sand table, he finally found that being a social animal was the most comfortable.

For him, he has long been able to do two things at once.

He is practicing cultivation all the time, and the work in front of him is a pastime to pass the time.

Of course, because it is in Phoenix City, Ning Guochang's asylum is next door, and Li Qing's mental hospital was transformed into a subsidiary institution of the foundation.

Their goal is to find the traces left by the zombie lords.

It’s not like the zombie lord doesn’t cause trouble.

They replace their identities and cannibalize people secretly. In addition, there are super criminals who are also included in the scope of shelter and imprisonment.

There are still a lot of combat investigators, but Li Qing is just a civilian. He just goes to work and helps with reception.

In the office, Li Qing read a book "Subspace Technology Expansion", briefly explained the principles, and used this to recruit interested professional researchers.

It seems that this subspace technology is still powerful.

Li Qing has recently become obsessed with this gadget, which is more capable of changing the staged process of human history than nuclear bombs.

There simply aren’t too many ways to play.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Li Qing received the call, "It's you. Do you want a large ultraviolet instrument? We have it in the laboratory, so that's no problem! I'll get you one with powerful power that can cause cancer. Although the future technology brought back now, I heard that it can already Cure cancer.”

There was another voice coming from the other side.

"What? You want alloy steel? I know the latest biochar steel, and I can help you get in touch."

Li Qing was immediately happy. It seemed like a new construction worker was coming.

"Huh? No money? Then I'll wait until you have money."

Li Qing hung up the phone, his expression still leisurely.

After someone resigned, he had to rely on himself to help him get things. These days, he got a lot of experimental equipment and all kinds of messy stuff.

Now it's my turn to be Doraemon.

Whatever the other party wants, we can help them get it done.

Li Qing had nothing to do, so he opened a group of classmates, where everyone was chatting happily.

"Recently, I became a fourth-level warrior. Why don't you become a mecha master?"

"It's not bad, Lu Wa is the best. He's a psychic master, can control flying knives, and darts. By the way, doesn't it mean that conventional mental power, souls, and can't travel through metal? I heard that a new type has been developed recently. Spiritual metal can travel through metal, and can also parasitize spiritual power in it to create the flying knife of a spiritual master. Is it super powerful?"

Li Qing found it interesting that all the people in the group were pretenders.

But someone doesn’t have time to irritate the group. He has become Dr. Robot and the leader of the mutants.

Of course.

Since the other party has chosen this path, there won't be much help. Life or death is fate.

But it's worth mentioning.

In this reincarnation, Angelet actually stood up again.

With good qualifications, he actually regained control of the giant and became the new main superhero, Giant King Angele.

Recently, he also filmed a personal movie, became a popular star, picked up various female stars, and received constant gossip, and established Angele Giant Technology Company.

It can only be said that things are impermanent, but he actually stood up again.

After sighing with emotion, Li Qing also began to study the progress of his practice.

Demigod realm.

It is to improve one's own genetic structure and expand the underlying code.

After all, a 1M streamlined and perfect program is only 1M no matter how perfect it is, but my hundreds of T programs are perfect with artistic conception, and the horror can be imagined.

At present, human beings are made of precision structures at the micron and nanometer levels, but the world in front of us will only become more mysterious, and even become ultra-complex and sophisticated that is difficult for humans to understand.

"Demigods, using the growth of their own sub-races to absorb their evolved structures."

Li Qing stuffed a few pieces of chocolate into his mouth:

"My route is very clear. Theirs is a single path, and mine is a full-life path. As long as the number of extraordinary species in the sandbox increases and becomes stronger, I will naturally improve."

It's just that it sounds simple, but it seems destined to be long.

Soon, Li Qing saw a recently trending message:

Umbrella Corporation, which is rebuilding NASA, is about to return to the moon.

About to be built, Artemis 1 will return to the moon after more than 70 years.

"These people have nothing to do. They have to rely on genius and luck to create gods. Are they looking for something to do? Simultaneous lunar exploration?"

I guess it was the last time I visited the moon, and I felt something was wrong.

Now ready to study it again.

They are still very smart.

"The zombie apocalypse and constant restarts can't stop these 'mental patients' from smashing my crystal wall and trying to break through the world map."

Li Qing raised his eyebrows and complained, "They also want me to get a router in the living room and let them shout: Don't answer, don't answer?"