Mystery Makes Me Strong

Li Cang was very excited.

He felt that he had stepped into a new level.

He could sense that the sky was crimson, the earth was charred, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and frost.

He knew that this was the realm of the gods, the source of power.

He could not only control fire and ice now, but he could also summon storms and earthquakes.

Li Cang was full of ambition at this time.

He wanted to use the power of this world to further strengthen himself.

He could already feel that as long as he created the doomsday, he could gain power through destruction.

Of course, before the doomsday, the world must be restored first.

Restore, then destroy.

This is how the doomsday world gains power.

"Hahaha, from today on, I am a god!"

Li Cang stood on the top of a high mountain, his body surrounded by fire and ice.

He stretched out his hands, the clouds in the sky began to gather, and the ground began to shake.

He could feel his power and could wreak havoc in this world.

He began to create storms and earthquakes.

However, he did not realize it, or he was confused by the power.

He had forgotten that his behavior had long been noticed by the "gods".

Or, he thought he had also entered the level of gods.

He forgot that the gap between gods is greater than the gap in power between humans and ants.

They are all called gods, some are omniscient and omnipotent, and some will even be punished by mortals...

He was just wreaking havoc, and the few mortals who were left began to suffer.

Originally, this doomsday world still had a chance to return to its original state.

After all, there were only 600 humans at the least, and they relied on their wisdom advantages, the advantages of taking care of babies, and the advantages of active adaptation and active migration to reproduce in harsh environments.

And now, there are at least millions of people in the world.

It will take a few hundred years to recover.

But after Li Cang's tossing, the reproductive capacity of modern people is not as strong as that of primitive people.

It's not that modern people are not smart.

It's that modern people are too smart.

They think too much.

Many people can reproduce but don't want to suffer and reproduce, just want to live a life of their own.

At this time, when Li Cang was immersed in his own power, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

A dazzling light shot out from the crack and pointed directly at Li Cang.

Li Cang suddenly felt unprecedented fear.

His power seemed so insignificant in front of the real power of the gods.

The voice of a god echoed in the sky.

The voice was filled with anger and warning.

"Li Cang, you got the power of the gods, but you don't use it well."

"You actually used it to destroy the world."

"Your behavior has violated the order of the righteous gods."

"You should be punished."

The voice of the gods was like thunder, shaking the whole world.

Li Cang's face turned pale and his body began to tremble.

He knew that he could no longer resist the power of the gods, and he knew that his behavior had brought disaster.

The power of the gods fell from the sky.

He couldn't understand at all what the essence of the other party's power was.

He only knew that his power seemed so small in front of the power of the gods.

The fire and frost he controlled were completely ineffective.

It was like using seemingly solid ice to deal with hot magma.

His body began to collapse and his strength began to dissipate.

Under the power of this god, Li Cang's body began to dissipate and his strength disappeared completely.

He never expected that he would not be handsome for more than three seconds!

His eyes were full of fear and despair.

He tried his best to resist, but found that he was just an ant's resistance and could not escape the punishment of the gods.

His body turned to ashes under the power of the gods.

His soul was purified in the anger of the gods. His strength, his ambition, his dream, all vanished at this moment.

...

Zhang Meng woke up from a coma, his head was splitting, and his memory was like broken glass, difficult to piece together.

He sighed, he naturally remembered Li Cang's betrayal and the conspiracy in the glass of wine.

But now, Li Cang has disappeared in the anger of the gods.

All that is left is the anger of the gods and the panic in the shelter.

Zhang Meng didn't want to say that he actually had some gloomy thoughts.

The thought that cannot be told directly to others.

In fact, he can stop Li Cang.

He can force himself not to drink.

But he also has a tentative thought in his heart, wanting to see how strong the gods are.

Wanting to see if it is possible to break through the restrictions of the gods.

Of course, he knows that this is very immoral.

After all, it was the gods who gave him the opportunity to survive and the cheat.

The result is obvious.

Li Cang failed completely.

Even if he has the power of a world, it is useless against the god.

And Li Cang's death is because he is too arrogant, and there is nothing wrong with arrogance.

But he should not destroy the world.

He should not gain power in that way.

This time, Zhang Meng gained a lot, the bottom line of the gods, the power of the gods... all benefited.

And he vaguely felt that the gods were not one.

It is very likely that the gods are a social form.

Just like the ancient mythology system, there are many gods.

They are self-contained.

In fact, to ants, humans are gods.

It's just that ants don't have a clear consciousness.

In contrast, killer whales, which have smarter brains, cooperate, quarrel with each other, and have rich language and social forms.

They can also pass the mirror test to know that the thing inside is themselves.

Killer whales can also distinguish between humans and ships.

But obviously, due to their physiological structure and marine environment, killer whales have no way to learn to use tools, and thus lose the opportunity to evolve into a higher level.

So in their eyes, humans have always been gods.

Killer whales rarely attack people, especially killer whales in the wild. Obviously, they should know how powerful humans are.

At this time, Zhang Meng felt that he was like a killer whale.

He knew the power of gods, but because of the limitations of the environment and his own structure, he would never be able to evolve into a god.

But he could do a lot of circuses to gain the favor of gods.

Just like killer whales, they are loved by people and can be rescued by friendly ships in times of danger.

For example, stranded, or entangled in a net.

At this time, you can ask people for help.

Zhang Meng slowly opened his eyes.

The light hurt his eyes.

He tried to sit up, but every muscle in his body was shaking.

His memory gradually became clear, and he remembered Li Cang's plan and the power of the hot core.

"Li Cang..." Zhang Meng's voice was hoarse, and he sighed.

Why bother.

Isn't it good to be alive? Why go after the field that you shouldn't touch.

There was helplessness in his eyes, and a little bit of guilt.

The people in the shelter gathered around, with guilt and concern in their eyes.

They naturally didn't know that Zhang Meng knew everything.

They hurried to tell Zhang Meng.

"Li Cang has gone to the hot core. He tried to absorb the power of the core, but was destroyed by the gods."

"The gods just spoke."

"Yes, that's the game administrator, who issued a game notice." A player survivor sighed.

"That's right. No matter how powerful we are, we can't do anything if the administrator shuts down the server, deletes the account, or modifies the data."

"Li Cang is too arrogant. He thinks that he can fight against God by controlling the game data and the server?" Another smart player shook his head.

His analogy is very good.

Zhang Meng also had a complex emotion in his heart.

But he knew that now was not the time to sigh and talk nonsense.

He had to take action.

He had to find a way to calm the anger of the gods and protect the shelter and other survivors.

"We must act immediately to prevent the gods from being angry and destroying our world."

"Yes, the server cannot be shut down."

Everyone said.

Zhang Meng and the people in the shelter began to look for ways to calm the anger of the gods.

They collected all the information they could find, and they asked everyone who might know the answer.

The answers of the people were varied.

They all knew that they had to find a way to calm the anger of the gods, otherwise they would not be able to survive.

In fact, Zhang Meng had a feeling that the gods would not implicate the innocent.

But he couldn't bet on this possibility.

By chance, Zhang Meng found an ancient scroll, which recorded an ancient ritual.

It should be used to calm the anger of the gods.

He began to study the ritual, and he thought of all the previous experiences, clowns, funny, and laughter. He knew what he was doing, and he began to prepare the necessary materials.

In fact, he knew that this ancient ritual had no effect.

But at least it could make others feel at ease and help him prepare something really useful.

So Zhang Meng and the survivors began to prepare the ceremony.

They collected all the necessary materials and built an altar on a high mountain.

Various offerings were placed on the altar, including food, water, and precious gems.

Zhang Meng stood in front of the altar.

His eyes were also a little uneasy, but of course he was determined.

He began to chant the ancient spell.

His voice was funny.

"Eat grapes without spitting out the skins..."

"123, 321, 1234567..."

"Ghosts and monsters, hypocritical..."

But no one else could understand, as if he was talking to God.

"God, we apologize for our actions."

Zhang Meng's voice was sincere and regretful, "We ask for your forgiveness and ask you to calm your anger."

With Zhang Meng's prayer, it really worked.

The storm in the sky gradually subsided, and the anger of the gods gradually subsided.

The dark clouds in the sky began to dissipate, and the sun shone on the earth again.

The temperature also dropped rapidly.

The survivors cheered.

They knew that they had successfully calmed the anger of the gods.

They surrounded Zhang Meng, their eyes full of gratitude and respect.

But Zhang Meng sighed.

They failed.

Although the world has become better.

But their player templates have also disappeared.

……

"It's not fun, these people are still the same." Xiao Huan was annoyed.

She saw Li Cang starting to destroy the world, and she didn't want Zhao Han nagging her, so she took action to eliminate this demon and calmed the world's disaster.

Wen Rensheng smiled: "You still have a lot to learn, but you have made great progress."

At least you know how to take care of Xiao Zhao's mood.

That's pretty good.

The reason why many naughty children are annoying is that they don't know how to take care of other people's moods and do whatever they want.

"Then change the type of doomsday world." Wen Rensheng said, and he casually selected another world for Xiao Huan.

...

This is a world full of war.

It doesn't look like an ordinary doomsday.

On the surface, it looks vibrant and everything is growing.

The economy is prosperous, the plants are green, and the sky is blue.

It's just that here war is no longer something that happens in a distant place, but a part of everyone's daily life.

This is a world dominated by four giant companies-A, B, C, and D.

They control everything, from birth to death, and everyone's fate is controlled by them.

In this world, people are marked at birth, go to the battlefield at the age of 25, and can only retire at the age of 45, and then enjoy life until the age of 60.

This is a cruel cycle, an endless war strangling field.

The chance of each person living to 45 years old and retiring safely is only one in five.

An 80% combat loss rate is definitely the end of the world for soldiers.

After all, the Battle of the Somu River on Blue Star did not have such a high combat loss ratio.

In fact, more people were injured rather than died on the spot.

In the control area of ​​Company A, a huge factory is located on the edge of a city.

This factory is not used to produce goods, but to produce soldiers.

The greatest sorrow in this world is that everyone can not only not decide their own birth, but also the birth of their children.

The powerful soldiers will extract the genes and put them into production.

The walls of the factory are covered with cold steel, and the windows are blocked by barbed wire, so that sunlight cannot penetrate.

Here, new lives are quickly classified, numbered, and then sent to different training facilities.

Deep in this factory, there is a place called "Incubator".

Here, in rows of culture dishes, new lives grow slowly in nutrient solution.

They are not naturally conceived, but warriors who are carefully designed and manufactured.

Their genes are optimized, their bodies are strengthened, and their minds are programmed, just for one thing - war.

Training is even more like a hellish life.

When these children grow up to a certain age, they are sent to the training ground.

Here, they receive harsh training, learn how to use various weapons, and how to survive on the battlefield.

Their lives are strictly controlled, and their every move is monitored.

They have no childhood, no playmates, only orders and discipline.

It can be said that it is not hell, but comparable to hell.

On the training ground, the children rolled in the mud, and there was no fear in their eyes, only determination.

They were taught to be ruthless, cold, and to be the best war weapons.

"Mission is everything to you!"

"Complete the mission until you are 45 years old."

Their lives are shrouded in the shadow of war, and their hearts are burned by the flames of war.

At the age of 25, they were sent to the battlefield.

They were assigned to different war zones, and their lives were devoured by the machine of war.

On the battlefield, they wore the same uniforms, and their faces were covered by helmets.

There is no emotion in their eyes, only the mission.

Their lives are bound by the rules of war, and their fate is determined by the roulette of war.

If their luck and skills are good enough, at the age of 45, if they can survive, they will be allowed to retire.

They are told that they can enjoy life and pursue their dreams. But years of war have been deeply imprinted in their hearts, and their souls have been eroded by the trauma of war.

Of course they have to leave here and go to another planet.

They are told that they can become spectators on the battlefield and watch every battle.

Sighs, pity, compassion, anger...

can be vented on another planet.

But before that, they have to fight hard.