Super Black Technology

"Human Civilization". game world.

On a huge iceberg stands an ice sculpture.

Under the sunlight, the ice sculptures are crystal clear. Vaguely, one can see a charming woman frozen inside.

She is the goddess of ice and snow - Cui Mingmei.

The real time is only two days, but the game time is two full years!

In the past two years, Cui Mingmei has frozen herself here, never moving.

The cries of pterosaurs in the sky did not wake her up; neither did the roars of Tyrannosaurus rex in the distance.

At this moment, her body didn't move at all, as if she was dead.

However, in her mind, her consciousness was running rapidly.

Nobody knows exactly what she's up to, except...

Herself!

Time flies, the sun sets and night falls.

The night in the Jurassic era was extremely cold.

The cold wind is sandwiched with frost and snow, blowing the ice sculptures over and over again. The ice sculptures are getting bigger and bigger...

Sudden!

An emotionless intellectual voice sounded inexplicably, resounding through Cui Mingmei's mind:

"Player 007, the second stage of your Star Warrior cultivation has been achieved. Current consciousness strength: 200; mental strength: 200; combat power: 2000."

"The training content of the third stage of Star Warrior is now distributed, please record!"

With the sound of this voice, endless information poured into Cui Mingmei's mind.

Cui Mingmei immediately used her consciousness to memorize these precious information verbatim.

At this moment, outsiders don't know what the information is.

That is one of the three overlords of the seventh universe: the complete cultivation system of the Protoss clan.

From the first-level Star Warrior, to the sixth-level Star Wars Master, to the twelfth-level Dark Templar...

Mind decides potential!

Spirit is better than force!

When Cui Mingmei becomes a sixth-level Star Wars master, her mental strength will be comparable to that of a small planet; her consciousness will come out of her body and spread across the starry sky...

...

U.S. New York.

After monitoring this scene through the Star Wars brain, Ike nodded with satisfaction.

As long as these evolutionaries are given time, many Star Wars masters will be born on the earth. At that time, even if an army of 50 billion flying dragons attacks the solar system, I will not be afraid anymore.

With this in mind, Ike turned around and shouted:

"Moulton, Mr. Moulton!"

Hearing the shout, Moulton quickly came in from the door.

"Sir, please order!"

"Help me call the five superpower organizations and tell them: Every evolutionary needs to take at least one fruit of life every day, otherwise his life will be in danger."

"Yes, sir!"

Moulton agreed, and then hurried out to call the governments of various countries.

In fact, there is no need for Ike's reminder now.

In the eyes of the governments of various countries, every evolutionary in their country is a priceless treasure. Not to mention eating one fruit of life a day, even if you eat ten, the governments of various countries will not be stingy.

Not to mention anything else, just look at what the Chinese military is doing.

There are as many as 200 members of the dedicated medical team who are waiting for Cui Mingmei, Chen Jiang and others 24 hours a day. These people are paying attention to the physical condition of the evolutionists every minute and every second.

Let's look at the rich and powerful American government.

Members of their S.H.I.E.L.D. don't eat one fruit of life at all every day, but two.

One in the morning and one in the afternoon.

As for the Vulcan mother and son in France, there are more.

In order to take care of the soon-to-be-born child in Mrs. Henry's womb, France sent military planes every day to transport four fruits of life from the treasury.

According to the French President:

Pregnant women eat a lot, after all, it means one life, two lives. So eat more, be safer.

After receiving the call from Moulton, governments took the matter more seriously.

Politicians who are as good as humans guessed one thing from Moulton's relay.

That is - in a short period of time, the evolutionists will not be out of the game.

As for why?

They don't know, and don't need to know. Anyway, as long as it is good for the country.

...

Time passed day by day.

In "Human Civilization", every day there are countless players holding homemade weapons and rushing desperately towards those man-eating dinosaurs.

Die today, continue tomorrow.

Die tomorrow, continue the day after tomorrow...

Due to this approach, the territory of the major guilds is getting bigger and bigger, and the civilization level of the gathering places is also developing faster and faster.

A week later, Watermelon Entertainment, a subsidiary of the Watermelon Alliance, held a press conference to announce to the world:

The Watermelon Guild has officially entered the Iron Age.

As soon as the news came out, the governments of various countries were in a hurry.

What does the Iron Age represent? Represents expansion and war.

The Watermelon Guild is going to war against the overlords of the Jurassic Period - the dinosaurs!

game world.

On the vast grassland, stands a huge stone city.

It's called Watermelon City, a city built by the Watermelon Guild after spending nine years in the game.

Back then, in order to drive away the nearby dinosaurs, each of the 3 million Watermelon Guild players died multiple times.

It can be said that this city is completely piled up by players with their lives.

At this time, the watermelon city was in full swing, and the sound of metal knocking resounded everywhere.

Players are making swords.

Tomorrow we will go to the battlefield, how can we do without weapons?

This time, the Watermelon Guild will flatten the grassland and kill all threats on the grassland...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a knock on the door of a low stone house.

Hearing the sound, the owner of the stone house hurried to open the door.

As the simple door opened, a middle-aged man in iron armor and an iron helmet appeared outside the door. The man's expression was as cold as ice, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

The genius knows how many dinosaurs this middle-aged man has killed during the nine years of playing games.

At this time, the middle-aged man was holding two swords, one was a broad sword and the other was a thin sword.

Seeing the master open the door, the murderous intent in the man's eyes instantly subsided. With a smile on his face, he handed over the thin sword in his hand.

"Hey, Mina! I know you don't have a weapon yet, so I made one for you. Here, this is it. Do you see if it fits your hand?"

Hearing this, the girl player named "Mina" was overjoyed and quickly took the rapier.

"Thank you! Thank you, Altaïr!"

"You're welcome, as long as you like it!"

The middle-aged man stared at Mina intently, his eyes full of affection.

Feeling this friendship, Mina lowered her head shyly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Sudden!

Mina raised her head and returned the rapier in her hand to the middle-aged man.

"Sorry, Altaïr, I can't have it!"

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man was shocked.

"Why? Don't you understand my intentions?"

"I know, I know! But..."

Mina's expression was extremely frustrated: "I'm sorry, Altaïr, I really can't accept it. My mother already knew about us, and she objected to our dating. He said that you are 30 years old, and I just turned 20. And we Home is the upper class in the real world, your home..."

At this point, Mina couldn't continue, but the middle-aged man at this time has fully understood.

In reality, I am just an ordinary person!

"Mina, I will work hard in the future, and I will definitely let you live a happy life. Please trust me?"

"Altaïr, I believe in you! But, but my mother..."

Mina is desperate, and so is the middle-aged man.

Because, in the real world, there is a huge gap between the upper class and the lower class, like a moat.

"Altaïr!"

The girl cried and threw herself into the arms of the middle-aged man.

She likes this man who has been taking care of her, but at home...

"Don't cry, Mina, don't cry, I will work hard. I will do my best to get your family's approval. I will, I will..."

The middle-aged man couldn't go on talking, he didn't know what achievement he had to achieve in order to enter the upper class.

At this moment, his heart was also crying.

God Ike, didn't you say that players can get everything in the game?

From the beginning of my game, I fought bloody battles every day, eating insects, sleeping on grass, killing dinosaurs...

It can be said that I have tasted all the sufferings in this game. But why, why did your grace not come to me.

O God, please have mercy, have mercy on me, have mercy on me, a poor creature in love.

I like Mina, I really like her!

God Ike, please, really please!

...

(The ratio of real time to game time: one day equals one year.)