The System Exploded And I Became The System

In Xia Qingming's eyes, the content on the third page should have a lot of scientific research results behind it.

However, he could not see it, only a few messages in the front.

When he opened the fourth page, Xia Qingming understood the reason.

[Today is 2070. I am the fourth writer and the student of the third writer. ]

[To this day, the ghost disaster is still there and is getting worse! ]

[Half of the survivors have become food for the ghosts to imprison, and on the other hand, bases have been established in the South Pole and the North Pole. ]

[From September to March of the following year, during this period, the polar day in the South and North Poles with the sun hanging high can give us humans some warmth and peace of mind. ]

[Ghosts are afraid of sunlight. This is no longer a secret today. In order to find a way to kill ghosts, the teacher has spent nearly ten years to devote himself to research in this area. ]

[The teacher is studying a bullet, a bullet that contains the power of the sun! ]

[Not long ago, after dozens of iterations, the teacher's research results have been released. It is a product that can capture the power of the sun! After the bullet is fired, a ray of sunlight is released! This is the greatest hope of mankind! ]

[However... the fact proves that the direction of the teacher's research is wrong, his efforts in the past ten years are completely wrong, and those scientific research results are all waste paper! ]

[Ghosts... will not be killed by the sun! ]

[We humans have no hope of turning over! ]

Xia Qingming's expression was slightly moved by the content of this article.

It turned out that the author of the previous article had wrong research results, so it was erased.

"Is this the true history of the wasteland world?" The man took a deep breath and said with an uneasy mood.

In the yellow sand underground city where he grew up, the information and education he received.

That is to say, the reason why the wasteland world has changed from the old era to the current one.

It is because humans launched the Third World War, global nuclear weapons were launched, and the world was completely destroyed!

In the moment of despair, it was the ‘heaven’ who could not bear to see this purgatory.

They fell down to the mortal world one after another, and entered the mortal world to protect a certain number of humans, and ensured and continued the survival of humans.

According to the content of this book and the information I have seen and heard these days, that is to say, those ghosts, over time, have transformed themselves from brutal abusers to ‘gentlemen’ who eat meat with masks!

The essence of ‘heaven’ is the original ghost!

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[Hello, latecomer, I am the fifth writer. Today is 2090. This book was found by me in a sealed safe in a ruin. ]

[To this day, humans have not given up the path to hope. ]

[I am the one who has set foot on the forefront of the path to hope, because... I saw the sun...]

[That day, the base city where I was located took out all its resources to build a rocket to the universe, and I was the only astronaut who flew into space in the ghost disaster era. ]

[Ghosts don't want to be exposed to the sun, which means they are afraid of the sun, but the sun can't kill ghosts. The reason has become a major problem that humans need to overcome. ]

[We all wonder if the sun's light is not strong enough, and if we need another way to use the sun to kill ghosts? ]

[Until today, a few minutes before I left a message on this book, I flew into space on a one-way rocket with the hope of finding the truth, and I saw the sun... and I also knew the reason. ]

[It turns out... the sun... is also a ghost! ]

[The ghosts on our planet fear the sun because they fear the superiors, not death! ]

The fifth author's remarks were directly conveyed to Xia Qingming's eyes through the book!

"Sun?!" Xia Qingming turned his head stiffly and looked out the window. On the distant horizon, the setting sun was slowly descending, and his pupils trembled!

"That's the sun in the wasteland world, which should have nothing to do with this world." The man consoled himself and glanced at the football news on the tablet beside him.

Take a deep breath and turn to page 6.

[It takes courage to write your own words on this book. ]

[Hello, I'm the sixth writer, and today is 2100. ]

[Before I found this book in the wreckage of a flight cabin, I never thought that the true face of the sun would be like that. ]

[However, it is worth being happy that humans have won successive victories in the fight against ghosts! ]

[A large number of humans have been rescued, and bases have begun to be reorganized. We humans are now moving in a better direction! ]

[I think this disaster,It will be over soon! ]

The message on the sixth page made Xia Qingming look at the part of the book that was not opened at the back.

The content at the back was a thick stack!

There were at least dozens of writers!

This writer number six might be too optimistic.

After opening the next page, Xia Qingming looked at the content and said in his heart, "As expected."

[The previous number six is ​​bullshitting! ]

[What humans defeated ghosts and all mankind was saved, that's all fake! ]

[The truth is that those ghosts found that they would exhaust the resources if they kept us in captivity, so they gave us space to survive, let us reproduce and feed them generation after generation! ]

[These ghosts have even learned to disguise themselves. They hide among humans and become the upper echelons of humans. They say they will bring revival to all mankind, but they turn around and bite human flesh! ]

[They laugh, laugh at our ignorance and incompetence, and laugh at the despair of the few sober ones. ]

[I am indeed desperate. How come none of you has a way to fight against ghosts? ! If you have one, write it down! ]

[How long do we have to wait? How long? ! ]

The seventh writer has a completely different tone and style from those before him.

In Xia Qingming's eyes, this is the last silent roar of a desperate person.

One can imagine the despair of that era.

Of course, the current wasteland era is not that good.

[This year is 2122. Almost a hundred years later, I am the eighth person to leave a message on this book. ]

[I think fate made me meet this book, not to let us witness the despair of generations. This book that has been passed down to this day should have its meaning. ]

[Perhaps, it itself can be the embodiment of hope! ]

[I am not a scientific researcher, but I have found a piece of information that can be provided to future generations. ]

[Let me first talk about my identity. I am the secretary of a base city leader. ]

[And my leader is a ghost! ]

[Under an unexpected circumstance, I saw some information about that leader. ]

[The goal in the information is to eradicate all the flowers, plants and trees in the human world, and this goal is placed first, even above cannibalism. ]

[I don't know why these ghosts want to eradicate flowers, plants and trees. I think, maybe these things are a threat to ghosts? ]

The information left by the No. 8 writer finally made Xia Qingming's expression more serious.

After reading so much, there are finally people who are on the right track.

Secretly giving it a thumbs up, Xia Qingming then turned to page nine.

[In 2125, if I hadn't seen this book, I would have thought that the flowers, plants and trees in the world had sharply decreased due to the harsh environment. ]

[Unexpectedly, the leaders behind it were still those ghosts! ]

[Unfortunately, I don't understand any scientific research direction, so I can only provide one piece of information. ]

[High temperature can completely burn ordinary ghosts to death, and red-hot irons can also cause damage to ghosts. Using a red-hot sword, you can cut off the head of a ghost and kill it! ]

[Of course, this is limited to ordinary ghosts, and it will not work on stronger ghosts. ]

[Don't think that I, the ninth person to get the book, am just making up stories, and don't think that I just happened to know this. ]

[In fact, this book has been passed on many times. There were many "Ninth Writers" before, but because they could not provide any useful information, they did not leave any comments to mislead everyone until I, the blacksmith...]

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[Salute to the predecessors and say hello to the successors. I am the tenth writer. ]

[This year is 2150. Based on the information provided by No. 8 and No. 9, my scientific research team and I spent ten years in a simple scientific research environment to create a special weapon. ]

[This is a knife, a knife that can kill ordinary ghosts when heated to about 40 degrees! ]

[At first, our team also encountered almost insurmountable obstacles and bottlenecks. ]

[Finally, after confirming that the information from No. 8 and No. 9 was true, we buried our heads in this research direction and kept researching. ]

[Later, we discovered that the cold weapons for killing ghosts need to extract a unique essence from plants, and then form them in a high-temperature environment at one time! ]

[The specific weapon manufacturing method is placed below. ]

[Due to long-term research and food shortages, our five-member scientific research team is also seriously ill. I will not accompany you on the road ahead. ]

[I hope everyone will continue to improve the weapons for killing ghosts and go to see the dawn for us]

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