Creating a Sandbox World Chapter 238: Letterhead after 800 years
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This is not impossible!
Lin Tuo instantly realized the seriousness of this matter. The best case is that the other party has not noticed the existence of earth civilization and many sandboxes.
This can delay for a while.
The worst case is that the other party is coming here, but it has not arrived yet because of the distance. The transition to the spiritual world is only a time saving, but it does not mean that it is completely useless.
"Then the choice before me is clear."
"If the other party hasn't found out yet, then according to the information I know, as long as I find a way to ‘stay’ the development of the earth and several sandbox worlds, and keep it in a nearly unchanging state.
You can minimize the ‘ripple’...thus reducing the chance of being discovered. "
"But this also means that I will completely abandon development and can no longer open up any sandboxes."
"If this strategy is successful, it may prevent me from being discovered for a long time."
"The premise is that the other party is really ignorant of the earth's civilization! And will not find the solar system for a long time, otherwise it will be equivalent to giving up resistance and waiting to die!"
Lin Tuo's eyes flashed:
"And if the other party has found out and is on the way over, then I also have two options."
"First, continue to develop regardless of disregard.
I want to maximize my power before they arrive.
In this way, no matter what the empire’s attitude is, whether it is kind or malicious, my bargaining chip will be higher. "
"However, the negative effect of this choice is to increase the risk of exposure.
According to the rules of the forward and backward ripples, once the development continues, more ether will flow into the solar system, which is equivalent to reducing the time of arrival for those rushing here. "
"Second, take the initiative to demote civilization!
Through wars, famines, illnesses, and even direct attacks, the civilization of the earth and several sandboxes keeps going backwards. In this way, the ether will flow back to the spiritual realm and produce outward ripples... the same can be delayed The time the empires arrived. "
"The cost is obvious. This is more radical than staying still. It will greatly weaken the power in my hands, and the process is irreversible..."
Thinking of this, Lin Tuo's mouth appeared bitter.
This is what he realized, the game he entered.
"When I started to create the first sandbox, I was already increasing the probability of exposure, and if I stopped moving forward, once the opponent arrived, it would become the fish on the chopping board!"
How to choose?
Lin Tuo knows that today's choice will be related to his next series of actions. To use a lofty word, he must formulate a strategy.
Then walked steadfastly.
In meditation, he was the first to eliminate the option of "civilization retreat". Compared with the other two, this choice seriously violated his principle of life.
The most effective way to achieve civilization regress is to use the sand table to carry out dimensional destruction, killing, spreading illness, creating war, famine... and these are unacceptable for him.
Furthermore, this is tantamount to abolishing martial arts. Once this is done, the countercurrent ether will also expand the "ripples", which will also attract the empires. The only benefit is that it hinders their transition... Which way is good?
The rest is to choose between "civilization stagnation" and continued development.
Frankly speaking, it's not a good choice.
If it was in the past, he would not hesitate, but after knowing the situation in the spiritual world, he would instead be restrained.
After thinking for a long time, Lin Tuo finally chose the second one:
Continue to develop!
"Blindly thinking about hiding, hoping that the other party did not find me, this kind of thinking will only bring destruction!"
"Although development may make the opponent arrive early, at least there is a chance to give it a try, but once it stagnates, all you can rely on is luck!"
Another important factor that prompted him to make this decision was what he saw when the derivation sand table was upgraded, and the record left by a master on the sand table.
He still remembered that the man’s words revealed a clear tendency, that is, only developed civilizations have the opportunity to fight the empire.
"Development, only development is the last word!"
"Not only need to develop, but also to be more radical, and fight for time with the other party!"
Lin Tuo repeated it in his heart over and over again, his eyes firmed, and he looked at the praying candle that was puffing in the dust.
Development is just a slogan, after all, it must be implemented in action.
Nowadays, several sandboxes have entered a stable period, and the accumulated ether distance opens a big sandbox, it is still a little worse.
In addition, the era of warriors on earth has just begun, and there will be no rapid development in a short time.
In contrast, "repairing prayer candles" is a very tempting idea.
"If it can be repaired... it doesn't even need to be completely restored. As long as part of the ability can be restored, it will be a great help to me."
He didn't forget the horror of this item.
But he observed for a long time, but he didn't see anything famous... Obviously, it is impossible to rely on himself. The only possibility is the research team of the Southern Continent and the Lunar Sea Continent.
The former has a large number of mage scholars and research conditions, while the latter has developed an alchemy civilization with professional counterparts.
After thinking about it, Lin Tuolie decided to hand over the restoration work to the Yue people.
"It just happens to be able to detect the current alchemy level of the people of the next month..."
Thinking of this, Lin Tuo couldn't sit still anymore. When he took out a piece of paper even using his mind, the ink bottle was automatically unscrewed, and the quill began to outline on the paper...
Hathaway next to her was stunned.
In her perspective, it was Lin Tuo sitting in a chair waiting for the broken candlestick to froze, and then his expression was sad for a while and fierce, as if he had changed his face... and ignored her.
Then suddenly began to write and draw...it's too weird, okay?
The point is that she was a little curious, and didn't know what Lin Tuo was writing... Thinking about it, she flew over and cast her gaze on the quill that was quickly and automatically outlined.
As a result, Bie Lin Tuo slapped back, threw the crystal ball out the window, and said:
"Hua Xi, look at her."
"Hao Le!" A corrective shadow sprang out from the next door, and then, I heard Hathaway's surprised voice:
"Ah? It has only been a few days since I have seen you, why have you changed so much...you have breasts?"
"...shut up!"
"Papa." Controlling the window to close automatically, Lin Tuo shook his head and ignored it. He quickly finished writing the letter, folded it into a thousand paper cranes, and immediately made him grasp the "prayer candle."
And "fly" it into the courtyard again, and then throw the two into the No. 4 sandbox by switching the sand table, the king city in the center of the Moon Sea Continent.
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Lunar Sea Continent.
For a long-lived race, the passage of time is always quick.
Many years have passed since Lin Tuo left, and many new things have appeared, but the overall social pattern has not changed much.
The royal court still lives under the moon tree. The ruler of many tribes, and the leader of the moon clan named the great patriarch, who is actually similar to the emperor, has been replaced by a new generation.
The royal court of the Moon Clan, the alchemy workshop on the edge of the city has expanded many times compared to the previous year, and it has also become more lively.
Whether it is day or night, there are caravans from various tribes coming in and out, transporting the alchemical products made in the workshops to the entire continent.
In the workshop, in a quiet courtyard, it was another winter, and there was a blizzard last night. At this moment, there are two immature children of the Moon race wearing cotton-padded clothes, scarfs and gloves playing on the snow , Yelling constantly.
"Swish—" Suddenly, a taller one threw a snowball exactly on the eye socket of the short man. The latter wailed, tears falling down, and then he squeezed his mouth and cried suddenly Shouting and running towards the house on the side of the courtyard.
Bumped open the door and cried at the man at the table who was reading the workshop documents:
"Father! Big brother, he hit me again!"
The elder brother who followed closely stood at the door with a snowball in his hand, angrily said:
"You are suing again! It is said that you are not allowed to complain if you lose the snowball fight!"
The man sitting at the table looked helpless, helped off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, raised his hand with a wry smile, and the shorter boy ran over.
The man looked at his slightly reddish eye sockets, first scolded his brother, then looked at his red-eyed brother, rubbed it, and said:
"The boy can't cry at every turn, knows he? If he loses, he will fight back."
"But I can't beat it." The shorter boy said helplessly, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Why don't you install a prosthetic leg for me, just like my mother.
With jet flying ability, it feels so cool.
If I had that kind, I would definitely win, but if I couldn’t, I could run. "
"I want too! I want too! But I want a glove style, just click in secret, the fist can fly out!"
Qingkong's expression became more and more helpless, and immediately smiled:
"Want, yes, as long as your mother agrees, I will let the workshop make a separate set for you two."
Hearing this, the two young boys became frustrated:
"We said several times, but my mother didn't agree with it."
"Then I can't help it." Qingkong smiled and spread out his hands, then sent the two children to the yard.
I stretched my waist and pressed the alchemy watch on my wrist. The alchemy heating device installed in the room buzzed slightly, the window in front of him opened, and a cold air crashed into the stuffy room.
Immediately, Qingkong, who has grown up with his father, took a look at the date on the watch dial by the way, and silently calculated it, and found that there were two days left for the teacher's "Shanhai" 800-year memorial day.
"Unconsciously, it has been 800 years."
Thinking of this, Qingkong, wearing a luxurious robe, stood by the window with his hands in his hands, looking at the white snow and the shining moon tree outside, raising his eyes, and looking at the blue planet above his head countless times.
Some "old" memories appeared in my mind. I wonder if the teacher is well on that blue star over the past 800 years.
Is there any chance to meet in this life?
Thinking about it, Qingkong couldn't help feeling a little lost, and even seemed to have some hallucinations.
He seemed to see a stream of light flying down from that planet, passing through the branches of the moon tree, hovering lightly over the royal court, and then flying towards him...
It turned out to be a thousand paper cranes, flapping its wings constantly, while two "claws" were struggling to hold a simple candlestick.
So real, as if it really exists.
Immediately, with a muffled sound of "boom", Qingkong was in a daze, and suddenly a spirit woke up!
Looking at the crooked candlestick flying in from the window, and the falling paper, subconsciously reached out to catch it.
Then looked at the letterhead on the paper~IndoMTL.com~ eyes gradually widened.
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After a while, the two young children who were facing each other in the courtyard suddenly saw the door slammed open, and their father dashed out, without even saying hello, and went out of the courtyard.
Then stepped on the aircraft parked outside, and then lifted into the air with the buzzing sound, and flew in the direction of the Alchemy Association. After a while, it disappeared.
Only two young children were left staring at the sky.
After a while, my brother sniffed and said:
"Brother, did you say that my father asked my mother to help us intercede?"
My brother rolled his eyes, a snowball smashed in, and said with disgust: "You fool!"
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