Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 517 Creator Code C1
"If the soul fire of your white skulls does have the function of memory storage, you can probably still recall the tragic fact that I lost a billion in the Wandering Tournament. This world is too cold, and interests have become an open heart Everyone’s heart is full of dignity or vanity piled up with gold coins, this world needs a warm-hearted person to help those in need, this world needs a beautiful change.”

Shining tied the delusion to the side spurs of the spine wheel, and the ropes of flesh and blood tentacles tore the eloquent Mr. delusion into big characters.

"What is he saying?"

"He said that the reward for entrusting is not one billion, but the difficulty of entrusting is worth one billion."

"He said that Mr. Epidemic Doctor is like a foolish and warm-hearted idiot, and he would definitely be willing to help with white jobs."

"As expected of a literary club."

The three of them quickly defined Mr. Paranoia as an even worse existence, a mixture of Lich's inertial thinking and the reputation of the literary club.

Mr. Paranoia's neck has already been wrapped around a tentacles with fleshy thorns on the surface, which makes his virtual projection look flickering, and it may be oppressing a certain conductive wire.

"The world is so cold, you have over-interpreted my meaning and slandered me sinfully, but I forgive you tolerantly, because Mr. Epidemic Doctor and I are very good friends."

"He's playing the emotional card."

"That's right, he's playing the emotional card."

"Playing emotional cards with liches, Mr. Delusion is very good at delusion."

But Lyall is a human being, and Mr. Delusional knows it.If you read too much into it, the delusion is threatening Lyle at this very moment, but it's unlikely.Although the three members of the literature club have poor conduct and their moral quality is at the same level as the garbage-eating crystal worms, they are still good to their friends.This was the first time he had asked for help in the months since he had known Lyle, and he probably wasn't the type to ask friends for help, unless he was really in trouble that needed to be dealt with urgently.Or another goddamn prank, and if it were, Lyle would need to be a part of it to gauge what level of retaliation would be bestowed.

Inside the metal box that opened like a scallop, the emoji was smiling at Lyall.

Putting down the corrosive strong acid prepared in his hands, Lyle spread his hands, and the squirming shadow swallowed up the remaining bit of dangerous medicine on the gloves.Lyle walked in front of Paranoid, and the lens reflected Mr. Paranoid's futuristic metal skeleton.

"Then what is my reward, Mr. Delusional, is my reward worth a billion?"

"Ahem..." Maybe those living restraints secreted corrosive mucus that interfered with the body, or "billion" really became a trigger switch for delusions. Mr. Delusion looked quite embarrassed after Lyle's straightforward answer.

"To be honest, what I can give you is definitely not worth a billion. Those things are at most a piece of useless garbage to other people. Every era will produce corresponding knowledge and technology, and advanced materials will always be discarded. Bound by time. However, the evil god is above everything, even time, isn't it?"

The faint blue light and shadow turned into an inspiring orange red.

"Think about it, knowledge that doesn't belong to this era, if you incorporate it into your spiritual seance, what level will your future improve. Those things may be priceless to you."

Lyle nodded.

"So, the value of that so-called knowledge to me is not a definite number. It may or may not be useful. Everything is your guess, Mr. Delusional. Just like Schrödinger's cat, before I got that information, you already put The box was handed over to me. Make a deal with uncertain information, it really belongs to you."

The provocative light and shadow stopped, and those deep eyes were facing Lyle's mask.

"Schrödinger's cat? Mr. Plague Doctor, my confidence in you has increased a lot." The halo on Paranoid's head was turned off, and only a simple, unmodified voice came out of the sounder.

"I'm sorry, Lyle. I need your help, but it's hard for me to guarantee that my reward is valuable to you. In fact, if you agree to this commission, you must complete it. There is no room for mistakes, because failure The price is terrible. I can only say that you are the most suitable candidate."

"It's a gamble, an unfair gamble on you."

"...what is my reward?"

"Broken creator core code C1, a complete set of biological editing instructions. It will calculate and create life forms based on stored knowledge, ensuring the unique accuracy of the individual creation, and the error and omission error is controlled below 0.13%. The creation module can create a unique group, and the evolution module It can control the direction of group promotion. A cell, a nerve, and a spine can be perfectly edited."

"If you can use it, Lyle, the difficulties you are facing now should be solved. Don't talk about creating the physical body of an existing race, you can even create a new race."

"Like a creator."

"..." The shocking remuneration made Lyle lose his mind. After thinking for a while, the three of the Necromancer Handicraft Club handed over the decision to Lyle, but they obviously didn't believe the statements made up of those terms. The better the lie, the closer it was reality.

"You're joking, aren't you? Mr. Delusional. You tell me that there is really a Creator behind you, the Mechanic God?"

"Lyle, isn't there an evil god who weaves life out of flesh and blood standing behind you? No one stipulates that there can only be one creator in the world, right? I thought you would be more receptive to the God of Mechanics. "

"Then why haven't I seen the achievements of this Creator? If He really has the ability to create...then why is there no work of His..." Lyle's voice gradually narrowed, and his eyes focused on Mr. Paranoia's body.

"Mr. Paranoia, what are you..."

"Mechanical lich, transfer the consciousness of the dead to a metal puppet full of electric current and oil, I think this can be called a lich." Electric sparks flickered on those tentacle joints, and after two seconds, bound The delusional tentacles of flesh had turned into lumps of carbon.

The metal box was reopened, Mr. Paranoia moved his limbs, and blinked his eyes playfully twice.

"If you still have any questions, Lyle, I would like to extend my sincere invitation again. You are welcome to come to Mechanicus Cult as a guest. My entrustment and your doubts can be answered there."

Mr. Delusion, who is full of metal, bows and stretches out his hands, and his movements are as light as a bird.

The nimble body movements are enough to put any self-proclaimed mechanical body to shame.

"Sorry, Mr. Paranoia..."

The retracted arm was quickly grasped, and a crow-like giggle came out from under the beak mask.

"We accept your commission."

Lyle smiled under the mask, his black pupils were like deep abysses.

(End of this chapter)