My future is invincible?

Chapter 288 Game of Chess
A great river, its waves wide, the wind carrying the fragrance of rice blossoms to both banks.

This description is very representative of the beautiful aspirations of individuals within a river civilization.

However, what should have been a scene of a wide, flowing river has now turned into a horrific scene of a river churning with blood, and heads falling to the banks in the wind.

This is the third year of the power outage era.

Although the blueprint is the river civilization of the old century, the system developed by the dregs of the ocean civilization has an odor in the simulated river kingdom in the simulation layer. This odor directly leads the powerless country in front of us into another civil war full of pessimism and contempt.

Without the united will of the people, without the resilience that builds a nation from adversity, without unwavering loyalty until death, there would be no heroism and greatness.

All that exists is ugliness.

Dead people cannot speak.

The river civilizations of the colossal world, after their demise, fully enjoyed the pleasure of being smeared.

Of course, eldest brother, don't laugh at second brother.

Although the river civilization has faded away, the decisive move of cutting off its lifeline has also accelerated the remnants of the ocean civilization after the apocalypse. In this virtual layer of the ocean civilization, with the power outage and the complete collapse of its rule, even the upper-class lords experienced an epic disaster: everyone had a gun and everyone was equal.

At this time, communication relies on shouting.

It's easy to imagine that these troublemakers, who have regressed from the information age, would be eager to make trouble when faced with the huge increase in the cost of governance due to relying on shouting to communicate.

And this catalyzes the stirrings within.

It's a food problem.

After the power outage, the old grain faced two problems: it couldn't be transported out and it didn't know where to send it. The new grain, on the other hand, faced a sharp drop in production and an urgent need for large-scale production areas.

Both intensive farming and large-scale integrated ranching agriculture have been devastated.

For survival.

In the fourth year of the power outage, humanity, bound together by inertia, embarked on a path of expansion. Steam-powered vehicles, rifles, cannons, battleships, and wooden airplanes became the main weapons in the carnage, this time for the acquisition of arable land.

To feed the population of the information age with technology that is back to the steam age, a huge amount of arable land is needed. But the arable land in this virtual layer is limited. If you eat one more bite, I will eat one less bite, and if I eat one less bite, 100,000 people may starve to death!
So that I don't starve to death.

Then I'll have to ask you to stay away from the farmland.

As for how far away...

Just don't die in my face!
This virtual layer of thought had also imagined what a new world war would take and what would cause it to break out. But even the most eccentric thought could not have imagined that the new world war would be like World War I, and that its source would be something as simple and unpretentious as feeding its own population.

However, what was an unusually novel era of power outages for them was something someone else had already seen countless times.

"As expected."

The Holy Spirit Apocalypse, suspended 30,000 meters in the air, watched the changes in this virtual layer after the power outage and spoke in a cryptic tone.

It felt neither joy nor disappointment, just like a perfectly normal seeker who, having not found what it expected in the fun or experiment of this virtual layer, was simply used to it.

If the power is suddenly restored.

I reckon this virtual layer will crack even more.

"Ok?"

The Apocalypse, which was conducting its experiments step by step, suddenly looked up, its gaze gazing intently at the sky. Just a tenth of a second earlier, this virtual layer, which had previously only been handled by the Apocalypse, suddenly had another source of interference.

Apocalypse was initially slightly angry.

This is normal. When you're diligently conducting an experiment, and suddenly BYD alters the sex of your experimental materials, anyone would be furious. But Apocalypse's anger quickly dissipated, replaced by curiosity.

Because of the interference projected from outside the virtual layer, this world without power has been subjected to secondary interference, and the option for this interference is called Resident Evil. At least, Old Demon Blue believes that the current state of this virtual layer is quite suitable for the performance of the zombie species.

The idea of ​​a steam-age steel behemoth battling a zombie dragon sounds really exciting!

"The Apocalypse has very powerful permissions. From restricting it to breaking through it, we need a lot of time. The best way is to temporarily confuse it in one or more virtual layers, giving us time to prepare for our encirclement and restriction."

K proposed it in this way.

Lin Cheng happily accepted the task of deceiving the Holy Spirit.

The biohazard crisis in the world without power was Lin Cheng's doing. The psionic cultivators from the main world have many ingenious ideas that can broaden the horizons of the country bumpkins in the artificial god realm. For example, the combination of zombies and steampunk, which eventually gave birth to the Abomination Intelligence, will definitely broaden the horizons of the Apocalypse. And there are many more expansion packs (other virtual layers)!
This is also one of the few advantages that psionic cultivators have in megastructure worlds.

They are human beings.

A person with infinite possibilities and boundless creativity.

It is not a solidified thought process that has long since reeked of decay.

"Don't get too carried away with your modified version of Warcraft. If you create a bug, the commander might skin you alive."

Jian Ziyue, who was setting up the virtual layer trap, gave a cold reminder.

"Don't worry, this Apocalypse is a terrible chess player. He's always been playing chess by himself. Now that someone's here to play with him, he's probably overjoyed. Why would he think about anything else?"

Lin Cheng is remotely controlling the zombies in that world to play Plague Inc. The Apocalypse he is facing has already taken the bait and is wholeheartedly devoted to this game.

Perhaps they will never die.

They may not yet realize that the uninvited chess friends are actually lusting after their bodies. After all, the Holy Spirit is in the virtual layer, and apart from not being a real human, he enjoys the highest level of treatment from the central AI, even having exclusive virtual layer services like high-level VIP.

Therefore, Tianqi didn't care at all about the background of this chess player who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, or what his purpose was for him.

It was already immersed in the joy of playing the game.

Meanwhile, within a supernatural virtual layer, A, bypassing the patrolling Chromatic Ghosts, is in contact with K.

"Did you really solve L?"

"Yes."

"That's quite unexpected..." After a long silence. "...After L is rebuilt, he will bring the central AI to cause us trouble."

"By the time they find this place, we will have already truly passed away in the real world." K had already calculated the time required for L to be reborn, report immediately, mobilize immediately, and go through a series of procedures.

"But I don't think it's that simple." A adopted a worried yet beautiful posture.

"You feel?"

K was greatly surprised. They always only looked at the calculation results. When did they start looking at feelings?

"To die a heroic death, today, I think I knew I was finally going to die, the ashes burning one last time." A didn't understand what the new possibilities brought by psychic cultivators were. "K, L is not that simple, he is another you, I suspect he may have already taken the lead."

"Then let's report this to Lord Lan Yi." K was very straightforward.

When the sky falls, a tall man holds it up.

Blue Old Demon is that tall guy.

(End of this chapter)