Simulation: Starting from Under One Person

Sometimes, to ensure a successful hunt, the machine armor species will wait a long time, looking for the right opportunity.

It is very conspicuous to parade around with a bunch of mechs. For races that do not have the ability to fly, such as orcs and marines, it is better to put them aside for the time being. For races that have the ability to fly and have a wide range of range, such as winged races and dragon spirits, once they are discovered by those races, there is an 80% or higher chance of a battle.

Fang Rui refused to engage in combat, but capturing some samples along the way would be great.

If a sample is available, Tiamat can replicate it and modify it to create other versions.

Watching Fang Rui capture other races, the control center of the machine armor race said nothing, only silently recording. Although it couldn't confirm what he was planning to do, recording information was always a good idea.

While wandering around, Fang Rui used his clairvoyance, astrology, and other techniques to gather information in order to confirm the current timeline.

The current timeline confirms that Hughie and the others have already begun their plan. Considering the current personality of a certain "chicken stew with mushrooms," Fang Rui decided to go to the location of the incident to stake it out, just in case.

As Fang Rui moved, the machine armored creatures arrived at the location one after another, hiding themselves, concealing their auras, and hiding their figures.

On the surface, there is no one here, but in reality, there may be a machine gunner hiding in the nearby mountains or among the giant rocks.

"It's so lively!"

Fang Rui muttered to himself as he watched Hugh arrive and begin setting up the device.

At the same time, the control center of the Mechs began to focus on this place, and the hidden Mechs all turned their attention to Shubi.

Generally speaking, the number of mechs that break free from the control center is very small. If conditions permit, the mechs will take their injured comrades back to headquarters for repair. Therefore, mechs that break free from the control center are almost all abandoned and have no mobility. They are at least 90% scrapped, if not completely destroyed.

Therefore, the control center was surprised to see an intact machine-type creature wandering alone outside, although the surprise was feigned by the machine-type creature.

It can be imitated, but it lacks realism.

Immediately afterwards, the Skywing race descended, and the two began their battle...

"Initiate data reception. All units, protect the intelligence aircraft."

As the control center issued the order, the hidden machine armor types emerged one after another, protecting Shubi and engaging in a fierce battle with Jibril.

Both Shubi and Jibril were surprised to see the suddenly appearing machine-type robots.

Why are there so many?!

Why are the machine armored creatures here?

The fierce battle instantly devastated an area of ​​hundreds of miles. Jibril was surrounded and attacked by the machine gunners. Instead of stubbornly confronting them head-on, she used hit-and-run tactics to entangle herself with them...

"One, two... fifty... seventy..."

"There are more and more of them!"

Jibril's expression gradually turned grim. The power of the machine-type creatures increases with their number; the more numerous they are, the stronger they become. Seventy machine-type creatures are enough to handle most situations, and they can even put up a fight against a god, though they have no chance of winning.

Jibril, as a vanguard of the gods, is considered one of the stronger members of the Skywing race. Even though she is relatively young, her only weakness is her energy reserves.

"There's no chance of winning..."

She can eliminate some of the mechs, but not all of them, and the risks are too high, so there's no need to continue entangled here.

Before leaving, Jibril cast her gaze at Shubi, imprinting her image in her mind. What exactly is she, being protected so earnestly by the machine armored type?

Jibril had lost count of how many times she had dealt with the Mechs, but none of those times had resulted in the current situation: all the Mechs protecting an ordinary Mech.

"No, to be precise, she's very special..."

"Ordinary machine armor types don't 'beg for mercy'!"

"Ah! What a pity! We missed out on a precious collectible."

With that, Jibril soared into the clouds. She had no intention of telling anyone else about it; after all, how could a treasure be shared? It belonged solely to her.

However, any abnormalities involving the machine armored units must be reported. A machine protected by a machine armored unit is a matter of concern and may even influence the course of the battle.

At the same time, the data transmission was completed, and the mechs landed on the ground to process the new data and reboot.

Looking at her companions, Shubi did not linger there. After finishing her work, she left and returned to the human settlement to carry out the subsequent plan with her companions.

Half a day later, the representatives of the machine-armored race arrived, the two races formed an alliance, revised their plans, and continued their operation...

Fang Rui, on the other hand, was acting alone. He had already stored the mecha in his storage space, as he was worried that the control center might play dirty tricks and secretly spy on him.

After collecting some samples, Fang Rui hid somewhere, waiting for Rick to deliver the Star Cup to him.

While waiting, Fang Rui didn't sit idle; instead, he used a simulator to search for new world coordinates.

"So many familiar names!"

Fang Rui rubbed his cheek, a thoughtful look on his face. "Although the everyday world is very peaceful, I don't have many thoughts about peace. The extraordinary world is more interesting."

"Let's make a plan first! I'm quite interested in some of these treasures, and I happen to have some free time now, so I can use it to write down the plan..."

As he spoke, Fang Rui selected worlds, recalled what treasures each world contained, formulated corresponding plans, and offered matching rewards.

After all, as a good person, he could take the treasure without a care in the world if it was unclaimed, but if it belonged to someone, of course he should offer a reward.

While he was writing the plan, Rick's plan was progressing smoothly, especially with Hughby by his side; his energy and spirit were even better than the person in the original timeline.

As the critical moment arrived, a chaotic battle ensued among several races. Gods descended, and an unparalleled energy sphere, like a second sun, hovered in mid-air, scorching the barren land.

In the next instant, all the energy shifted, and Rick swung his weapon, piercing the earth's crust and summoning the Star Grail.

"……Why!!!"

As his body slowly fell, Rick roared, unable to touch the Star Cup no matter how he reached out. Anger, regret and other emotions surged within him.

"Because only gods can touch the Star Cup, you cannot touch it."

Before a certain lucky deity appeared, Fang Rui suddenly appeared and held up the Holy Grail.

He himself possesses a divine status, although it comes from another world. However, his level of life and energy allows him to encounter the Star Grail, and he is also qualified to lift the Holy Grail.

Rick's fall came to a halt, and the figure of Tet, the God of Games, gradually solidified from its transparent state, gaining physical form...

"You are..." Rick's expression was puzzled, while his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

The idea of ​​a strange god holding the Holy Grail is not a good thing for him or his companions.

“My name is Fang Rui. I have a deal with the machine armor species, so I am considered your comrade.”

"Tell me! What kind of world do you want? I can make it happen for you."

Playing with the star cup, its dazzling light wasn't particularly eye-catching in the equally radiant space.

"What kind of world?" Rick's broken body began to repair itself, a mixture of comfort and pain, and his expression was very strange.

"How about we create a game world?" Tet suddenly asked, seeking Rick's opinion.

Upon hearing this, Rick turned his head and, the instant he saw Tet, he already guessed the other's identity. "So you really do exist!"

“Yes, I really exist.” Tetto instantly understood Rick’s meaning and responded with a smile.

Receiving a satisfactory answer, Rick smiled and then addressed the previous question, "The world of games should be peaceful... right?"

As he spoke, Rick cast a questioning glance at Fang Rui, who replied, "Not necessarily. There are fighting games in the game, and it's possible to fight using the game's rules."

"However, the conduct of a game requires the consent of both parties, and not all races will agree to it."

Upon hearing this, Rick fell into deep thought.

"How about binding it with rules?" Tett didn't give up and tried to fix the problem.

"Yes, we can also build combat spaces to allow creatures that use combat as a gameplay mode to be teleported into the space to fight, thus avoiding damage to the land."

Rick asked, "Can the rules be supplemented later?"

"Of course I can. As the only god, I can modify the world at will."

Fang Rui gave an affirmative answer, after all, Tetu did not have as many rules as later generations when he first set them, which shows that rules can be supplemented.

"In that case, let's make games the theme of the world!"

Rick said that, unlike Tetto, Rick did not let the game decide everything, and the more important the bet, the more stringent the requirements.

After all, his goal is a peaceful world, but conflict is unavoidable.

"Let's design it! I think adding dungeons would be really fun."

Fang Rui made the suggestion.

“I suggest you fix the world first,” Tettu advised.

"Right."

As he spoke, Fang Rui activated the Star Cup, and the world was instantly restored. Flowers bloomed and willows grew green, and lush vegetation created a dreamlike landscape.

"Wow... amazing!" Rick exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, that’s really impressive,” Tetto agreed.

"Come on, let's continue our discussion."

Fang Rui waved his hand a few times, beckoning the two over. "There's no need to worry about those races continuing to fight. Everyone is bound by my power, even the gods are no exception."

Gods and gods who have obtained the Star Cup are on completely different levels of life.

"Outrageous!" they thought to themselves, before continuing to share their thoughts.

Fang Rui adopted some of his ideas, while others were rejected.

Fang Rui thought Tetu's idea of ​​a world where everything is determined by the game was somewhat biased. There was more than one remaining god, and the game alone wouldn't be good for the other gods.

Moreover, other deities have the potential to be revived, as their divine essence remains in the world. If the conditions are met, these deities can be revived or reborn.

Different gods control different rules, and most of the sixteen races today were created by gods.

Therefore, these gods can be considered tech geeks in another sense.

As Fang Rui guided them, the world became increasingly complex. Transparent chess pieces, as large as mountains, stood everywhere. Directly beneath each piece was a dungeon, the interior of each piece was a battle space, and the top of each piece was a challenge trial...

Through trials, one can challenge the gods.

In addition, the rules Fang Rui formulated were somewhat similar to the original alliance, but with a few more provisions. Furthermore, there were two methods for fighting between nations.

One approach involves the agreement of all rulers, while the other involves forcibly challenging the existing trials in each country.

The world's alteration is complete. Fang Rui leaves behind a cloak of a supervisor, created using the Star Grail and his own power, capable of wielding a portion of the Star Grail's power.

He returned to Karakura Town and sought out Kisuke Urahara to inquire about the progress of the matter.

"Rukia has been captured and taken to Seireitei to await trial. I am currently training Ichigo Kurosaki and his companions."

Kisuke Urahara answered, then immediately asked, "Are you training them with me, or...?"