infinite creative mode

We know that surfing the Internet every day, surfing station B, and watching sand sculpture videos are very happy, but we don't know the meaning of doing so.

We know that we go to school every day, read books, and prepare papers for college entrance examinations, but we don't know the meaning of tossing ourselves like this.

We often ask ourselves what is the point of learning mathematics?It would be nice to be able to count money.

I also often ask myself, so why rush to work?It would be nice if he survived.

But in fact, everything has value and meaning, and "value" comes first and then "meaning".

A thing that is only meaningful to itself has no value, because the "value" is at least two or more individuals, one is the "value" as a reference object, and the other is the "value" that is observing the value.If something loses its value, it naturally loses its meaning.

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A novel, or any kind of cultural carrier.

It should not only have value and can be sold for money, but also have meaning, which is the meaning that others think is valid.A good cultural product should allow people to see common problems on the road to success, and may provide possible solutions to clear obstacles.

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I have always felt that the meaning of Shuangwen should not be just "cool", and the meaning of light novels should not be just the simple accumulation and patchwork of labels such as Harem, Butcher, Lily, Tsundere and so on.

It's just that many web writers now think that it is worth writing if it is refreshing.But a book written just for its worth will end up being the least valuable book.

Because the meaning of only value is the most unreliable meaning.

The tide of capital can drive up the value for a while, but when the tide of capital ebbs, it will reveal its true colors. After all, you can't guarantee that you will always be the most favored object of capital.

When I wrote this sentence, I immediately thought of many phenomena in the current ACG industry, but some words can’t change anything, so let’s put it away.

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Looking back on the past year or so now, I really failed many people.

But I also have to thank many people, at least there are more than 1000 people waiting for me.

Hope I won't disappoint you this time.

Anyway, I'm back.

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ps: Hedgehog cat’s cheating system makes it impossible for me to create a new public chapter. I can only say sorry to the readers who entered by mistake...

Chapter 550 The Burning City [[-]]

At this time Steve is building his energy-harvesting factory.

Although Kishua didn't know how this so-called factory worked, since he was self-sufficient, he didn't need to ask too much.Great people have their own behavioral logic - when they are concentrating on their own affairs, they don't want others to disturb them.I am not ashamed to say that as a powerful person, Kishua knows this very well.Taking himself into consideration, he didn't bother to bother Steve, and the current situation didn't need Steve to come forward for the time being.

Because of the absence of the Sun, the passage of time in the First Level always seems imperceptible.

If you really want to calculate, you can only say that it is now 23 hours and 39 minutes to arrive here, which is still 21 minutes to a full day.To be able to turn this place upside down in one day, to be honest, even Kishua didn't expect it when he came.

Kishua closed the pocket watch and looked out the window.

The hiding place they chose was an abandoned residential building [-] kilometers north of Central Park.The reason why I chose this place is because the NPC may also be an enemy in the future.So in this case, it is better to avoid even NPCs.

Standing on the 24th floor of a residential building and looking down, because this is the old city, there are only a few NPCs in civilian clothes walking below. In this world of eternal night, I don't even notice that anyone above is watching me.

Then, the young man looked into the distance.

From this height, one can clearly see the thick smoke floating between the buildings, especially near the lava area. The dark smoke cloud is tinged with dark red, as if some terrible monster is being bred there.

Staring in that direction for a few seconds, Kishua recalled the phrase "You don't understand life" that Steve said to himself before, but in fact, he was still a little concerned about what that meant.But now I didn't pursue it at that time, and it's a bit inexplicable to ask now.This thought circled around his mind for a few times, but he still forcibly suppressed it: Now is not the time to think about such things...

After tidying up his mood, Kishua took out a red gemstone.

The gemstone shone slightly between his index finger and middle finger, and when the light gathered, a beam of projection appeared. The projection showed a city, and this city was exactly the same as the first level where Steve and the others were now. Sand table model.

And this projected sand table model is very magical, even the gap that Steve cut can be shown.

"What are you?" Suddenly, Steve appeared out of nowhere.

Kishua didn't even look up at him, and asked directly, "You're done with your work so soon?"

"If you don't need to build it, it will be very fast. In fact, it's safer for us to dig a basement..." Steve seems to be thinking about digging another secret base.

"We don't need that kind of thing," Kishua directly dismissed his thoughts, "Maybe we will leave the first level sometime, why waste that time and energy."

"Okay." Steve shrugged, the kind of casually built mini castle is fine, it is really unpleasant to throw away a carefully arranged secret base soon, and this is the main reason why he accepts the other party's idea. "I just have to wait for the time. Compared with this, what is your thing? It's quite fun."

While saying this, Steve squatted down in front of the sand table projection. He touched the projection sand table curiously, but of course he didn't touch anything.

"This is the research result left by one of my students more than 200 years ago. It is called [Sedfell Void City]. At that time, his idea was to put a miniature city in a gem and protect people when needed , may save a lot of people when necessary. I have to admit that this is a very creative idea, but his own ability is limited, and in the end he can only achieve this level of "collecting surrounding geographic information". Later, many The works of mortals can also do this, it can only be said to be a kind of magic that is not magic!"

"Oh, so why don't you keep helping him?" Steve asked casually.

"Because it's not necessary," Marshal Mo Dao replied nonchalantly, "I have nothing to save."

"That's right, they're all dead anyway." Steve nodded in a sudden realization.

It's just that when he said that, Kishua couldn't help but glanced at him, and at this moment, Steve happened to be looking at him too. After the two of them made eye contact, Steve was slightly startled: "Why? Did I say something wrong? "

"No, you are right." Marshal Mo Dao did not refute, but directly bypassed the topic, "Compared to this, I have a piece of bad news to tell you."

"Bad news?" Steve stood up, "The other party still has a backup?"

"No," Kishua shook his head, "It's not the opponent's backhand, but something I didn't think of at first."

"You said it!"

"The big crack you opened is shrinking. The world created by Mooncell will repair itself." Kishua said solemnly.

"..." Steve dragged his chin and thought for ten seconds after hearing this, "Sorry, I didn't realize what kind of bad news this is."

The young man shook his head: "Don't you understand? In theory, NPCs are also part of this world, which means that their existence will also be repaired."

"Uh..." Steve couldn't help being stunned by this explanation.

"Maybe the NPCs you eliminated yesterday will be revived, as well as the weapons that bombed us." Kishua said calmly.

"Damn it," Steve scratched the back of his head, "then we have to hide and hide like this until we finish the opponent in the first battle? Well, I regret that I didn't finish the opponent then."

"Well," facing Steve with an annoyed expression, Kishua did not take this opportunity to say anything to him, but continued his explanation: "So now we must act cautiously."

"Ah!" Steve tilted his head, as if he suddenly thought of something, "If you say that, maybe it's not just us who are unlucky."

"how do I say this?"

"That's what I think," Steve folded his hands and lowered his head to organize his words, "According to what you said before, if the NPCs themselves have a common idea, then when they realize that they can be infinitely repaired by this world At that time, then according to their current common thinking, they should attack all masters and servants! Being able to be repaired by the world is equivalent to having no price."

Kishua was silent for a while by Steve's statement, but he retorted: "I can understand that they hate and hate us people, but it doesn't make sense for them to do so! At least they are still willing to accept employment, which is invalid."

"Maybe!" the cube man shrugged, "but if it were me, I would definitely do it."

Steve's completely subjective statement lacks logical convincingness to Kishua, but for some reason, I have a feeling that he will be misunderstood by him...

Thinking of this, Marshal Mo Dao suddenly felt a lump in his chest, and couldn't help coughing a few times.

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ps: It’s okay if I make up the previous ones, you guys are devils!

To be honest, codewords also have some inertia, and it is a bit unrealistic to think about the amount of updates.

But I'll do my best.

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ps2: IG is awesome! ! !

Chapter 551 The Burning City [[-]]

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The flames spewed out by the automatic rifles that fired at them showed the figures of several heavily armed soldiers. They were not afraid that the projectiles that bounced back might hurt themselves, and they were shooting crazily in the narrow corridor.

The subject of their shooting was a young man in a red suit.

The young man dexterously moved between the stairs and the handrails, avoiding the bullets that ordinary people can't see and can only dodge by luck.After dodging the opponent's shooting, the young man threw out a few pieces of shiny metal with his backhand.

The flying object whose trajectory could not be seen clearly only emitted a bright light once in the dark, and shot into the throat of the pursuer in the next second.Several soldiers fell to the ground one after another, obviously dying.

But for young people, this does not mean that they are safe.

Because the gunshots called out more enemies, he could clearly hear at least a hundred people running towards this direction. The noise they made from their running was surprisingly loud in this quiet corridor, which made people feel a little panic and panic. bored.

The young man rubbed the space between his eyebrows with his fingertips, but he didn't panic.

He glanced at the location of the narrow corridor slowly, stretched out his slender fingers to touch the wall.The pale golden light quickly disappeared after forming a pattern on the wall.After doing all this, he brushed off the dust on his sleeves, and quickly fled downstairs.

When he came out from the safety exit on the first floor, he heard gunshots and screams from above.

He ignored the voice behind him, and quickly left here without stopping.

However, even though he left quickly, when he walked out of the corner of the second building, he suddenly heard a voice from above: "I found one here!"

Simultaneously with the sound came successive gunshots.

There is absolutely no place for the young man to hide from. If he was an ordinary person, he would probably be shot and killed on the spot.

But before that, the young man seemed to have anticipated this situation, and suddenly opened a diamond-shaped shield on his body without any warning.When the bullet hit the shield, it was like a bullock cart that had entered a quagmire. It got stuck all of a sudden, and then was locked on the golden crystal shield.

But the hunting soldiers didn't stop shooting because of this situation. They poured bullets on the shield continuously, as if they wanted to completely fill the shield with bullets.

After the emerald green eyes unique to white people swept over the dozens of soldiers who were shooting at him, the corners of the young man's eyes showed a little sharpness.He stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers with a white glove, which wasn't too loud.

The shield exploded.

The bullets that exploded with the exploding shield killed all the soldiers who shot at him in an instant.In addition, the surrounding walls are all full of bullet holes, and the bullets that hit the wall did not even bounce off, but turned into metal pieces that melted and stuck to the wall.It can be seen that the propulsion force generated by the shield explosion is much greater than the thrust generated by the gun powder.

After dealing with these people, the young man took out the silk scarf from his breast pocket and wiped his slightly sweaty forehead.

However, before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt as if his chest was holding his breath and it was difficult to breathe.

...this is a warning sign.

This is one of his special abilities, the result of numerous reconstructive surgeries as a child.It has allowed itself to avoid many assassinations, and whenever its life is about to be in danger, this intuition will be activated instinctively.So, the young man subconsciously took half a step back.

At this moment, a projectile cut off a bunch of bangs on his blond short hair, and then exploded on the asphalt road more than ten meters away.

Sniper.

Young people are very familiar with this type of assassination.Because he was born in a high position, dealing with this kind of person is simply commonplace.

The shot just now hit the road ten meters away, which means that the opponent should be aiming here from a tall building 1000 meters away.It takes at least seven seconds to prepare for the use of your own shield, and even if the opponent is distracted because the shot that must be hit is missed, plus the time for the bullet to fly, there is only three seconds at most for yourself.

So, he could only roll towards the corner of the wall that he just walked out of regardless of his image, hoping that the opponent would not be as accurate as predicted in the second shot under such a long-distance and difficult shooting situation.

It was a gamble of fate.

But the strange thing is that when he rushed to the cover in disgrace, he didn't hear the gunshot, that is to say, the sniper didn't fire a second shot.

...Did the other party give up just like that?

"My lord, I'm sorry to surprise you."

Just when he was thinking this way, a gentle and refined voice sounded in his ear.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief because of the arrival of the owner of the voice. He knew that the sniper should have been dealt with, and there would be no danger anymore, so he dusted off the dust on his body and got up from the ground: " Gawain, you're back."

"Yes," the voice landed, and the blond knight in silver-white armor appeared in front of the young man kneeling on one knee, "The investigation on the battle in Central Park has been completed, please forgive me for wasting so much money." long time."

The young man just shook his head, expressing that it didn't matter, and then asked directly: "So have you found the source of that treasure attack?"

Knight Gawain nodded: "The attack was indeed sent by [Sword of Oath of Victory], but I... think that the user may not be the king of the past."

"Not King Arthur?" The young man narrowed his eyes slightly and made an unbelievable voice.

"Well, at least I don't think so," the Silver Knight paused for a while, "I'm sure that even in his heyday, my uncle might not have used the power of the sword to such an extent. And..."

"and?"

"And I don't think he will be such a person even if he becomes a heroic spirit."

It was rare for his own knight to make such a subjective guess. The young man did not speak, but just played with the lock of hair that had been cut off by the bullet. After a short thought, he nodded: "I believe your Judging, at least it is certain that there is a very strong opponent for the time being. But compared to this, do you have any clues about these NPCs suddenly attacking the participants?"

"They are not crazy, they are spontaneous." Gawain said with certainty, "I just tortured an NPC, and I can be sure that they attacked us entirely out of their own intentions, and there is no possibility of external control inside. "

"...how could this be?" The young man dragged his right wrist with his left hand, and his right hand was clenched into a fist against his lips. He frowned slightly, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't understand it, and then asked again: "Then you Find out why they attacked Central Park?"

"About this, it is basically certain to intervene in the battle between the masters."

The knight stood up and took out a dead crow from his waist, but the crow was obviously a familiar.He lifted the crow's belly up, exposing a wound, and picked out the broken steel balls from it.After the steel balls were dug out, they were quickly decomposed.The purple light when disassembled is obviously a product of magic power, that is to say, it is a crow killed by a heroic spirit.