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The words on the sign changed again.

"I"

"name"

The Enderman stopped gesticulating and, imitating the ghost's previous movements, placed his hands on his knees obediently. He looked at the unpredictable words on the screen and nodded with a vague understanding.

Then he pointed to his head and mumbled the word name.

The ghost shook its head and explained to others with rare patience that it was usually others who completed the project, and it had grown a lot now. When it looked back, it could hardly see the shadow of its ignorant self.

The ghost did not feel any regret or nostalgia for this. It just felt that since it had come this far, it was only natural for it to continue moving forward.

In any aspect.

"Ghost is my name"

The Enderman seemed ignorant, repeating his name over and over again, but after painstakingly translating it in the chat group, he understood the heavy meaning behind these two short symbols.

His pronunciation began to gradually become distorted, and he changed the tone with some effort. This was too easy for other civilized creatures with normal language, but for them who were about to forget the instinct of communication, it was as difficult as a steep cliff.

"Huh, huh, red furnace."

He uttered these two words clearly and slowly, as if he had made up his mind.

"Red furnace."

It sounds strange and doesn't contain any good wishes, but it is the unique name of this Enderman.

"Red furnace, name, this is my name."

His tone began to become smoother, as if the name had awakened an instinct dormant in his genes.

Fang's ability to learn languages ​​is amazing, so much so that after just a few short conversations or even no conversation at all, he just looked at the understandable words and organized his own language. Perhaps they had it before, but lost it later.

Of course, the biggest factor is the chat group that polishes the translation.

As long as it is a lively creature with a little emotion, the chat group can translate it no matter what.

"What are you doing?"

"We?" Honglu looked at the words with obvious confusion.

The ghost nodded.

Honglu seemed to think for a long time, then shook his head, imitating the ghost's nod. "I don't know."

Why build a tower?

"I don't know." Honglu seemed to be trying really hard to rack his brains, but in the end he only got a discouraging answer, so much so that he even hung his head.

"Does Honglu have a good relationship with them?"

"Who?"

"Red Furnace's Kindred"

“…I haven’t communicated with them.”

The ghost felt that he couldn't get anything out of the other party and he had nothing to give the other party, so he stood up decisively.

"Let's go."

After all, Steve is still wandering around.

"Yeah." Honglu hesitated and wanted to ask if he could be taken along. The other party gave him a name and allowed him to communicate, which he had never had before.

He really liked this feeling. It was much more enjoyable than his previous favorite way of sitting on the ground, looking up at the sky and daydreaming.

But after hesitating again and again, Honglu still did not say anything to keep him. He just said goodbye and watched the other party disappear on the spot. He stood there in a daze for a long time, and then went to pick the purple chorus fruit as if waking up from a dream.

After a while, there were a few of his kind passing by whom he had never noticed before. He looked at them, hesitantly holding the purple chorus fruit, and stretched out his hand to them.

518 My World 6

This end of the world is so empty that even the man-made buildings don't create a sense of desolation.

Wilson had told him about the desert there, about a huge, fiery dragonfly with a bad temper, and about tumbleweeds that rolled in the wind and you never knew what might come out of them.

It's so full of life there that it doesn't seem like a desert, at least not as desolate as here.

In fact, even in their desert there are villages and cacti, and you can see corpses busy at work at night.

The tower began to get taller and taller, from the beginning where you could barely see the top by looking up to now reaching straight into the sky.

Endermen are wandering shadows.

It seems like there is no civilization here, only remnants of ruins.

Just like the ruins of the seabed.

Even while these buildings are being built.

The towers grew taller and denser, enveloping people and casting shadows from above. Combined with the unchanging black sky, it oppressed people so much that they almost felt breathless.

Steve didn't think it was that scary when he walked out of the redwood forest. He was just staring at the sweet berries that tasted a bit sour and sweet. Although they were not filling, they were very delicious as snacks.

Or there were foxes that shuttled in the light and hid in the shadows. Occasionally, they would pass by Steve with fruit in their mouths, and then run away as if their fur had exploded.

No, no, I can’t think about it anymore.

Steve shook his head violently, and his pace, which had begun to slow down, became firm again.

Beauty is such a strange thing. It makes you hesitate and strong at the same time.

But in order to maintain all this, someone has to stand up.

Just like Steve, and just like millions of villagers.

Steve's steps stopped suddenly after reaching a certain place.

Because he had a premonition that this was probably the end of his journey, the liberation of the end land.

He looked up and saw a huge altar. Steve took a quick look and then took out a telescope from his backpack.

The entire altar is made of obsidian, with some End of the World stone bricks as decorative lines. A rough estimate shows that the radius is at least 100 blocks. There are upward stairs in eight directions, but the height is not too high, barely about 20 blocks.

Through the telescope, Steve could vaguely see another familiar black color on the almost dark altar.

The object was placed in the center of the altar, surrounded by obsidian buildings that lifted it up high to protect it.

Although he had some expectations, he still couldn't wait to run over there.

Step onto the purple stairs, walk across the dark base, and head all the way to the center.

As he expected, he saw a black dragon egg that was almost integrated with the base.

According to inherent logic, this thing should be a dead object with no meaning other than being taken away with a torch as decoration.

There were no dragon heads around, so he suppressed his pounding heart and held the dragon egg in his arms, putting his ear close to it.

Then I heard nothing.

He coughed twice, and for some reason, he couldn't help looking around as if he was guilty, then he clenched his hands into a circle and put them close to the ear to listen again.

Still no sound.

"Could it be that I'm wrong?"

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

Then, with a little curiosity, he knocked on the doctor's window.

After all, Tony Stark is mainly involved in mechanics and artificial intelligence, so he would probably have to ask the doctor about something with a biological aspect.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Doctor, I have a dragon egg here, but I hear no sound coming from the egg. Is the egg dead?

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Wait, let me confirm whether this is a specialty of your world?

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Architect: Of course, what's wrong?

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: I don’t know.

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Master Architect:! Don't reject it so quickly! I haven't even mailed the item to you yet, and I haven't told you what it looks like. Don't be so sure. Let's wait and see!

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: No need to look, what is there to see in the creatures in your world?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: I'm sad. I admit that in terms of species diversity, our world is far behind yours, but every creature here is very unique.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: It is indeed quite unique, so unique that it would make any creature from other worlds scratch their heads and start thinking about life.

When he saw the other party complaining like this, Steve gave an awkward smile.

After all, basically everyone with a little scientific knowledge will be amazed by Steve's world. According to them, no matter how unreasonable other people's world is, it is always within the scope of science, but Steve's world is different.

He made almost all science and even some magical theology seem absurd.

As soon as the doctor talked about this, he couldn't help but flip through the messy documents. The rummaging made a lot of noise and it took him a while to sort them out. In fact, these things should be burned because the records on them are no longer meaningful.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: Didn't various creatures ask you for one before? Originally, they were just used to solve some food problems that Rhodes Island might encounter. After all, they only need a very small amount of resources to exchange for a large amount of meat, and there is no cost to raise them.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: I didn’t know what was wrong with me at that time. I was either too busy or crazy. My imagination was so open that I wanted to study the biological structure of your world.

When typing this, the doctor couldn't help but grit his teeth and speak along with the words on the screen.

[Chess Player] An unknown person nailed in a coffin: As a result, if they are slightly cut, they will become a piece of meat floating on the ground. Their reproduction is also unreasonable. As long as they eat enough food and stick together with a noticeable heart on their heads, a new one will appear out of thin air. Even chickens are like this.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: Tell me, what's so interesting about the creatures in your worldview? Even if I find that egg shows no signs of life, I wouldn't be surprised if it hatches into something alive.

Although the doctor had to admit that since the appearance of these strange creatures, even Xiao Ke had never been hungry again, and their supplies could be distributed at any time to anyone suffering in the war.

Steve wanted to ask a few more questions, but after he asked a few questions, there was no response from the other side. He was too embarrassed to continue harassing them, so he could only look at the egg, glance around, and then carry it away in his arms.

519 My World 7

Steve thought he heard a roar.

Unexpectedly, even a person as thick-skinned as him could grasp a trace of sadness from it.

Feeling guilty, he wanted to run back with the dragon egg and put it back, but when he got back, the altar had collapsed.

It was a bit like the building had become gradually fragile due to the weathering of the years, coupled with the cavity in the ground and the movement when he took the dragon egg, which caused the collapse.

In short, there was a big collapse in the middle.

"This unscientific."

Finally, Steve said this unprecedentedly.

He stared in amazement, as if experiencing a personality collapse, just like the scientists' understanding of his world.

After all, although the blocks in his world were gradually showing signs of instability, they still faithfully followed the laws of this world. For example, although they couldn't be placed in the sky, they could be firmly fixed in the sky after removing the supports from underneath.

This kind of thing has never changed.

Steve opened the chat group tremblingly, and felt a little relieved when he saw them chatting casually in there.

At least the chat group is still there.

But if the rules really change, the iron laws of this world will no longer be as unbreakable as they were in the past, and the buildings that the villagers have worked so hard to build will probably collapse by nearly 80%, or even more.

This was no less terrifying than anything he had feared before.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Something might be going to happen here.

He put this sentence in the group, nervously shifted his attention away from the group, walked around the pit, and observed carefully. If there was a problem, he would just pull the task bar.

There was no accumulation of collapse, and the scene in his imagination of all the floating islands suddenly losing balance and falling down did not happen.

It was quiet here, although he didn't see any Endermen when he first came here.

He originally wanted to stay there for a while longer without giving up, until the ghost appeared behind him.

Together they gazed at the newly created ruins that had a sense of history.

"Ghost, did he speak?"

Steve withdrew his gaze, stretched, and was about to yawn with his eyes closed when he remembered that ghosts don't speak. He stopped moving and shifted his gaze.