Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 2732 Another World

Li Cang was very excited.

At this moment, he felt that he had entered a new level.

He could sense that the sky was crimson, the earth was charred, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and frost.

He knew that this was the realm of God and the source of power.

Not only can he now control fire and ice, he can also summon storms and earthquakes.

Li Cang's heart was full of ambition at this time.

He wants to use the power of this world to further strengthen himself.

He could already feel that as long as he created doomsday, he would be able to gain power through destruction.

Of course, before the end of the world, the world must recover.

Recover, then destroy.

This is how power is acquired in the apocalyptic world.

"Hahaha, from today on, I am a god!"

Li Cang stood on the top of a high mountain, his body surrounded by flames and ice.

He stretched out his hands, and clouds in the sky began to gather and the ground began to shake.

He could feel his own power and could wreak havoc in this world.

He began to create storms, he began to create earthquakes.

However, he did not realize it, or rather, he was confused by the power.

He had forgotten that his actions had long been under the attention of the "Gods".

In other words, he thought he had also entered the level of a god.

But he forgot that the gap between gods is even greater than the power gap between humans and ants.

They are all called gods, some are omniscient and omnipotent, and some can even be punished by mortals...

He was just wreaking havoc, and the few mortals that were left began to suffer.

Originally, this doomsday world still had a chance to return to its original state.

After all, the human race had only 600 people at its smallest, and they survived in harsh environments by relying on their advantages in intelligence, the ability to take care of babies, and the ability to actively adapt and migrate.

And now, there are at least millions of people around the world.

It will take another few hundred years to recover.

But after Li Cang's actions, the reproductive ability of modern people is not as strong as that of primitive people.

It’s not that modern people are not smart.

But modern people are too smart.

They think too much.

Many people who can reproduce don't want to suffer the hardship of reproduction and just want to live a life of ease.

At this moment, when Li Cang was immersed in his own power, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

A dazzling light shot out from the crack and pointed directly at Li Cang.

Li Cang suddenly felt an unprecedented fear.

His power is so insignificant in front of the true power of God.

A divine voice echoed in the sky.

There was anger and warning in the voice.

"Li Cang, you have obtained divine power, but you don't use it well."

"You actually used it to destroy the world."

"Your behavior has violated the order of the righteous gods."

"You should be punished."

The voice of the gods was like thunder, shaking the whole world.

Li Cang's face turned pale and his body began to tremble.

He knew that he could no longer resist the power of the gods, and he knew that his actions had brought disaster upon himself.

The power of the gods descended from the sky.

He had no idea what the nature of the other party's power was.

He only knew that his own power was so insignificant in front of the power of the gods.

The fire and ice he controlled were completely ineffective.

It's like using seemingly solid ice to deal with hot magma.

His body began to break down, his powers began to fade.

Under the power of this god, Li Cang's body began to dissipate and his power completely disappeared.

He never expected that he would not be handsome for more than three seconds!

His eyes were filled with fear and despair.

He tried every way to resist, but found that he was just an ant's resistance and could not escape the punishment of God.

His body was reduced to ash by the power of the gods.

His soul was purified by the wrath of the gods. His power, his ambition, his dream, all vanished at this moment.

……

Zhang Meng woke up from a coma with a splitting headache and his memory was like broken glass, difficult to piece together.

He sighed. He naturally remembered Li Cang's betrayal and the conspiracy in that glass of wine.

But now, Li Cang has disappeared in the wrath of the gods.

All that was left was the wrath of the gods and the panic in the shelter.

Zhang Meng didn't want to say it, but in fact he also had some sinister thoughts.

I can't express my thoughts directly to others.

In fact, he was able to stop Li Cang.

He could have just forced himself not to drink.

But he also had a tempting thought in his heart, wanting to see how powerful God was.

I want to see if it is possible to break through God's limitations.

Of course he knew this was very immoral.

After all, it was God who gave him the chance and the power to survive.

The results are obvious.

Li Cang failed completely.

Even if he possessed the power of a world, it would be useless against that god.

Moreover, Li Cang's death was caused by his arrogance, but there is nothing wrong with being arrogant.

But he shouldn't destroy the world.

You shouldn't gain power that way.

This time, Zhang Meng gained a lot. The bottom line of the gods, the power of the gods... all benefited.

And he vaguely felt that God was not just one.

It is likely that the gods are a social form.

Just like the ancient mythology system, there are many gods.

They are a community unto themselves.

In fact, to ants, humans are gods.

It’s just that ants don’t have a clear consciousness.

In contrast, killer whales, which have smarter brains, cooperate with each other, quarrel with each other, and have a rich language and social form.

You can also use the mirror test to know that the thing inside is yourself.

Killer whales can also tell the difference between a person and a boat.

But obviously, due to their physiological structure and marine environment, killer whales are unable to learn to use tools, and thus lose the opportunity to evolve into a more advanced form.

So in their eyes, humans have always been gods.

Killer whales rarely attack humans, especially those in the wild. Obviously, they should be aware of how powerful humans are.

At this moment, Zhang Meng felt like a killer whale.

He knew how powerful the gods were, but due to the limitations of his environment and his own structure, he would never be able to evolve into a god.

But he can do a lot of circuses to gain the favor of the gods.

Just like killer whales, they are loved by people and can be rescued by friendly ships when in danger.

For example, being stranded or being entangled in a net.

This is when you can ask someone for help.

Zhang Meng slowly opened his eyes.

The light hurt his eyes.

He tried to sit up, but every muscle in his body was tense.

His memory gradually became clear, he remembered Li Cang's plan and the power of the hot core.

"Li Cang..." Zhang Meng's voice was hoarse and he sighed.

Why bother?

Isn't it good to be alive? Why do you pursue areas that you shouldn't touch?

There was helplessness and a little bit of guilt in his eyes.

The people in the shelter gathered around, their eyes filled with guilt and concern.

Naturally, they didn't know that Zhang Meng knew everything.

They hurried to tell Zhang Meng. "Li Cang has gone to the hot core. He tried to absorb the power of the core, but was destroyed by the gods."

"God just spoke."

"Yeah, that's the game administrator, who issued a game announcement." A player survivor sighed.

"That's right. No matter how powerful we are, if the administrator shuts down the service, deletes accounts, or modifies data, we are helpless."

"Li Cang is too arrogant. He thinks he can fight against God by controlling the game data and the server?" Another smart player shook his head.

His metaphor is very good.

A complex emotion also surged in Zhang Meng's heart.

But he knew that now was not the time to sigh or talk nonsense.

He had to take action.

He must find a way to appease the god's wrath and protect the sanctuary and other survivors.

"We must act now to prevent the gods from becoming angry and destroying our world."

"Yeah, we can't shut down the server."

Everyone was talking.

Zhang Meng and the people in the shelter began to look for ways to appease the wrath of the gods.

They collected all the information they could find and asked everyone who might know the answer.

The answers varied widely.

They all knew they had to find a way to appease the god's wrath or they would not survive.

In fact, Zhang Meng had a feeling that the gods would not implicate the innocent.

But he couldn't bet on this possibility.

By chance, Zhang Meng discovered an ancient scroll which recorded an ancient ritual.

It should be used to appease the anger of the gods.

He began to study the ceremony, and he thought of his previous experiences, clowns, comedy, laughter. He had an idea in mind, and he began to prepare the necessary materials.

In fact, he knew that this ancient ritual had no effect.

But at least it can make other people feel at ease and help him prepare something really useful, that's enough.

So Zhang Meng and the survivors began to prepare for the ceremony.

They collected all the necessary materials and built an altar on a high mountain.

Various offerings were placed on the altar, including food, water, and precious gems.

Zhang Meng stood in front of the altar.

There was some trepidation in his eyes, but also determination.

He began to chant the ancient mantra.

His voice is funny.

"Eat grapes without spitting out the skins..."

"123, 321, 1234567..."

"Ghosts and monsters, pretending to be nice..."

But no one else could understand him, it was as if he was talking to God.

"God, we apologize for our actions."

Zhang Meng's voice was full of sincerity and regret. "We ask for your forgiveness and ask you to calm down your anger."

Zhang Meng's prayers really worked.

The storm in the sky gradually subsided and the anger of the gods gradually subsided.

The dark clouds in the sky began to dissipate, and the sun shone on the earth again.

The temperature also dropped rapidly.

The survivors cheered.

They knew that they had successfully appeased the wrath of the gods.

They surrounded Zhang Meng, their eyes full of gratitude and respect.

However, Zhang Meng sighed.

They failed.

Although the world has become a better place.

But their player templates disappeared too.

……

"It's not fun. These people are still the same." Xiao Huan was getting annoyed.

She saw Li Cang starting to destroy the world, and she didn't want Zhao Han nagging her, so she took action to eliminate this demon and calmed the world's disaster.

Wen Rensheng smiled and said, "You still have a lot to learn, but you have made great progress."

At least I know how to take care of Xiao Zhao's feelings.

That's pretty good.

The reason why many naughty children are annoying is that they don’t know how to care about other people’s feelings and just do whatever they want.

"Then you should change to another type of doomsday world." Wen Rensheng said, and casually selected another world for Xiao Huan.

……

This is a world full of war.

It didn't look like a normal apocalypse.

On the surface, it seems full of vitality and everything is flourishing.

The economy is prosperous, the plants are green, and the sky is blue.

Only here war is no longer something that happens in some faraway place, but a part of everyone’s daily life.

This is a world dominated by four giant companies - A, B, C, and D.

They control everything, from birth to death, everyone's fate is controlled by them.

In this world, people are marked at birth, have to go to the battlefield at age 25, can retire at age 45, and then enjoy life until age 60.

This is a cruel cycle, an endless strangulation of war.

The chance of anyone living safely to the age of 45 and retiring safely is only one in five.

An eighty percent casualty rate is definitely doomsday for the soldiers.

After all, the Battle of Somu River on Blue Star did not have such a high combat loss ratio.

In fact, more people were injured than died on the spot.

In the control area of ​​Company A, a huge factory is located on the edge of a city.

This factory is not used to produce goods, but to produce soldiers.

The greatest sorrow in this world is that not only can no one decide his own birth, but also cannot decide the birth of his own children.

The powerful soldiers will extract the genes and then put them into production.

The factory's walls were covered with cold steel, and its windows were blocked by barbed wire, preventing sunlight from penetrating.

Here, new lives are quickly classified, numbered, and then sent to different training facilities.

Deep inside this factory, there is a place called the "Incubation Room".

Here, in rows of culture dishes, new life is growing slowly in nutrient solution.

They were not conceived naturally, but were carefully designed and manufactured warriors.

Their genes are optimized, their bodies are strengthened, and their minds are programmed for only one thing - war.

Training is even more like hell.

When these children reach a certain age, they are sent to a training ground.

Here, they receive rigorous training and learn how to use various weapons and how to survive on the battlefield.

Their lives are strictly controlled and their every move is monitored.

They have no childhood, no playmates, only orders and discipline.

It can be said that it is not hell, but it is comparable to hell.

On the training ground, the children rolled in the mud, there was no fear in their eyes, only determination.

They were taught to be ruthless, cruel, and to be the best weapons of war.

"The mission is everything to you!"

"Complete the mission until 45."

Their lives are shrouded in the shadow of war and their hearts are burned by the flames of war.

At the age of 25, they were sent to the battlefield.

They were assigned to different war zones, and their lives were devoured by the machine of war.

On the battlefield, they wore the same uniforms, their faces hidden by helmets.

There was no emotion in their eyes, only mission.

Their lives are bound by the rules of war and their fate is determined by the roulette wheel of war.

If their luck and skills are good enough, at the age of 45, if they survive, they are allowed to retire.

They were told that they could enjoy life and pursue their dreams, but the years of war had left a deep mark on their hearts, and their minds had been eroded by the trauma of war.

Of course they have to leave here and go to another planet.

They were told that they could become spectators on the battlefield and watch every battle.

Sigh, pity, compassion, anger...

You can vent your feelings on another planet.

But until then, they have to fight hard.

(End of this chapter)