Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1455 regain freedom
After repeatedly comparing the chocolate cake card with the chocolate cake on the back seat of the car, Lin Sanjiu felt that her chest was getting hotter and hotter, and something was bulging, making her palms itch and sweat.If this method of hers is really feasible, then her... wouldn't her ability enter the ranks of creators?
The logic of the solution is very clear, no matter what she thinks, she thinks there is no problem with this logic.

A cake drawn on a card, plus a text description, just appeared in this place out of nowhere - regardless of why it appeared here - which is equivalent to saying that with only pictures and descriptions, she has grown from nothing. Somehow created a "chocolate cake".

A part of matter is created, that is, some energy is created; then as long as the woman in the arsenal tells her the appearance and description of the item, won't she be able to copy the same equipment?

In order to allow himself to get this piece of equipment, Lin Sanjiu specially told the artist to use a piece of ground under the pole next to it as the background; in this way, when something appears, it will appear on this fixed background up.Afterwards, she repeatedly and carefully asked the woman seven or eight times, until she felt that what the artist had drawn based on the description was almost indistinguishable, and then she asked her life mentor to write a text description for her—her right hand It is still inconvenient to be carried by the Nangui geese.

Compared to making a portrait out of thin air, writing is naturally much simpler.

When the life mentor finished writing the description, Lin Sanjiu had already stood under the telephone pole and waited for a long time.She took the card, her heart pounding; if there really was an [Energy Diluter] here...then her ability would be almost the same as that of the Creator.

...Is her ability really that powerful?
After a few minutes, God seemed to give her an answer—the concrete floor was still empty.

"Strange, there is no problem with the text description." The life mentor murmured.

The hope that fell instantly left a hollow feeling in his chest.Lin Sanjiu became faintly anxious, and after connecting to the arsenal's communicator and confirming that the content was correct, this anxiety began to become apparent. "Is the image wrong?" She asked, knowing that her life mentor didn't have a definite answer. "It's different from the original product, so it doesn't appear?"

But that doesn't seem to make sense either.

Let’s take the chocolate cake as an example—the appearance, color and design of the cake are all developed by the artist himself. There is no sample at all, so there is no “right or wrong” at all.If she can create an item with only a picture and a description, then in theory, no matter what the Armory's [Energy Diluter] looks like, if she asks the artist to draw something, she will get something A similar [Energy Diluter] is right.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't figure it out, and searched under the nearby electric poles, but still found nothing.The painter's grasp of the details is very precise. The ground he painted is unique and only in one place; in fact, before she looked for it, she vaguely guessed that she would not have any results.

"What's the difference between the two?" The life coach asked heuristically after she came back empty-handed. "Find the difference, and maybe you'll know why only one of them is there."

One can eat, one can't?One is a rare item and the other is commonplace?Lin Sanjiu himself vetoed the first few thoughts that jumped up.She stood outside the car window, staring at the chocolate cake and its card for a long time, and suddenly took a breath of air.

"Painter," she called back, took out a new blank card, and handed it to him. "You draw a board on the same background, and I'll see."

The painter took the card and drew a wooden board in a short while.Lin Sanjiu was staring at the concrete floor all the time, and it remained motionless—but just after she blinked, a piece of wood lay quietly on the ground, as if it had been lying there all along .

"You draw another smartphone."

This time, even a few humanoid objects were waiting impatiently, and there was still no mobile phone on the spot.The life coach said to himself: "Why? Those with low technological content can appear, but those with high technological content can't?"

Lin Sanjiu was already [-]% to [-]% sure, and knew what was going on.She felt that more than half of the strength that had been born out of anticipation just now was emptied, leaving her with a soft shell.

"It's because of me," she smiled wryly. "Simple things like wood boards and cakes, I can fully understand what they are, such as where the wood boards come from, and how to make cakes. Although mobile phones are common, I have used them for many years, but I don't understand them at all. How a mobile phone is manufactured, what technology is used, what is the internal structure... and I know less about the arsenal [energy diluter] than the mobile phone."

"Then what are you going to do?" The witch suddenly interrupted. "If I need to divination..."

Lin Sanjiu didn't answer.She didn't hear it at all, she was completely absorbed in thinking.

Nan Guiyan was still stuck in her hand, and it felt as if if she pulled it out again, all her problems would be solved.It has come to this point, she is not reconciled to giving up no matter what, she does not believe it, she will really be forced to have no way out.

When she was in a trance, the artist took the two cards and walked around her a few times, as if he didn't know what to do with the two cards.Lin Sanjiu didn't want to see these two cards at all, so he stalked them around a few times like flies, and simply snatched them away, and erased the images on the cards with his hand.

"Let me think alone," she waved her hand, trying to send the painter away.As soon as she turned her head, her movements stopped.

When the image on the card was erased, so did the wooden boards in the parking lot.

This seems to be taken for granted...but in this way...

Lin Sanjiu looked at the place where the board was originally, and thought for a while.

"Painter," she said slowly, handing over the card for the chocolate cake. "You can change this picture, can you do it? Change it to look like this cake has been eaten."

The painter obediently took out the paint.Lin Sanjiu listened to his paintbrush rustling behind him, and his gaze was firmly locked on the chocolate cake in the car—after a while, the cake suddenly changed, as if being bitten by an invisible person Go down and take a bite.

She closed her eyes and exhaled tremblingly.

"Now, stand in front of me," she replied after the sound of the paintbrush stopped.The painter stood in front of her with a bunch of things in his arms, and she raised her hand accordingly. "Draw this trash can, choose the background carefully, and don't include me in the composition. Remember, let people know at a glance that it is this trash can, not any other trash can in the world. "

The life coach suddenly let out an "oh"—it seemed that she had already understood her intention one step ahead.

Although she is not a scientific researcher, what Lin Sanjiu is doing step by step at this time is to use experiments to overthrow or verify conjectures.

If "adding" something new to the space doesn't work, what if she "subtracts" something from the space?

Although the cake that has been bitten off is reduced in matter, the reduced matter also contains energy.So, is it possible for her to directly reduce energy?

"The painting is finished!" The life mentor was more anxious than her, and the painter yelled as soon as he stopped writing.Lin Sanjiu stared closely at the trash can in her hand—she was really worried that if she blinked, she would see another similar trash can on the ground.After waiting for a while, she gradually let out the breath she had held.

...everything is still the same, there is nothing more on the ground.

True, what she does not understand the principles of its origin cannot be created.In addition, the artist's portrait of the silver trash can is even more realistic and realistic than a photo, and people will never admit it wrong at a glance—that is, as she guessed, what the artist drew is "Silver trash can", but as expected, no more one was created in this space.

"Mentor," she said hoarsely, "I'll read you the description of this trash can now, and you write it on the card."

The life mentor didn't even remember to charge, so he nodded and took out his pen.

When everything was finished, Lin Sanjiu felt a little dazed holding the [Silver Trash Can] card he had just created.If she cards the silver trash can, she will get an identical card; now that the trash can is still hanging in her hand, she has an extra card for it.

There seems to be some twists and turns here, and she needs to think about it carefully, but she can't delay it now.Lin Sanjiu handed the card back to the artist, and said in a low voice, "Now, draw a gap on the trash can of this card."

The sorceress slapped her thigh with a "slap".

"So you came up with this idea!" She sighed, but no one answered her——the artist was painting with his head down, and Lin Sanjiu and the mentor were all focused on the trash can in her hand.

...Since she can't disperse the energy that forms the trash can, she might as well try to make it less.The woman in the arsenal also had something she didn't know - in this world, there really is a way to make energy disappear.

Under the scorching eyes of everyone, a long crack gradually opened on the silver trash can, and the barrel was swallowed up bit by bit until a big mouth was torn open.

The force that had been holding on to Lin Sanjiu's fingertips suddenly let her go; a gust of wind blew up the broken hair by Lin Sanjiu's ear—something rushed out.

(End of this chapter)