Evolution from mushrooms

Terra, in the deep sea.

Seventh day of creation.

Civilization No. 1 produced a "big explosion of technology", and civilization was restarted.

Civilization No. 2 tried to build a psionic network, and civilization was reset to zero.

Civilization No. 3......

Civilizations failed one after another.

However, this actually calmed Chen Mo down. It was a game of chance. His previous nervousness and expectations were now hit by failure, but he felt that it was unnecessary.

It's a big deal to do it all over again.

Civilizations 1-7 failed one after another and exploded in place.

Chen Mo sighed, before they touched the computing power ceiling, they were not able to give birth to a prophet.

Immediately afterwards, the No. 8 civilization, which had been tepid, also began to accelerate its development.

Soon, Civilization No. 8 touched the ceiling of computing power.

This is a red line set by Chen Mo. It is impossible for him to provide unlimited supply of computing power to maintain the development of civilization without the birth of the Prophet.

Don't "380" say that the computing power is not enough, even if it is enough, Chen Mo can't maintain the world.

Because there will be more and more bugs, and they cannot be fixed.

As long as the civilization inside explores the microcosmic and basic theories a little deeper, then the whole world will inevitably be full of loopholes.

Because of many minutiae of the world, Chen Mo did not consider, or could not consider before.

After all, there are too many branches and forks in evolution.

"You guys are out of luck, and my luck doesn't look too good either."

With a soft voice, Chen Mo activated World Destroyer.

But for him, the destruction of civilization No. 1-8 is not without gain.

On the contrary, except for the Prophet, the harvest is huge.

Chen Mo has harvested thousands of carbon-based biological knowledge alone.

Psionic knowledge also has 2 points.

At the same time, a huge amount of evolution data and bugs caused by the operation of the "world laboratory" were collected. These things will be patched when the world restarts next time.

The entire 'world laboratory' will become more and more perfect.

"As the restoration gets better and my strength improves, it will gradually become the same as the real world, without any difference."

Chen Mo analyzed carefully.

This is undoubtedly exciting news.

It was also the reason why Chen Mo remained extremely calm.

Without the support of these harvests, this experiment would have been a complete failure.

Apart from "pinching" some indigenous people who did not exist in the world, there is no contribution.

"Interesting, Civilization No. 9 actually recovered."

Chen Mo glanced across the entire small world, a tribe survived the great flood, and one of the outstanding people was even elected as the patriarch.

His prestige has been greatly improved.

And with substantive rights, the cult of personality came into being.

However, the society at this time is relatively civilized.

The leader was actually elected by all members through elections and the role of the ethnic group.

"This looks more ethnic than many cosmic civilizations."

Chen Mo smiled.

However, this system is not sustainable.

Because as the population increases, this kind of election will become more and more inefficient and become a game that can be manipulated.

Chen Mo continued to look at Civilization 10.

By the way, with a thought, he killed a heaven-defying person.

This civilization has advanced by leaps and bounds in terms of spiritual power. Compared with civilization No. 9, life is much better.

However, in terms of technology and humanities, progress is much slower.

Basically in a very naive and naked state of the jungle.

However, each individual is better than the other.

There are endless streams of ascenders.

But in the end, psionic talent and cultivation finally spread throughout the world.

The whole world has become more and more complex, reaching the ceiling of computing power.

Chen Mo had to restart Doomsday.

"Only Civilization No. 9, which came back from the dead, remains."

The rest of the life after the disaster, see the light at last?

hope so.

Chen Mo pays attention to that tribe again.

Sure enough, the hero of Wang was overthrown, and his son was overthrown.

Soon, the whole world returned to the tribal age.

There are wise men in the clan, who are called "sacrifices" and are responsible for teaching and imparting knowledge.

It is rumored that every priest has the ability to predict the future, so he is also honored as a "prophet".

On this day, in the most spacious room in the center of the clan, the priest was teaching three young people.

"My lord, do you really have the ability to predict the future?"

one of the girls asked.

The other two young men also looked over curiously.

This beautiful girl asked what they had never dared to ask.

But she is always recognized and pampered by adults.

So it's okay to ask this question.

If it were them, they would probably be criticized. They would not lose this precious opportunity, and they would be considered "untalented" and thrown into the hunting team.

Sacrificial priests are the most honorable existence in the entire clan. The patriarch is always changing, and priests are only changed after death.

Faced with the question of the girl with big eyes, the priest was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head..0

"No."

"Of course I don't have the ability to 'prophesy'."

Faced with this calm, unhesitating answer.

The girl's eyes widened.

 …

The other two young men were also shocked.

"Is that any surprise? I don't have that talent.

"But still, you have hope, you have hope to be 'prophets'

The priest smiled, his eyes full of hope.

There are all kinds of talents, why can't they have the talent of 'prophecy'?

Among their tribes, the task of every "prophet" is to find the real "prophet".

"Can we?"

"Of course, there is hope."

The priest smiled.

After a day's lessons, the girl felt that the priest had lied.

He knows so much.

So wise, but also like a kind grandfather.

Just relying on his wisdom, he can be regarded as a prophet...

The girl thought so.

I couldn't help it, but I also understood why, about the fact that sacrifices are prophets, the spread has lasted for a long time.

It's even useless to refute the rumors.

If you have more knowledge, you will stand tall and see far.

This is the prophetic way of 'sacrifice'.

"However, the priest also said that there is another kind of prophet..."

The girl was thinking, and unconsciously, she walked to the altar.

She simply sat down here, trying to sense psychic energy, trying to stimulate her talent.

As soon as she closed her eyes, Chen Mo0.5's gaze focused on her.

A wave of deja vu is spreading.

"Fuck! It's the smell of a prophet..."

"calm!"

"Calm down!"

The more it got to this time, Chen Mo became more and more calm...not getting up.

All observation equipment began to operate at full capacity.

Document every detail.

However, the next moment, everything seems to be coming to a halt...

The girl opened her eyes blankly. She felt that her talent was about to be awakened just now, but for some reason, she didn't come out with a last look.

It made her a little uncomfortable.

My heart is empty.

Now, this wonderful feeling is fading.

"The Observer Effect... Fuck!"

Chen Mo's voice was dignified.

Without hesitation, he turned off all observations.

The observation of the entire 'small world' also stopped instantly. .