my game world

Freya always had Zhang Yong in her heart, and when she heard that he had something very important to leave, she didn't try to stop him, but said seriously, "As for the child, I will take good care of it, and there will be no danger."

"Of course there is no danger."

Zhang Yong smiled. After thinking about it, he felt that he could not leave directly.

Maybe it will take a long time for him to go, and the child will be born for a long time, so what should he do if he doesn't know himself.

So he thought about it, and simply created a clone, and then made it into a doll.

He handed the doll to Freya and told her, "This is a clone of me, and it won't last long."

"Put it away on weekdays. When the child wants to see his father, I will wake up my clone and accompany the child for a while."

Freya laughed, put the doll away, and started talking to him in a low voice.

After a night of tenderness, Zhang Yong began to prepare for his upcoming departure.

First, he needs to find a world that fits him.

The world with enhanced spiritual power is not so easy to find, but if you want to find a different world with low strength, there are simply too many.

Ninety-nine percent of the cases in the heavens and worlds are low-level worlds without extraordinary power.

And in that one percent world, there are still many worlds with extremely low supernatural systems.

In short, it couldn't be easier to get to the right world.

However, Zhang Yong didn't go looking for those worlds that didn't have any extraordinary systems.

In such a world without demons, although Zhang Yong's power will not be restricted, it is really boring.

Moreover, Zhang Yong is also preparing to perfect his script to strengthen his feelings in a different world.

That being the case, it is necessary to choose a world that has a bit of extraordinary power, but is not strong, and can gradually improve.

"Simply crushing the world, I'm afraid the effect is not very great, so I need a script to make the world continue to improve. As the strength of the extraordinary becomes stronger and stronger, they always feel that they can't fight against me. Then this absolute If they are crushed, they will be oppressed like gods."

"In this way, the role of God I play should be able to strengthen my heart well?"

Zhang Yong thought hesitantly, no matter what, he always had to give it a try.

It took him a few hours, and he finally found a world that wasn't too bad.

Especially in this world, Zhang Yong even sensed that he has a projection existing here.

"Very good. With the projection, it basically means that I have a foundation in this world, and the script will be more perfect by then."

Zhang Yong thought for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

In short, things are moving in a good direction, and he is ready to start traveling to the other party's world.

In the new world, there is a projection.

Then Zhang Yong doesn't need to go there in person, he just needs to put himself into it with his own will, occupying everything in the projection, and naturally he can perfectly replace the identity of the projection.

Of course, the projected consciousness will not die, it just needs to be lent to the main body for use.

When the body consciousness leaves, the projection can still be alive and kicking.

"Only using the power of the projection, not my own strength, may be more perfect when the time comes to suppress the world."

Zhang Yong pondered for a moment and made a decision.

He will not go there with extra power, anyway, if he really needs power, he can borrow a little bit of attribute with the help of the ring of billions of brilliance.

Only dozens or hundreds of attribute points are enough for him to kill all directions in that world.

Now, Zhang Yong is going to the game world, using the Well of Life in the Sunshine Forest to put his body to sleep.

Chapter 391 I Make Myself a System

Although Zhang Yong left home, he was going to other worlds to work on his script.

But the impact he caused after he left still continues.

First of all, in order to reward the projection of Qingfeng Realm, his hundreds of epic followers are still there to follow his command and carry out their own tasks.

For example, changing the dynasty, eradicating opponents and so on.

Clean up those land gods and martial saints who are close to the moon people, and then place martial arts experts who are close to them.

Prepare to completely build the Qingfeng world into your own private world.

Therefore, after completely pacifying all the opposing forces, Zhang Hai decided to use the professional power of his entourage to clean up the source of corruption attached to Qingfeng Realm.

As professionals born in the game world, the strength of the followers is very restrained from these corrupt sources.

Although it needs to eliminate the abnormality many times before it can be purified, compared to the warriors in this world, not only does it not have any negative effects, but it can also bring them a certain strength improvement.

The corrupt source quality purified by them will separate a part of the pure source quality to improve some attributes for them.

This also makes the followers more enthusiastic to eliminate these abnormalities and purify the source of corruption.

It's just that with the degree of pollution in this world, it may be difficult to completely solve it within a few years or even ten years.

But for Qingfeng Realm, let alone more than ten years, hundreds or even thousands of years, as long as the source of corruption can be dealt with, it will be a great joy.

After knowing what Zhang Hai did, the identity of the son of the world came directly to him.

So Zhang Hai can logically become the strongest man in the world.

It's a pity that Zhang Hai was not interested in this. He supported his son Zhang Yu on the throne, and he stayed alone in his bedroom, doing what he liked.

As for what you like, it is not enough for outsiders to know.

The world of Qingfeng Realm can be skipped for the time being, and there will be almost no intersection with this world in the future.

Zhang Rong on Earth, after knowing that Zhang Yong had left and was not sure when he would return, he stayed alone in his room, smoking a cigarette and feeling a bit melancholy.

He knew very well why Zhang Yong left.

He was holding a paper book in his hand, a novel he had never noticed before.

There are ancient strange novels about cultivating Taoism and becoming immortals.

"Cultivators need to refine their minds and understand their ways."

Zhang Rong pinched his brows and sighed, "So in the ancient Taoist population, it is necessary to enter the world of mortals and hone the heart of Taoism?"

Zhang Rong feels that the problem Zhang Yong is facing now is very similar to this one.

Therefore, he gave Zhang Yong a suggestion to enter the world of mortals, and at the same time, he also had various measures.

For example, Zhang Rong suggested that Zhang Yong seal his own memory and descend into that world in a blank way.

Of course, in order to avoid danger, or some other accidents.

Zhang Yong wrote hundreds of conditions himself, and he only needs to achieve any one of them to wake up his memory.

For example, encountering life-threatening, for example, finding the means and methods to refine the mind and strengthen the mind.

In short, all of this requires Zhang Yong to temporarily forget how powerful he is, stand out from that side of the world as a mortal, and finally complete his experience.

Therefore, Zhang Yong will set a new identity for himself—for example, a time traveler.

He will come to his own projection in another world, with a brand new name, and at the same time, he will remember that he is a novel author from the earth.

Apart from that, he will forget everything about the supernatural and keep it in an unspeakable area.

And at the same time in order to gain strength as soon as possible.

Zhang Yong also set up a "system" for himself, allowing him to use various methods to improve his strength.

Of course, all rewards come from Ontology.

Simply strengthen the attribute, through the ring of billions of brilliance, if you want to get other items, you can give it according to what is in the game world.

He will gain power beyond the current world in the fastest time, and then crush all living beings with absolute strength.

So as to obtain the status of "God", and taste the feeling of loneliness and hostility of all things.

So, just after all this was prepared, the script...began to be staged.

In the East China Sea, a small world that is only half the size of the earth.

In the round sky, a small continent, or a huge island floats on the endless ocean.

There is a country on this island called Fusang.

In a kendo hall in Tokyo, Zhang Yong rubbed his temples, feeling as if his head was going to explode.

After he regained his composure, he was shocked to find that this was not his bedroom, but a somewhat dilapidated room.

In the room, there is a man in a Japanese robe, holding a vibrating stick in his hand, demonstrating chopping movements in front of people.

Around him, he and several other teenagers who looked young were sitting.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

Zhang Yong clutched his beating heart, still suspecting that he was dreaming.

I was obviously writing at home, and when I checked some information and was about to add it to the material library, I came here with a sinking head.

As the author of the novel, I naturally know such a scene too well.

"I crossed!"

He was a little excited, and then the memory of his own body quickly flashed in his mind.

First of all, the country he lives in is called Fusang, which has very serious Japanese traces.

It can even be said that this is an Eastern country on earth.

However, unlike the world on Earth, Fusang's world only has this island under their feet.

Therefore, they can't see traces of outsiders here, which also makes many situations seem plausible to those on Earth.

"Isn't this the real [I'm learning swordsmanship in Japan]?"

Zhang Yong looked at the teacher teaching swordsmanship in front of him, and complained in his heart.

But soon, he stopped laughing.

The teacher who was waving the vibrating stick in front of him immediately roared, pointing at Zhang Yong and shouting: "Bai Shiyangyi, why are you so dazed there, come up now and start pair training!"

Zhang Yong was startled. Although he gradually began to understand the memory of his own body, but he was about to use a weapon to fight suddenly, and he really didn't react.

At the same time, he also groaned in his heart, it turned out that he was called Baishi Yangyi in this world, and this name was really not nice.

By the way, he also learned in his heart that the Shiraishi family was once a warrior family, but later declined, and he was even the only one left.

Relying on some of the previous connections of the Baishi family, he came to this kendo hall and learned swordsmanship from the teacher here.

It's just that this kind of relationship didn't last long, and the teacher at the Kendo Gym didn't treat him well, because his family was poor and he never had any gifts, so the relationship was not close.

Even because other people expressed it but he didn't, he was even faintly targeted and rejected.

Every kendo practice will let Bai Shiyang go on stage, then suffer a severe beating, and finally end with injuries all over his body.

Thinking of these things, Zhang Yong's heart suddenly burst into flames.

After all, the next step was to play by himself, and then he was beaten severely, how could he bear it.

However, he looked at his thin body of only ten years old, and at the fat body of his opponent, and suddenly felt bitter in his mouth.

How could he beat such an opponent.

But under the urging of his teacher and his companions, he could only stand up unsteadily, holding the wooden knife handed over, and slowly walked to his opponent.

"What's his name? Nobuhiko? Ryota? Or XX Ichiro?"

This thought flashed through Zhang Yong's mind, but with the shouting from the teacher beside him, he could no longer think about it.

The other party's body rushed towards him quickly, slashing him with a wooden knife.

The whistling it caused, one can imagine how powerful it is.

Once it hits the body, the injury is almost a certainty.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Yong was extremely angry in his heart. This opponent seemed to be much stronger than himself, but he always liked to beat himself like a sandbag. It was simply too shameless.

But when it came to the opponent's attack, he felt strangely free of fear and worry in his heart.