Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Sitting among a group of Internet cafe gods sleeping in various postures, Yang Qiu, who has no sense of disobedience, successfully turned on the Internet.

Enter keywords, and search for a bunch of "gamification of other worlds" web articles discussed by classmates before time travel. Yang Qiu opened each article with a solemn expression, learning experience...

That's right, although the earth is indeed his rear, it is almost impossible to obtain believers who can be used to anchor himself on the earth's side through assimilation or religious brainwashing like the magic plane.

Of course, believers are not the only ones who can serve as anchors. As long as they trust each other enough to open a part of the spiritual "back door" to each other, intelligent creatures with relatively powerful souls and spirits can all anchor each other.

For example, the first admonition for beginners is "do not pray to God" for magicians. There are many people who are mentors, husbands and wives, and comrades who anchor each other to increase each other's resistance to spiritual pollution.

From this starting point, Yang Qiu can actually consider making his debut as a magician or something...

Do your best to improve your social status and popularity, and gain diehard fans who have a certain degree of trust in yourself. These diehard fans can become his anchor.

When he encounters the torrent of spiritual pollution from the ancient gods, the die-hard fans as anchors can improve his mental resistance and allow him to persist in reason for a longer period of time, so that he will not lose control after being stared at by the ancient gods.

But this is just a perfect deduction, if you really want to do this, it will be very skinny... First, he can't come up with an identity that can stand scrutiny; The so-called diehard fans are actually unreliable.

Just as he who is anchored can eat back that ancient god's tentacles, the anchor point can be released, got rid of, and even eat back on his own.

Why are righteous gods, evil gods and ancient gods all keen to assimilate and brainwash believers?

The spellcasters for Mao can clearly anchor each other, but they still tirelessly "cultivate themselves"?

It is because the instability of believers who are not assimilated and brainwashed is too high...not to mention the relationship that is only based on trust, or even the cheaper "like, like".

Under such difficult conditions, the most feasible method that Yang Qiu can refer to is to travel through the popular "game alien world" type of web articles among former classmates——

With the "spiritual imprint" in the magic trick, combined with the power of the space system rules absorbed from the tentacles of the ancient gods, the souls of the people on earth are "borrowed" to the magic plane.

When the souls of people on earth are active in the magic plane, the spiritual back door is fully open and undefended for Yang Qiu, who is the "intermediary of time and space", and is the most reliable anchor point.

The more earthlings' souls can maintain a "high online rate" in the magic plane under the guise of "playing games", the safer he will be...

After squatting in the Internet cafe all morning, referring to the operation of a large number of Internet writers, Yang Qiu thanked the elder brother who provided the seat and left the Internet cafe.

Then...he went to the stationery store to buy some odds and ends, ran back to the pedestrian street in the business district near Hongshan District, and stood on the side of the road to perform street magic...

His image already has the temperament of a wandering artist, and the difficulty for a magician to perform street magic is not too low. Soon, a large number of young people gathered around him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of frequent light physical contact with young people, Yang Qiu easily collected the soul strength sample data of contemporary ordinary earthlings...

The magic trick "spiritual branding" can open up a consciousness channel for the intelligent soul that is different from the rules of the material world. The principle is somewhat similar to the transmission of electromagnetic waves, but the operating rules are much simpler.

And in the process of transmitting the spirit of the soul to another place through the channel of consciousness, there will be a rate of consumption... That is to say, during this process, the spiritual power of the creature is in a state of continuous consumption.

For the caster, this kind of consumption is negligible, and the mental power recovered naturally by the caster is enough to pay for the consumption, and there is still a surplus.

But ordinary people certainly cannot compare with the spiritual power of the caster, which is strong enough to feed back the body...

If Yang Qiu wants "sustainable development", he must weaken the intensity of "spiritual branding", at least reduce the consumption during the transmission process to a level that will not affect ordinary people.

After collecting enough samples, Yang Qiu said goodbye to the reluctant audience with a smile.

Before leaving, he went back to Sequoia Community to take a look.

Before I got to the downstairs of my house, I found my mother and sister running down the stairs in a hurry...

Yang Qiu quickly turned around, pretending to be unrelated to passers-by, and only secretly looked at the two relatives from the corner of his eyes.

"Yang Qiu hasn't called back?"

"No! I called several of his classmates, but he's not at their house! No. [-] Middle School also said that he didn't sign up! I'm so anxious!"

Yang Qiu's heart became hot, and he couldn't help but want to jump out and recognize his relatives.

"Yesterday morning, a psychopath knocked on our door and said he was Yang Qiu! I was so pissed off! If I knew I should have called the police, that psychopath might know where Yang Qiu went!"

Yang Qiu's head drooped feebly...

Watching his mother and sister running out of the community anxiously, Yang Qiu was really moved and embarrassed.

He "disappeared" for two days, and even his elder sister, who usually wished to beat him three times a day, jumped anxiously...

But even if he stood in front of them, Yang Qiu wondered if his mother would not recognize him...

Sighing, Yang Qiu sadly left the Sequoia community.

Forget it... Later, I will find a way to report to them that they are safe, at least don't let them worry about it all the time.

Find an inconspicuous corner and "open the door" to return to the magic plane. Yang Qiu summoned the undead horse and modified the "Magic Trick·Spiritual Branding" while on the road.

He is now located in the east of the Nabalon continent, within the territory of the Kingdom of Rhine.

The Kingdom of the Rhine is not a vassal state of the Holy Church, and the power of the Holy See is not large here.

But the Rhine Kingdom believes in the righteous god of money and transactions, Lady Gold Coins... In other words, there is no integrity in this country from top to bottom. As long as the lunatics in the referee are willing to pay the toll, the Rhine Royal Family will open the door to those heretics The knights can enter the palace for the night.

Even if you are not afraid of being entangled by those lunatics from the referee again, it is not a good idea to open a "playground for earth players" in this kingdom.

The reason is still the same reason: the Rhine Kingdom really has no integrity.

Imagine a little bit of the chemical reaction that will be produced when the players of the fourth natural disaster, Earth, who regard this world as a game field, hook up with this group of indigenous "NPCs" who have no lower limit of morality... Yang Qiu's eyes are blackened.

For example, the butler Buff bought his refurbished old clothes at a very low price (in this world). This guy is just a butler who entrusts the land to rural landlords. If the price is enough, the cliff can turn the village He and the villagers sold all of them, packed up their belongings and absconded with money.

If the players on the earth consider this as a way to obtain game bases and NPC "followers" to study... well, then Yang Qiu will have to prepare for a territorial war with the local nobles with his head full of black lines.

He himself used to be a game player, and he would never underestimate the professionalism of the players to study the loopholes of the game!

Ten hours later on the magic plane.

Yang Qiu, who drove hundreds of miles under the moonlight, finally arrived at his destination.

Tarantan, a three-way zone between the Rhine Kingdom and neighboring countries, is a thousand-mile wasteland composed of hills, swamps and primeval forests.

In addition to the official name of Tarantan, this wasteland is also known as the ancient battlefield, the land of exile... In short, this is a wild wilderness that has no official official organization to declare its occupation, and the fourth natural disasters created it at will.

"It's here."

Yang Qiu looked around at the valley in front of him, put away the undead horse, and stepped into it.

In this valley surrounded by mountains on three sides, there are still hundreds of scattered and dilapidated wooden houses.

Dry wells, broken earthen pots, and the savagely growing lush vegetation that squeezed the wooden house to the point where it almost lost its foothold... No matter how you look at it, it looks like a closed-door village magnified several times.

Of course, compared to Fengmen Village, this place is much worse... At least the houses in Fengmen Village are still very strong. After cleaning up the rubbish left by the curious tourists, the house can continue to function as a shelter from the wind and rain.

As for these wooden houses... it would be good to dismantle them and set fire to them.

"It seems too much to ask the player to build the 'birth point' themselves... Forget it, let's keep it. Anyway, the player is not a real person, so he won't mind how bad the birth point is."

Yang Qiu walked through the ruins left by the exile army, selected the central location, and took out the keel staff.

The magic power gushed out from his body and gathered behind him, forming a huge magic circle with a diameter of about five meters.

"Forbidden Magic · Wither and Wither."

With a light wave of the staff, surging black mist gushes out from the huge magic circle behind Yang Qiu, rolling in all directions.

Under the erosion of the black mist, the lush vegetation that blocked the road and blocked the valley with almost nowhere to go quickly withered and withered. The green branches and leaves withered and turned yellow and decayed in a few seconds, turning into black mud and blending into the ground; the trunks and branches disintegrated Into slag, rustled down.

The black fog dissipated, and in the valley with an area of ​​about 1.5 square kilometers, only wooden houses, mud walls and other dead objects remained standing.

"The 'birth point' is almost like this." Yang Qiu nodded with satisfaction.

Next, is to make the resurrection point.

Yang Qiu took out a bag of magic powder, grabbed a handful, and threw it into the air.

In addition to general magic tricks, when casters of different departments want to activate magic across departments, they need the assistance of magic powder, a magic powder for casting.

Yang Qiu is a black magician, and he can cast spells of the black magic department at hand. If he wants to use earth magic across departments, even the simplest method of gathering soil into a formation requires magic powder...

"Change Spiritual Branding Core."

The magic powder fell to the ground, the ground shook slightly, and part of the soil floated up, forming a large magic circle.

"Reinforce it into a semi-permanent spell and use it as a resurrection point...well, bake it into a porcelain state and seal it with a protective shell."

Behind Yang Qiu, the suspended, slow-rotating huge magic circle gushed out heat, covering the soil that formed the magic circle.

Black magic can also generate heat...it can save some magic powder.

After solidifying the array formed by the soil, more soil floated up from the ground, forming a giant bottle cap shape, and buckled upside down on the core array of spiritual imprints.

"Okay." Yang Qiu clapped his hands and dispersed the formation.

With the "birth point", there is still a need to prepare a carrier for the souls of players on Earth to attach to...that is, "game characters".

In other places, Yang Qiu has no "materials" even if he has ideas, but in this place, there is really no shortage of "materials".

Coming out of the valley of the "birth point", Yang Qiu summoned the undead horse, and searched around for breath.

After searching for about an hour and running for more than ten kilometers, Yang Qiu came to a large swamp with no end in sight.

Standing still at the edge of the swamp, calling out the magic circle, Yang Qiu raised his staff:

"Forbidden Magic Resurrection of the Dead!"

The muddy sewage in the swamp began to churn...

Tens of seconds later, human heads that had decayed to varying degrees emerged from the churning muddy water.

Incomplete corpses, dragging all kinds of rags, water plants, and damaged armor, crawled out of the swamp...