These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 838 New Type of Pseudo-Human Observation Diary 1
The old man was in tears and almost collapsed.

At this moment, he felt like he was living a life worse than death, watching helplessly as another "self" replaced him, smiling, practicing, growing, and guiding his own world to ascend to the immortal world.
That should have been his job!

That fake person is replacing their own connections and harming the new buds of their world, the younger generation.

And he could only hide in the dark, in the secret room, and watch with gritted teeth as the disaster of the fake man unfolded.

This feeling is something that ordinary people cannot understand.

He comes here once every million years or so, silently watching that "self" taking away the newly ascended descendants of his hometown world, his expression becoming increasingly sad and numb.

"Alas, alas." Along with a long sigh of despair, the flying boat in the distance had already moved away.

Amid the turbulence of space, the old man opened his new pseudo-human observation diary and reviewed the very beginning.

The Qianmu calendar is 108 million years.

I, the Thousand-Eyed Emperor, have ascended to heaven. I will dominate the world. The future awaits me. I want the world to witness my greatness and extraordinaryness.

The future can't wait for me, I am so mediocre.

The world of sacrifice is beautiful, but also cruel.

They captured me to mine, and it seemed that every immortal without a background was a miner.

The speed of time in this dedicated world is very special.

A day in heaven is equal to a hundred years on earth.

I heard from the big guys who are supervising the mining that only certain special worlds that absorb the essence of other worlds have such great power.

The particularity of the flow of time.

In my hometown, the cycle of becoming an immortal is more than 100 million years. How long is that if it is converted into a day in the immortal world, which is years?

In any case, I believe that at this rate of flow, I will soon be able to return to my hometown regularly and receive my descendants.

We came back to mine together and get resources for practice.

The Qianmu calendar is 199 million years.

There was a mining disaster in the area where I was, and the miners took the opportunity to rebel, and I was innocently implicated.

I was forced to go to the Pioneer Camp as a guilty person to atone my sins. I participated in the Pingbai River Campaign to fight for territory for the big boss above. I heard that it was also another mineral vein.

Hatch died, Zhang died too, and I was the only one left. The curse of disease and despair made them die in pain.

The Qianmu calendar is 231 million years.

I, the Thousand-Eyed Emperor, am still alive. I have completed my service in the Suicide Squad and became one of the only three survivors. I have been reassigned back to work as a miner.

It turns out that mining is the happiest thing in the world.

I applied for a vacation, returned to my hometown world, and met the Queen of Clear Sky, who was a gentle and kind person.

She ushered in an era of kindness and beauty, but it was shattered very quickly.

Died from fairness, died from kindness, this is how I evaluate her in creating the world.

But she and I had a heated discussion about the reproduction and development of civilization. She said that it was true that she died because of fairness, but it was precisely because of the fair era that her civilization exploded, and all kinds of brilliant possibilities emerged, which motivated everyone.

I find her point hard to refute.

To be fair, the times will explode, allowing them to overthrow us who are high above them and engage in internal competition.

If it is unfair, the times will become silent, the lower-class monks who cannot resist their fate will see no hope of being promoted to a higher class, and civilization will stagnate.

The offering world is an example.

It's lifeless and it's a huge injustice. The people above are afraid of being overthrown, so they strictly limit the promotion path and make us miners.

Although that deadening atmosphere of unfairness suppressed potential riots, it was also unpleasant.

“Perhaps, we should find a middle ground between unfairness and fairness in the era of development.”

I comforted her who was feeling disheartened and told her that we still had a future and we could go mining together.

The Qianmu calendar is 387 million years.

I said goodbye to the Queen of Clear Sky, who had become an expert at mining and had turned into a bronze-skinned, heroic miner, and returned to my homeland.

I was waiting outside the world and picked up a newly immortal descendant, the Crazy Shark Emperor. I really didn't like this descendant.

Killing, mania, extremism, but we must stick together, I believe I can guide them well.

The three of us mined together. 389 million years in the Qianmu calendar.

I saw a fairy ascending to heaven and was taken away directly without having to mine.

He is very qualified, two disasters and one misfortune.

Amid the envious gazes of everyone, he walked away proudly with his head held high.

I remembered that year, I also came here proudly with my head held high. We were both full of expectations for the future, but he was not caught to mine. Why?
This is the first time I heard about the level classification of immortals.

People like us who have only survived one disaster to become immortals have the lowest potential, so we are only fit for mining.

It is said that in theory, there are three disasters and seven tribulations, but it is said that no one in the entire fairy world can complete the legendary perfect tribulations and become an immortal.

The drunk mine boss said to me: "Who among us doesn't have the qualifications to repair the two disasters and one disaster? Knowledge is a barrier that makes us go the wrong way and turns geniuses into mediocrity."

"Before becoming immortals, we should survive more tribulations and lay a solid foundation. This is extremely important."

The three of us discussed it and made up our minds to go back to our hometown and hint at the development of civilization, allowing them to cultivate both the physical and soul systems at the same time, and to cultivate another magical power.

Every additional disaster you go through is a qualitative change.

Two disasters and one hardship already make you a genius in the immortal way, no need for mining.

We thought we had amazing talents and could become immortals by surviving a few disasters. Unfortunately, our era was too simple and we didn't know how to cultivate the system.

We must not let our hometown go down the wrong path we have already taken. Let our civilization burst forth with a more profound cultural heritage!

I firmly believe that a powerful immortal will emerge from my hometown and lead us miners to glory.

The Qianmu calendar is 391 million years.

We welcomed the holiday, and the Crazy Shark King said he wanted to travel to other worlds, and the three of us agreed.

The white cloud world seems to be a good world.

The offering of their world is an immortal cloud, which is very strange.

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Dedication is the ladder to heaven in every world.

It is said to be the embodiment of the laws of the world, and some say it is the manifestation of a certain god who created the world.

Some people even say that Xian is the highest mysterious being who opened up the fairyland. He created the heaven and the earth, and transformed himself into countless forms, giving hope to every world.

We played for three years and had a lot of fun.

But I always felt that something was staring at me. I turned around and saw a gentle and virtuous girl.

But her smile was creepy and extremely uncomfortable.

It's like there's some kind of horrible creature simulating something underneath the mask's skin, making people feel instinctively sick.

The Qianmu calendar is 392 million years.

During our trip, we came to a nearby world called Kyushu, and again I felt something bad, and the feeling of uneasiness grew stronger.

This world called Kyushu is weird and scary, sticky, disgusting, nauseating, and filled with tombs.

Their bodies will be resurrected.

We discovered a unique creature in this world: pseudo-humans.

Their smiles were creepy, their forced anthropomorphic smiles made my heart beat like a drum.

Because this feeling reminds me of the creepy smile of that girl in the white cloud world next door, exactly the same.

It must be an illusion.

Fake people are the specialty of this Kyushu world, how can we encounter them in the Baiyun world next door? How can Baiyun world also have fake people that are unique to Kyushu?
But it has to be said.

This stuff is disgusting.

I could never imagine how scary it would be when some of my fellow Taoists suddenly gave me such a creepy smile.

Hahahaha, the world is really interesting.

However, I think since I have come to Kyushu, I should follow the local customs and record the calendar according to the year number of this world.

In the spring of 2913, there was heavy snow.

(End of this chapter)