Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

"I really want to stay here forever." Bi Ke squinted his eyes and stretched out his tentacles, touching the flowers blooming next to him with his tentacles. His body was soaked in warm water, with the faint sound of gurgling water in his ears, and his heart was so peaceful that he let go of everything.

Feng Lan, who was sitting cross-legged to practice, opened her eyes. She had not absorbed much in recent years (the time she felt in her heart), and the energy she absorbed was much less than before. She would only absorb a small part of the energy for her body's daily breathing, and the rest was left to Huahua and Bi Ke.

What's more, it will make the body stronger, but it will not be something Feng Lan can control.

A body that is too powerful is like gold, silver and money that cannot be grasped. Even if you hold it in your hands, it will not belong to you.

Feng Lan doesn't want to be a puppet controlled by power. Moderation is the most useful lesson she has learned.

Even if the power in front of you is readily available, it doesn't even seem to cost anything.

But Feng Lan knows that the road to becoming stronger has no end. As long as you want to become stronger, there will always be countless peaks waiting for you along the way. Especially Feng Lan, who has seen those retired big players of survival games and knows through forum discussions that there is always a higher level out there.

She touched Huahua and Bike, who were obviously in the best condition. Huahua's body color was almost pickled into blue, and Bike's skin had purple and black patterns, and a hint of blue could be vaguely seen through his flesh.

Even Feng Lan's own body, when scanned with spiritual sense, her bones, blood, and flesh all seemed like a beautiful green jade.

When I and the two little ones were wandering around outside, they were noticed by a powerful person. They were caught without any purification, and their tendons and skins were directly removed to make top-grade materials for magic weapons.

This was not the first time Feng Lan had thought of staying here. Even the two little ones thought it was a good idea to stay here and they could stay as long as they wanted before leaving.

Feng Lan was not affected. She silently glanced at the keys in the supermarket space.

Well, it's still there. Compared to before when it seemed like it had run out of power, it now still faintly emits the light of time.

He stood up and looked around, his eyes swept across the transparent spider silk without any emotion. This was also one of the things that alerted Feng Lan.

If you indulge in power, you will only slide into the abyss without bottom line.

Feng Lan opened the panel again. Compared with the last time, the light blue panel was much lighter. Feng Lan could now see the existence of the panel on his body and even analyze its source.

She tried sending power to the panel, but it didn't work.

Compared to Huahua and Bi Ke, this place is more demanding on the panel, and does not allow her to use the energy here to give others a little more.

This dual attitude of generosity and stinginess is also one of the reasons why Feng Lan did not sink.

It can't be delayed any longer. Without the game panel, Feng Lan still feels uneasy even though the key is still with him.

Sometimes she even wanted to take the key out of the space to have a look, wondering if the key had been stolen by someone a long time ago, leaving only a phantom in the space, if it weren't for the spider silk in front of her.

Before leaving, Feng Lan didn't tell anyone, and didn't even communicate with Huahua Bi Ke through the contract in her heart. She stood up with the two little ones who were obviously confused and moved forward in the direction of the spider silk.

She wanted to see the spider again.

(The power gained through indulgence is not your own after all. All the gifts generously bestowed by fate are secretly marked with a price. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Lanlan is a very measured person. Sometimes I really feel that the protagonist has his own consciousness and is alive. When I write a dungeon, people sometimes feel that it comes to an abrupt end. In fact, Lanlan is very smart. It seems that she can always see through the traps I set and let me reset the dungeon outline I have written. Kindness does not mean stupidity, and calmness does not mean rationality. Lanlan's camp is really correct. The premise of kindness is neutrality, and neutrality is sometimes no different from chaos.)