[Slow Wear] Assassin System

Welcome back to this world, Mattes

"Spring is here, why is the ground still so hard..."

Miao Xuan rolled up his sleeves, gestured left and right for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​repairing the composite metal. The cold and hard ground once again broke his self-made land reclamation machine. The section was neat and difficult to glue.

[This year's winter is cold, and it's still freezing. 】The little fox climbed on Miao Xuan's shoulder, trying to point fingers, 【Brother Miao, let's use our hands...It's faster to use our hands. 】

Miao Xuan hesitated for a moment, then took out his spear with his backhand, and looked at his spear with a dangerous look: "The hardness of this should be..."

[No, no, Brother Miao, think twice!This is not something for digging! 】The system bounced to the ground, 【Let's change to another alloy! 】

The cold wind came with ice slag, freezing the hole that Miao Xuan had dug so hard to hard again, Miao Xuan was silent for a moment, and gave up his plan.

"Obviously, the current land is not yet suitable for farming, and we have to wait for a few more years." Miao Xuan picked up the alloy shovel that fell on the ground, then walked to the side of the excavator and knocked on the chassis. Unfortunately, the case also looks broken...

Miao Xuan: "..."

This kind of alloy is quite expensive, and he grinded it out by himself, so it's a pity to throw it away.

Miao Xuan sighed and resigned himself to his fate. He threw the broken shovel onto the excavator, then grasped the handle behind the excavator with one hand, pulled it out of the pit with all his strength, and dragged the big guy back home step by step. .

The sky above is still changing due to the messy magnetic field and radiation, but it has stabilized a lot compared to previous years, and although the frozen ground is not yet cultivable, it has also shown signs of softening.

When the climate is regular, the farming civilization on the surface can probably start.

Miao Xuan dragged the excavator back to his big spaceship, and then threw the iron bump into the outer warehouse. It probably won't work in a short time, and he will have to experience a few more worlds.

As for breeding... it can only be done in the greenhouse in the spaceship.

However, the external environment is changing, and the positioning of high-quality species is also uncertain. Restarting natural farming on the surface is a big project that requires more people to participate.

Miao Xuan moved out the storage box of the excavator, and then raised the rattan curtain at the door of the house. These mutated plants grew better and better, but unfortunately they just didn't bear fruit.

The spaceship was still empty and there was no one there. Miao Xuan put away the storage box first, then went to the infirmary to pull out a few physical examination forms for himself. Sure enough, his physical fitness improved a step further.

This time, the modeling of the assassin hero Zhao Yun gave him a skill. It seems that entering the world of the same hero will get the corresponding skill of this hero, but the skill will also consume his own mental power, probably this is "blue".

"In the next world, let's choose another familiar hero." Miao Xuan wrote the plan, "Let's see what effect the same hero modeling will return."

The little fox lay on Miao Xuan's shoulder and poked his head; [Then which one to choose? 】

Miao Xuan hesitated for a moment: "Then...Sister Diaochan?"

The system was immediately in awe: [Oh, oh, oh, beauty and prosperity! 】

"...I just want to find an assassin with spell damage to model." Miao Xuan explained seriously, "There is another assassin with spell damage that is Sima Yi, but I haven't used his model yet."

And neither Sister Diaochan nor Sima use weapons, their strength has its own condensate.

After writing the schedule, Miao Xuan returned to his bedroom. Now there is one more thing in his daily routine, which is to immerse himself in his spiritual realm to purify his ocean.

Compared with when he just left the small world, Miao Xuan's mental power ocean now looks much clearer. Many black gravels have sunk into the bottom of the sea first. Although it has not been completely purified, the sea surface has returned to the clearness it once was. color.

I don’t know what the next world will be like, so let’s try to learn another skill. If it’s a high-tech world, I’ll learn machinery, and I’ll be able to build a durable excavator by hand after I get back.

If you are still in the medieval world, then take art as an elective...

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Thinking of this, Miao Xuan couldn't help showing a helpless smile. He went back to the storage room and dug out the materials collected from the ground this time.

The food and energy stored in the spaceship are still very rich, so he doesn't need to go out to look for raw materials in the short term. This time he collects mostly small things, including various kinds of wood.

Miao Xuan polished these woods one by one, and patiently carved them into flutes. He tried and compared the timbres of different materials, and superimposed different techniques, and finally determined the most suitable wood for making flutes.

To be precise, this is not actually wood, because it comes from a kind of vine, and the mutated wood is too hard, but the softness of this vine is suitable.

Miao Xuan drilled and shaped the pitch-black vine, and then chose to dry it roughly. The final product looked pretty good. Miao Xuan took it out of the dryer and tried to blow away a song of joy.

Its timbre is very similar to that in Miao Xuan's memory, but there is still a gap that cannot be ignored.

After all, it is different...

Miao Xuan was silent for a while, unable to laugh anymore, he put down the flute, arranged them one by one, and then said to the system: "Let's go."

No matter what kind of world it is, no matter how long-term the friendship is, separation is doomed from the very beginning, and he should have gotten used to it long ago.

Miao Xuan entered the big white cube again, and the phantoms of the heroes were arranged one by one. Compared with the last time, they looked more three-dimensional and real.

Except for the seal that was still sealed in front of Jing Ke, all the other heroes were in a state of waiting. Their gazes fell on Miao Xuan either gently, encouragingly, or scrutinizing, making him subconsciously straighten his back.

Miao Xuan walked up to Diao Chan, the assassin hero Diao Chan was half-floating obliquely on the ground, her eyes were full, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. She seemed to be smiling, but her eyes were extremely indifferent. This strange contrast made her even more excited. Charm, coupled with such a glamorous appearance, is indeed an elusive beauty.

Miao Xuan recalled his modeling of Diao Chan last time. At that time, he was amazed that the appearance of the model was better than Diao Chan himself, but now he realized that this was not the case at all.

The big white cube at the beginning should be incomplete, and the assassin heroes are also very modeled. At that time, Diao Chan looked more like a virtual model than a real person.

Maybe his big cube will evolve again in the future, and I don't know what kind of grand scene his hero pool will be at that time.

Miao Xuan took a deep breath: "I will choose Diao Chan, let's start."

The system reported loudly: [Diao Chan's request: Singing moon hovers in front of the lonely building, dancing shadows roam among the heroes*, the most beautiful woman in the world, I will do my part! 】

Diao Chan's request remained the same as Zhao Yun's. Miao Xuan didn't understand the meaning, but now he understands it, but the request still confuses him.

Hmm... the number one beauty, the criteria for judging are so vague...

The system comforted: [Brother Miao!Believe in Diao Chan's modeling! 】

Miao Xuan deeply agreed.

[Then there is no problem, we are going to start! 】The small system rejoiced, 【Please the hero complete the following tasks [-]. Arbitrarily assassinate a target [-]. Maintain the image of the hero. 】

White light flickered, and Miao Xuan disappeared in place.

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This is a pure white space.

Surging energy is enriched in this space, and these invisible energies are circling around the central point according to the prescribed orbit. If they radiate in the form of heat, then they are enough to smash a huge planet.

But these energies are just the aftermath. If their power is just the aftermath of the tide, then their core is the boundless ocean.

There is a small transparent bead in the center of the space. It is in the very center of the space and is a well-deserved center point.

Just like the relationship between atoms and nuclei, the pure white space and the energy hovering outside the small ball are huge appendages, while the real core is only this small ball.

This small ball also has its own name, it is named "melting furnace", and the pure white space it is in is "sub-temple". A heroic spirit resting in peace.

And today is undoubtedly a special day. This is the first festival of the sub-god after a hundred years. Today, a new sub-god will be born, and the whole Leto is looking at him.

A huge clock forged in imitation of bronze struck ten.

The six shadows entered the pure white space, they have thousands of different appearances, the only thing they have in common is that they are all men, but this is also a matter of no choice.

On the artificial planet Leto, there are no women.

The six shadows conversed in low voices, expecting their newborn companions kindly.

"He's about to be born."

"Is it a chimera, or an inheritor?"

"I don't know which aspect it is good at."

……

The Hong bell struck eleven times.

Another shadow appeared in the sub-shen temple, he looked like just a slender boy (already grown up), he had a young and delicate face, silver eyes were shining brightly, when he smiled, he could easily It will give people a shy and quiet impression.

The young man was wearing a black robe, and his long hair was also silver, only gradually settling into a faint blue at the end of the hair. This blue has a translucent texture, as if taken from the stardust in the universe, it is not the result of dyeing , which is the manifestation of energy after condensation.

The shadows stopped communicating, they respectfully called the same name with different tones, they said: "Father."

"You are all here." The boy nodded to them, "It's time, let us wait for the newborn child."

The bronze pointer moves on the bronze clock face, and it finally stops at the number twelve, which is both the end of everything and a new starting point, it is twelve, and it is also the "zero" of a new day.

A translucent blue shadow condensed in the center of the pure white space, he was half-floating on the small glass bead, his outline gradually became clear, even among sub-gods, that could be called a dreamy face .

Looking at the face of this shadow, the young man was stunned for a long time, then he smiled softly and announced loudly: "A new sub-god has been born! He is the successor with the power to open up territories, and his power will radiate here and there. In this universe, let us cheer for his birth."

The surrounding shadows applauded one after another, and the young man stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the shadow:

"Welcome back to this world, Mattes."