Waste Strong Foundation

[March 3.I calm down.I also had to accept reality.Here is a habitable planet that has not yet been discovered. ]

[March 3.Danju (the name is very old-fashioned that my mother would love).I was infected with malaria last week, and the place is so savage that the priest tried to cure me with a soup made of several weeds and insect droppings, so I didn't get the diary back until today.I have five pens in my knapsack, and I intend to write down the important things, lest I gradually forget civilization and indulge in barbarism. ]

[March 3.The fever went away.Incredible. ]

[April 4.I think my father will make a move, he loses me and must keep the other. ]

[April 4.Danzhu hired me as a doctor (?), but I didn't agree. I have to think about the future. ]

[April 4.They caught a red carp weighing eight hundred catties!This world is completely different from what I imagined! ]

[April 4.Sick again.But this is because I am learning the so-called supernatural powers.Well, start with fasting and bloodletting. ]

[May 5.Two months ago I would never have imagined that I would aspire to be a magic wand. ]

[May 5rd.It turns out that Homo sapiens are just ordinary people who are born with the supernatural power of "one thought, one hundred responses". ]

[May 5.Danzhu finally asked me why I could listen to and read their language.Haha, that's a long story.In fact, I haven't figured it out...why when I was planning to escape, I encountered an escape plan that seemed to be tailor-made for me.He is a very ordinary-looking tall man. He provided the spaceship and implanted two translation chips for me in advance... wait a minute. ]

[September 9.Maybe September 1nd.The priest is dead.I was driven to the shelf and took over the priest's tortoise shell.This period of time was very busy, and the things I experienced were too weird and absurd. I was too tired to have time to light a fire and write—maybe in another two months, I don’t even remember how to read and write Interstellar Common Language.I suspect I'm on the verge of a plan that might be used by him in the future. ]

[September 9.Danzhu got the artifact of Zhulong, three bronze mirrors and a book.This book!strangeness! ]

[September 9.Birthday.I'm going to team up with Danju - I have nowhere to go after all.Candle Dragon's book records the method of summoning a small god. To me, the god is just some imagination, or just treat it as a living animal, and it is completely feasible to kill the god. ]

[October 10.I dreamed about my father, but I almost couldn't remember his name. This is normal. Reading Candle Dragon's artifact had many subtle and dangerous effects on my body.I also dreamed that my younger brother was sitting in the car watching the tiger that jumped on the car. ]

[November 11.Snowing.Many people died. ]

[December 12.Next spring, we'll try to hunt some spirits raised by the gods and see if we can! ]

[June 6.My blood is still boiling, and I can't write calmly at all.Tomorrow, tomorrow! ]

[June 6.I was wrong, the gods are the science of this world, and the sudden voice of the Father God made me shudder.But I still think that I have an equal relationship with the gods. He gives us some food, and we help him-he hasn't said yet. ]

[September 9.The effect of killing God this time...Dan Zhu was very satisfied, saying that he dreamed of Di Jun.All right, as long as he is happy. ]

[September 9.Birthday.Even had white hair.Fourth day of stomach pain. ]

[October 10 slaves died.When the caravan arrives, buy more. ]

[April 4.This time I also dreamed of Di Jun!it's him!Could it be that he is not only the god of this planet, but also the god of the universe?How did he appear on Central Star?If the gods have always existed, what exactly is our inherited knowledge and history. ]

[April 4.Insomnia for two days.I can not sleep.I was excited and scared that I might become an accomplice in the future. ]

[April 4.I remembered that he was very clear that I was not the only child in the family. When I mentioned that my brother had reminded me of my father's decision, he had a strange smile on his face.But I can't leave here.I must die.Ha ha. ]

[May 5.By gods, is it possible for me to be the protagonist of the story? ]

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[February 2.Maybe March.who cares.My body began to rot, first the blood vessels, then the internal organs. ]

[May.After waking up from the dream, the figure of my younger brother was still in front of my eyes—he was tall, very white and thin, and he wore a court torture device on his wrist.This is indeed a dream, I think my father would never allow him to enter the political arena with such a thin, gentle, and dazed image.So he is not my brother, but myself?My mother said "returning to the light", and recently I have frequently dreamed about my teenage years. Could it be that I...]

[June.Another 6 days passed.I regret.I faintly feel what I have done these years...]

[July.You can't survive, you can't die.Floods everywhere.I still suspect that my brother is on this planet.Unfortunately, my body does not allow me to do divination.If I'm right, then I'll make it up a bit...the gods are just people like me. ]

[July.I may not be the main character of the story, but that's exactly what happened, the neglected me--]

[July.Let his stories that haven't happened yet sink in. ]

[If someone who does archaeology like my mother...digged my grave, please...]

The crooked words end here.

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The notebook, which is known as a high-quality product and has a 30-year shelf life without yellowing, feels light in the hand.

Some pages had obvious water stains, dried blood stains, or grass bug eggs or something like that.

Shang Yuan finished reading Shi Rongyu's diary, his Adam's apple slipped, and said in a deep voice, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Fei Mingqiu: "It's like my brother has gradually forgotten my name. I watched him being buried in cinnabar, and I just thought... is this really my brother? Or is it a symbol of regret that I entrusted? But before he died, he specifically mentioned Me, it made me... terrified again."

His voice got lower and lower.

When Zhulong appeared, the people all knelt down and worshiped. They were following Zhulong's command to clean up the altar and hand over the remains of the mountain spirits killed before.

The two of them sat on the hillside to warm themselves by the fire and get rid of dampness.

The ghost mother was cooking medicine by the side, stirring the clay pot viciously, as if someone forced her to take poison and kill herself.

With the rustling mountain wind and the flickering lights of the fire, Shang Yuan looked at Fei Mingqiu quietly, "There is no need to panic. He is always your brother."

Fei Mingqiu was silent for a while, and said with a sneer, "That's right. Tens of thousands of years are gone in a blink of an eye, and a few years of memory are nothing."

The ghost mother pinched her nose and fanned the wind, and rolled her eyes, "What are you hypocritical! Let me have a look at the diary. How did you get involved with Di Jun?"

Shang Yuan: "This should be a story written by Di Jun."

The ghost mother understood, "What do you mean - the life of my brother's brother from beginning to end is written in Dijun Taishi's First Book?"

Fei Mingqiu looked stern, nodded and said: "Di Jun made up a story that spans the time and space of the universe, and even wrote himself in it. The Taishi pen is an artifact forged in the extremely dark place of Kunlun Mountain. It is evil and invincible. A lunatic who loves to make up stories can write any bizarre plot when he goes crazy. He is the supreme father god, with the blessing of Taishi pen, it is possible for the mortal body to appear on the distant central star."

The ghost mother frowned and drank the medicine, and said, "It's so bitter! Then tell me, who is the protagonist of this story?"

Shang Yuan changed his sitting position, "What do you think?"

The ghost mother sneered, and looked at Fei Mingqiu, "Dan Zhu summoned his elder brother in the northern Central Plains, and it was Di Jun who was behind—"

Fei Mingqiu: "No. I think I was summoned here from the Kingdom of the White People. This part may have been expected by Di Jun, and it can also be said to be his assumption about the development of the next story. But he did not expect it Shang Yuan is still alive, and he took away [-]% of his divine power. As for my brother asking Dan Zhu to move the bronze mirror of Zhulong to the riverside to sacrifice... This is probably not the plot of the story that Di Jun imagined."

The ghost mother smiled and said nothing.

She gulped down a jar of medicine, shivered twice and suddenly changed her personality, and sighed coldly:

"I knew Di Jun was going to kill you."

She spoke seriously, lowering her head and stroking the palm of her missing little finger, "But I'm afraid he will deal with me first. My madness is helpless."

The candle dragon in front was coaxed by the pious sacrifices of the people, and waved and released fireworks all over the sky.

The purple-blue fireworks landed in the pupils of the ghost mother.

She looked up at the fireworks, "Shi Rong and a mortal dare to risk his life with Di Jun. I suppress all the evil spirits in the ghost mansion. I am greedy for life and afraid of death. I would rather take mad medicine to guard Taishibi's illusion for him to spoil you." I don’t dare to scold him for killing mortals, it’s a stupid thing for scum to do!”

Fei Mingqiu seemed to have expected it a long time ago, nodded and said: "But now you have got the Taishi pen...Mother Earth."

Shang Yuan also hummed inaudibly.

The ghost mother was startled, and two blushes of innocence appeared on her oval face.

Her madness is still not cured, half of her face is as calm as frost and snow, and the other half is flickering with frenzy, she murmured: "With my current god level, the day of refining Taishibi is the time when my body dies and my soul disappears. In the mansion of ghosts, death is nothing to be afraid of, I only wish to burn all conspiracy stories, and return to heaven, earth and human beings to be free! Even if this is the case, it is not in vain for mortals to respectfully call me the mother of the earth, and the children and grandchildren will worship my face."

In the early morning of the second day, 500 players dragged their tired bodies back to Yanchi to go offline.

The ones rushing to upload game screen recordings and screenshots, the ones crackling to answer questions from players in the group, and the ones laying on the bed and ordering takeaway...

Charlo is one of the second-test players who ordered takeout.

A friend asked him that his WeChat account for this update reached 99+. Charlo didn't bother to read it, so he clicked on the voice and replied: "Oh, that's it."

[What is that!You don't need Versailles, old Cha! ]

[? ? ? ]

[I didn't sleep all night, so you just said this?Smelly brother (fist)]

Charlo said perfunctorily to the phone: "I'm fucking starving to death, I'll tell you after I eat something."

Because he was interested in holographic games, he watched the live broadcast of "Trash" for two months, and then he was lucky enough to be qualified for the internal test.

But recently the game is full of floods——

It’s hard to update a new map of a southern tribe, hey, it’s changed, it’s all sea water!Rainy days are so annoying!

After all, a little, a little...

Let's talk about farming, practicing skills, hunting, weaving, building, main and branch plots... nothing more than these contents.

After all, "Waste" is an immature game with a primitive tribal background.

It can be seen that the planning has added a lot of supernatural elements, and the operation has also worked hard to give benefits to enhance the stickiness of the game, which should be the limit.

Last night's team fight was fun and exciting beyond expectations, but after the excitement, it brought more emptiness and exhaustion.

This feeling is familiar to him who is known as the game locust:

No matter how good the game is, every time I play it in the middle and late stages, my enthusiasm will be almost exhausted, and I will not want to play at all after two days.

Charlo rubbed the marks on the corners of his eyes that were drawn by the VR glasses, ordered a bowl of Xinjiang fried rice noodles, and ordered a milk porridge.

While picking celery, he watched other players start a live broadcast to recall last night's team battle, and suddenly heard the anchor shout excitedly:

"Fuck!"

The barrage was delayed for a few seconds, and it was filled with question marks and exclamation marks.

[Update 20210717: Player @学生生物死路一一持triggers a special storyline with the new NPC Candle Dragon. Candle Dragon, who was sincerely praised for his clothing, decided to provide venues, NPCs and prizes to hold the "Waste" 2021 Summer Competition. Players are sincerely invited to sign up. ...]

Charlo picked out all the celery that he didn't like, wiped off his sweat, and looked at the unfinished experiment report piled up on the corner of the table.

Um?Isn't he the one called [Student Biological Dead End]?

Good guy, it's "on TV"!