I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 295 Potential Solutions

A small town in Persia.

Makarian looked at the desert with long yellow sand in the distance, a straight road with no end in sight, and drones patrolling back and forth along the road.

The small towns built along the road maintain more primitive living habits. They use primitive tools to plant drought-tolerant crops in the desert environment, and use every drop of water with great care.

A place that is more like a blacksmith's shop than a repair shop represents the most advanced productivity.

There are no cameras, no radios, and the only source of electricity is the solar street lights on that road.

This is a test area for players to adapt to this world in the temporary plan. Everything here can be consumed, and no one cares.

But now, there doesn't seem to be much point here, these testers were exposed from the start.

They originally planned to log in to [-] testers at a time, so that they could avoid the prying eyes of the outside world and learn basic social rules.

Because of the war fear of the pioneers, they lost the largest body warehouse and lost 90.00% of the high-grade body, so the entire closed test had to start early.

Makarian doesn't want to invest more negative emotions in this matter. He is counting his losses. The first batch of testers who entered this world was a total of 170 people, and [-] of them died in that encounter. .

Among the 170 casualties, 82 people really died, and they all died from Tang Ji's direct injury.

Mrs. Generosity may not care about such a disastrous number of deaths, but Makarian can't. He has to write a detailed report and submit it.

There are seriously insufficient number of pioneers who are responsible for guiding those newcomers outside, but these testers are either hungry and thirsty people who have not descended to another world for a long time, or marginal people who have no qualifications to apply for descending. The only thing in common is that they are all extremely excited .

"Ha! Look at my ability!" A man wearing only underwear pulled out the only electric pole in the town from the ground, and tore off the wires connected to the street lights under the horrified eyes of the town residents. Then he threw it on the house next to him.

On the other side, a player lit a group of father and son selling vegetables on the street with flames, with an ecstatic expression on their faces, and shouted excitedly.

A player with the ability to fly took off three or four meters out of thin air, and flew towards the road tremblingly, immediately attracting the attention of several drones.

Under the unscrupulous high-pressure policy of the Petrochemical Federation, these drones are not equipped with intelligent friend-or-foe identification systems at all, and there is no warning. They will directly attack everything that enters the airspace.

In the fierce gunfire, the player fell from the sky screaming, but the drone relentlessly surrounded him and set him on fire with a flamethrower.

These drones were attacked by more players in an instant, and they were destroyed after only a few seconds, but more drones were gathering here from farther away.

A player broke into a house with a woman in his arms and planned to study the folklore here in depth, but the male owner shot his head from the side with an old rifle.

In the next second, the whole house collapsed in a shock, and the player who caused the earthquake just wanted to test his ability, and as a result, half a block was destroyed, and even himself was buried in the ruins.

In the minutes that Makarian was preparing to write his report, the players destroyed a third of the town's buildings, killing hundreds of residents, and adding a dozen more to their own casualties.

Makarian threw the electronic board in his hand on the wall, closed the window, and planned to wait for these people to get over the excitement before rectifying order. As for now, let the pioneers have a headache.

He understood those testers very well. After all, this was a brand new world, and even Makarian himself was very curious about his abilities.

Makarian looked at his hands, with streaks of lightning lingering around his fingertips, breaking free from his restraints from time to time, leaving tree-like scorched marks on the wooden table.

He stretched out a finger and poked holes in the table with only physical strength, as easily as poking butter.

The corner of Makarian's mouth couldn't help showing a smile. He has found the joy of this world. This is definitely the easiest time to gain power among the many worlds he has experienced.

There is no need to hold any ceremony, no need to gain experience points, no need to learn or exercise, to constantly challenge yourself, but to gain power for free and randomly, which is so satisfying.

Moreover, he can obtain more different powers without paying any price. Makarian opened the cryogenic box brought to him by the pioneers, looked at the blood potions of greed neatly inside, and began to read the manuals of different abilities. Indulge in the thrill of gaining power.

Tang Ji is probably the person in the world who can best understand Makarian's mood at this time.

He had just bloodbathed the cluster of players who didn't understand anything. Those players were as vulnerable as foreign tourists visiting Night City for the first time, completely defenseless.

Compared with those pioneers, these players are like death squads, daring to face Tang Ji's guns, one after another, Tang Ji fired all the ammunition for the prelude, but failed to suppress the fanaticism of those players.

They came in a hurry and died in a hurry, leaving Tang Ji with a 'inheritance' of as much as [-] points and a dazzling variety of abilities.

These new players are not like the pioneers, who have four abilities per person, and almost everyone has one [cancer recovery]. The abilities of these people are all original abilities, and most of them have great potential.

Tang Ji alone cannot be exchanged, and there are five abilities that are completely incompatible with other abilities. Many abilities have a degree of specificity that even a veteran like Tang Ji has never seen.

Tang Ji didn't know what ability to choose for a while. He didn't know how many additional abilities he could bear. The only thing he could be sure of was that the limit was not far away, maybe one, maybe two.

In this case, for the optimal combination, Tang Ji was going to fully confess his situation with Wu Qianying, and let smart people help him find the optimal solution.

From a certain point of view, the behavior of the pioneers hunting high-end bodies has greatly suppressed the speed of the emergence of the group of superhumans.

If all the superhumans with advanced abilities in the body warehouse ran outside, maybe they would have already occupied a certain free state and established their own country.

Tang Ji watched the penguins swooping ashore from the iceberg in the distance, warming their hands around the campfire, and they were waiting for Wang Zhengdao to recover.

Down there is a superhuman who can implant spiritual needles in people's brains, and keeps placing spiritual needles in their brains, which is why Wang Zhengdao and Soult keep having headaches.

The flame of hatred can clean up those invisible thorns, but Lao Wang has suffered too much mental damage, and his whole body is a little sluggish, he needs to rest.

Vicky is taking care of him, and Pharaoh takes a lot of tranquilizers as a meal to relieve pain. Although this kind of irregular medication can easily lead to addiction, this is a war, and no one is so hypocritical.

Anthony gave Wang Zhengdao a plan for the next full month of recuperation, using chemotherapy to wash away the pollution brought by today.

But everyone knows that the war has heated up since today, and no one can rest for a whole month.

In the igloo that Shadow had just built, Halfhand was soaked in 37-degree warm salt water, waiting for the flesh and blood to recover. Anthony just gave him the treatment needle of the Walter Group, and is now observing the repair situation.

The treatment needles of the Walter Group are very effective. I am afraid that the life of the Lazarus Group will not be too easy in the future. Their expensive restoration equipment is now completely a big toy.

"Gluttony ran away, and players are here. It seems that the world doesn't favor us." Mikkelsen roasted a piece of whale meat on the campfire. There was a lot of whale meat stored in the camp, all of which were prepared for Gluttony.

"The people below are all cannon fodder. They don't understand anything, so they are easy to deal with." Tang Ji bent his fingers, and a penguin stood less than 20 meters away from them and observed them silently, as if hesitating. Don't come here and ask for a drink.

"But they are still players, no one can kill them except you, and they will soon grow through experience." Mikkelsen smiled bitterly: "And they don't know your specialness at all, There is no fear of you, they are fools kept in the dark, no one cares about their life and death, and your deterrence is decreasing."

"It seems that you need to work more overtime. I need information on high-value targets." Tang Ji picked up a piece of frozen whale meat and threw it far away. It just hit the penguin's head, scaring the little guy away.

"Everything I see now seems to be caused by supernatural abilities. Maybe someone is secretly manipulating behind that penguin." Tang Ji watched the penguin go away before continuing.

He has the ability [Animal Affinity] in his relic library, an ability that cannot be selected and is completely independent of its own system, and the exchange price is as high as [-] points.

Tang Ji couldn't see the use of this ability at all. If it wasn't for ensuring the balance of the ecological circle, it would be a question of how many animals are left on the earth.

"Keep your vigilance, because your worry is necessary." Mikkelsen chewed the roasted whale meat hard: "I caught 42 superhuman spies from major companies last quarter, and one jealous puppet."

Speaking of this, Mikkelsen was silent for a while: "We can't let the other seven original sins be ostriches. This is a waste of resources."

"I can act as your thug, and you take care of the rest." Tang Ji knew his strengths and weaknesses: "But if I find out that you have any intention of surrendering, I will kill you."

"It's not easy to kill me. If you are lucky, you can kill me 96 times before you can attend my funeral. If you are unlucky, you have to kill the last person in the world to get rid of me." Mikkelsen will eat half of it Throwing the whale meat aside, he looked around and lowered his voice: "I have a somewhat extreme solution, and Wu Qianying should have guessed a little bit. In order to avoid misunderstanding, I'm going to tell you a little bit first."

"Solution?" Tang Ji likes this word, but he knows that if it can be evaluated as a bit extreme by someone like Mikkelsen, then this plan is definitely anti-human.

"That's right, let our world completely get rid of those players' solutions." Several other Mikkelsen spread around intentionally or unintentionally, making sure that no one could hear their conversation.

"A think tank group under me has been studying the relationship between players and the needs of this world, and has gained a little." Mikkelsen looked at Tang Ji and asked: "First, we must reach a consensus. Once players land in our world on a large scale, We lost the war, do you agree?"

Tang Ji stared at Mikkelsen, trying to find the answer in the other's eyes, but the other was as calm as if he was talking about stocks with him.

"I" Tang Ji was about to answer when Mikkelsen interrupted him: "7000 people, this is the number my think tank group got, once the total number of players exceeds 7000, we completely lose the initiative , was deprived of even the opportunity to choose self-destruction."

"Why 7000 people?" Tang Ji admitted, his curiosity was hooked.

"I don't want to explain the calculation process to you, I'm afraid you can't understand it with your understanding." Mikkelsen said without mercy, he continued: "You just need to know, at least for now, we still have the last one. The trump card is to turn the tables and say goodbye to this damn world."

Based on the fact that a nuclear explosion had just occurred not far away, Tang Ji immediately understood the meaning of this flipping the table.

"Before most of the members of my think tank group chose to kill themselves, they once advised me to choose the right time to take the initiative to lift the table. If the angle is right and the action is careful enough, maybe some seeds will be left under the ruins." Mikkelsen also roasted his hands, but his fingertips were blackened due to being too close, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Those players, they are here for entertainment. If you don't use you, maybe you won't even use the word war." Mikkelsen's voice was low and depressed: "They come here, some of them are here to experience exotic customs. , Some people are here to satisfy their appetites, while others are just here to vent their emotions."

"And all of this is based on the fact that this world is based on a mass of exquisite porcelain. No one wants to vent their emotions in a garbage dump, do you understand what I mean?" Mikkelsen's eyes were a little distorted, not so much in Asking Tang Ji back, it is better to say that he is talking to himself.

"That solution is divided into hundreds of different stages and goals. It will take several years to complete all the preparations. Once it starts, the impact will be permanent. Even if we have a one-in-ten thousand chance of winning the war in the end, we can only Eat this bitter fruit." Mikkelsen's tone slowly became urgent: "But if we don't start, when the last moment comes, we can only choose to completely overturn the table and prove that we will never be slaves."

"How should I choose Tang Ji? Choose to win or die, or prepare silently in pain?"

(End of this chapter)