Civilization of the Stars: I loaded the mod

Chapter 52 Peace Ambassador
In the black box chat room and coffee shop, everyone was writing hard, resembling candidates taking notes before the exam.

After about four or 10 minutes, Ke Xicai withdrew the ciphertext after writing it, leaving only a draft panel on the ground, drawing 'obscure' symbols.

Seeing that the sixteen manuscript papers were full, it finally came to an end.

Ma Dongmei rubbed her tiger's mouth, then collapsed on the sofa, gasping for breath, as if wearing a mask of pain.

"You call this... plain and easy to understand?"

The entire technology has been densely copied to the drawing board from the other side, and has been triple-encrypted by the Lost Empire, Greek cuisine, and his scribbled fonts.

The only response to him was Ke Xicai's disdainful eyes, as if a schoolmaster despises a schoolboy.

"Don't worry, after one layer is decrypted, there will be piles of formulas, as long as they don't slip through the net of compulsory education, they will be solved soon."

"But I'm not a mathematics department!!" Ma Dongmei's eyes were lost, and she wanted to cry without tears.

Call out the long snake-like formula that you can decrypt at will, and show it to the group of friends.

Cry to death, can't understand at all.

Even if you look at it separately, you don't know everything, and it's even more incomprehensible when combined.

Mathematics, since I broke up peacefully when I was in higher education, I thought the farewell would be forever, but I was so embarrassed when we met again.

"Help~ Can someone translate for me~"

There was a wail, and I felt someone tap my shoulder.

Ma Dongmei turned her head to look, the hostess had a brotherly look on her face, and she was a little moved in her heart.

Hold fast to this life-saving straw.

"Brother, don't be afraid!"

"Psionic theory is the core theory of idealism. You must believe in the power of the mind. The more you believe that you can do it, the stronger your brain power will be."

"Sometimes, people don't know how good they are until they push themselves."

After a few words of encouragement, the hostess pulled out the tightly pulled clothes, patted her buttocks and left without looking back....

Ma Dongmei was left slumped on the sofa, occupying the position of the two of them, surrounded by an aura of resentment.

On the side, Gu Du's forehead was overflowing with black lines, but he had no choice but to take over the right to speak, and interjected in a moderate tone.

"If you don't understand, you can find me. I still have a master's degree in several branches of mathematics."

He doesn't have a high master's degree, but he doesn't have much to offer.

After all, he is only a 21-year-old kid, and he graduated early and got a few more degrees from Huaxia University.

Gentle and confident, he instantly became the brightest cub, involuntarily attracting the attention of the audience.

Knocking on the table, Wang Hao announced again.

"Now enter the communication session, if you have any questions, or want to say, you can share."

Hearing that the second session was coming, the group of friends put away the cipher text, and the sixteen drafts on the huge table were swept away in an instant.

Although their gathering is not a formal event, there is still a basic orderliness and primary and secondary relationships.

Let's talk about business first, and then talk about anecdotes.

Finally, free activities, open black, have fun, play mahjong, play cards, gossip, chat about life.

"It's still me!" Ke Xicai raised his arm with a smirk and snatched the right to speak.

"I'm here, and there's a big news, everyone must be very interested." He spoke slowly and drew a big cake, whetting everyone's appetite, and then changed the tone.

"The fly in the ointment is that it is not fidelity."

"Then don't say it. If you spread rumors, you will be banned by the hostess." The mysterious cat rolled his eyes angrily.

In her opinion, every time the magic stick sounds irresponsible, it doesn't mean to say something serious.

"Um..." Ke Xicai scratched his head and laughed twice: "I promise, this matter concerns everyone."

After hearing this, the others suppressed their eagerness to rush to answer. Since Kexicai has said so, it would be inappropriate to rush again.

Ke Xicai spread his hands, leaned on the table, and swallowed hard, as if what he was about to say was shocking.

"Don't be afraid of what I'm going to say next!"

"We are players, we will not be afraid, please tell me." The skirt owner frowned and replied solemnly.

"We players, Superman may appear."

"Superman?" The hostess was slightly stunned, but her mind hadn't turned around yet.

"Which one is Superman?"

"It's not anyone, it's the group of players with superpowers." Ke Xicai deliberately emphasized the word 'superpower'.

"Nani!" Ma Dongmei's eyes widened, and she shouted slang in shock.

Most of the people present looked at me and I looked at you, a little unbelievable.

Superpowers, Superman?

It's the kind that likes to bask in the sun, or it can control fire and spray water.

"Tell me in detail." Gudu cast his gaze at him, signaling to stop talking nonsense, and quickly present the evidence to get to the point.

Ke Xicai suddenly understood, rummaged through the photo albums, and finally put out photos and put them on the table to share one by one, attracting everyone's attention.

It was a report about the player going to the hospital.

Ma Dongmei slipped over curiously and looked carefully.

A college student had a severe sore throat, and found a shadow in the area after arriving at the hospital.

During the laryngoscopy examination, an unknown object in the throat was stimulated. The college student spewed a line of flames on the spot, burned the hose, and confessed his identity as a player afterwards.

Scholars now generally believe that his body was influenced by unknown stars, and a mutated organ was produced in his body, corresponding to the [Dragon's Breath] trait of his civilized race.

Once the theory in the conjecture stage has been discussed, many previously neglected details have been rediscovered and studied.

Including idealist players, began to doubt the existence of ghosts.A grumpy pacifist player who begins to control his emotions.

After reading the whole article, Ma Dongmei showed off the muscles that Xiu might have.

"You mean we're going to end up like our own race?"

"For example, with a strong trait, the player will become a muscular man?"

The traits of the race are various, the most common ones being [strong][intelligent][adaptable].

Be more magical, [Dragon Breath] releases a fire storm, and [Position Control] manipulates the local magnetic field.

Ke Xicai thought for a moment but shook his head, not quite agreeing with his point of view. "Remember the Stars Store?"

Suddenly mentioning the store that is desperate for cohesion, many people present looked weird.

In a sense, half of the status of the stars in the eyes of the Blue Stars is set off by the store.

Players can refresh products in it, ranging from alien snacks to life expectancy in reality and the ascension of civilization. Among them are products with specific characteristics. For example, if your race has intelligence traits, your real body will be possessed by synchronism after purchase. Intelligent traits.

But unfortunately, the refresh rate of such products is extremely low and the price is expensive.

"I seriously doubt that it's a painting." A group friend who was extremely wrong said angrily.

His Qunxing store is like a civilian department store, except for Yixing's daily necessities for humans, there are only snacks and toys.

The group of friends here understands everything, the eyes observe the nose, the nose observes the mouth, and the mouth observes the heart.

Gu Du closed his mouth tightly and touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

It seems that there is no fifth price below 1K in my refresh list...

"If you want to truly evolve, you still have to buy traits for yourself in the store."

Ke Xicai patted the group of friends on the shoulder to comfort them and continued to explain.

"Actually, the trait [Dragon's Breath] is described as a devastating flame storm, but the foreign object in the throat of the college student player has stopped developing, and his dragon's breath...is at best a lighter."

"That is to say, the player's body and even his mind will gradually move closer to the civilization you have, in a limited way."

Hearing that there are restrictions on such changes, the group of friends felt relieved.

Some people worry about changing their personality and not being like themselves, while others fear certain negative traits.

The traits are not all positive, the most common negative traits [stupid] [early death] [disgusting], if you really want to integrate 100% into them, it's still good to retreat alive.

There are at least thousands of traits shared by players in the forum, such as [living dead] [blind man] [deformed] [rotten body]
"Hahaha, don't be so pessimistic, the characteristics of the vast majority of players are still very normal, and don't you think the change in thinking is amazing?"

Mengsong was happy, and encouraged with a smile: "Since it is a limited change, it means that we can control whether we want to change or not."

"correct!"

With an exclamation, the mysterious cat seemed to have thought of something, covered its mouth with both hands, and said in disbelief.

"Wouldn't it be, Ke Xicai, you will really become a magic stick in the future!?"

When Ma Dongmei heard this, she slapped the table and laughed wildly on the spot. The jokes in the past might become reality.

"Hahaha! The magic stick is really a magic stick now."

The corner of Ke Xicai's mouth twitched and asked: "Then what about you, an extreme militaristic xenophobic? The ultimate war criminal?"

The group of friends immediately thought about the thoughts, types, and changes of their own empire.

"I've learned a lot of technical theories of civilization recently, and it's not as boring as it used to be." The speaker was Baike Quanshu, extreme materialism.

The mysterious cat who raised the topic smiled strangely. "Crap, I'm going to be a capitalist, my empire type is [ruthless capitalist]."

Gu Du blinked his eyes and said something quietly.

"So I will be the peace ambassador~"

　The racial characteristics of this chapter feed back reality, which has been paved in Chapter 15

　　I wanted to throw out this setting for a long time, but it suffocated me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)