Chapter 47: Chapter 41: Doomsday Earth, Neighborhood Sandbox
Fu Qingjun truly suspected that Little Trumpet had a problem in her head, completely one-track-minded.
He really wanted to insert something into Little Trumpet’s brain to scan for any program errors, but was afraid that she’d directly kill him after going bald...
It’s hard to be a good person.
Fu Qingjun pondered for a moment and said, "Let the brothers start helping to find a shop, then we’ll open a watch shop... stop the business at the docks."
"So we’re not avenging this grievance?" Little Trumpet suddenly got serious.
Fu Qingjun felt there was really no grievance, he wasn’t the real person anyway.
But he hesitated, nodded, and said, "Don’t worry, we’ll take our time avenging this, we’ll take them down."
Since he inherited the identity, he naturally had to inherit the relationships too.
"Okay." Little Trumpet’s voice was firm, "I’ll have Second Brother help take a look. For something this big, the brothers will definitely need to discuss it."
Fu Qingjun nodded and looked at Little Trumpet again, thinking this person was sometimes smart, sometimes foolish.
Nevertheless, his Torrential Rain Pear Blossom Needle, the simple version, was nearly complete, and he started to have some self-defense capability.
After Little Trumpet left, very soon, a furniture store from across the street below brought up a new table. Fu Qingjun had them leave it at the door, then moved it inside.
"The table’s sorted, same as the previous model."
Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, closed the door to isolate himself from the world.
He glanced at the Ant Kingdom on the ruins, after a night’s adjustment, having gone through three or four centuries, it was gradually recovering.
Next, was to replace the table.
As for how to replace it, Fu Qingjun had a way, just drive them directly to Earth’s ruins, make them exploration teams, and establish a civilization there!
After all, the table was too small to hold them...
"Though, my mind can only spray out tens of thousands a day... but with their improved species, once charged, they can be used for a lifetime...."
"In other words, guessing this way, their species population could be born tens of thousands daily at maximum!"
"This way, their civilization of millions or tens of millions will spread across the entire room in the ruins, even the staircases outside, and even the entire apartment building complex, establishing their extraordinary expansive world!"
"The entire building outside will be their extraordinary world, a mythic world!"
"They will roam the skies and earth, and be surrounded by all sorts of mysterious foods, equipment, mysterious electronic devices, the land covered with spiritual treasures..."
And this new table, Fu Qingjun planned to use as a hub for the returning ants, and conveniently create a new sandbox for a Six Paths of Reincarnation, creating new species here.
However, the matter of the exploration team had to be carefully considered.
He picked up his pen again, jotting down a few notes,
"Firstly, in this world of the Demon Country, the three gods are ancient existences who represent the concept of all creation, I cannot walk among humans in their identity, I can only be the mysterious merchant who can traverse between countless high and low civilizations, trading everything in the world."
"Secondly, it would be best if I first explore the scene and confirm the initial environment on the other side, I can’t make the same mistake as Jiaxia again."
"Thirdly, radiation is very dangerous, not sure if it will cause mutations, but if I remember correctly, considering the previous night of reincarnation, it might become very dangerous at night, there could be casualties."
"Fourthly, have them bring back the skeletal remains of the pioneers, throw them into the sea of suffering for salvation, can’t leave their corpses unburied in the wilderness!"
...
Fu Qingjun continuously organized his thoughts, feeling there were no omissions, thus reopened the space tunnel, it seemed with the strengthening of his Spiritual Power, he could now open an entrance the size of a ballpoint pen.
Rustle.
A strand of Fu Qingjun’s hair lifted a dazed ant, skillfully inserting it.
Through the ant’s perspective, Fu Qingjun vaguely saw the blurry environment on the other side.
But the ant’s vision was extremely poor.
He held the ant camera like a snail’s eye, turning it around wildly, exploring for quite a while before confirming the environment on the other side.
It was indeed the room he had reincarnated in for seventeen years.
"As expected."
Fu Qingjun’s internal speculation was confirmed, "It seems that it’s daytime on the other side, not much different from when I left four or five days ago."
"However, the glass window is shattered, and the shockwave made a mess of the place."
"But clearly my area is not the center of a nuclear explosion, after a few days of radiation, the ants should be able to endure it."
"Also, if I enter over there, I should first get my phone, try to access the internet, check the current network status... but there’s a high chance that basic electricity and network facilities have failed."
Furthermore, things like phones and computers are too large to bring over, this tunnel is too small, can only let an ant through.
...
The era of the Sun Dynasty had ended.
On the ruins, people rebuilt new nations.
The God Race and Demon Race completely declined.
The Human Race made the right bet, the foundations of the other two races were exhausted, while the Human Race still retained enough strength, for a time the entire century entered the era of the Human Race.
Back then, that human boy who observed everything, Antos, he became the earth, the first to again cross into the state of unity of essence, energy, and spirit, a Grandmaster.
However, even with such grand power, he did not boldly proclaim himself as a god like his predecessors, but rather claimed the title of Emperor, Emperor Antos.
The era entered the age of rulers.
The Mechanical Dynasty of an era.
He fully ascended, industriously governing, diligently researching mechanical structures, creating various crafts, completely crushing the God and Demon races!
The second era.
He led in building a giant mechanical clock tower, mechanical war chariots, Myriad Phenomena Celestial Palace City, one after another colossal world-class mechanical wonders stood upon the earth.
"From this point on, the profession of forging arts was termed as mechanical engineering!"
"The mechanics, graded by the sophistication of their craftsmanship!"
The wise observer, eternal envoy of mechanical energy, Emperor Antos!
This is how the world praises him.
The era of mechanical civilization had completely begun.
A large number of mechanics started to emerge.
They held crossbows, and even began to create a massive box-shaped hidden weapon, with axles at the bottom for propulsion, from which a barrage of needles would shoot out, their power unstoppable.
The two races of gods and demons began to be suppressed, and martial arts started to decline!
The bow and arrow of ordinary mortals could easily kill powerful martial artists who had trained for countless years.
Humans began to lose interest in martial arts, becoming obsessed with mechanical manufacturing, marveling at its endless mysteries.
Some humans in the Bone Realm proclaimed,
"The world submits, all bow to Emperor Antos alone!"
No one dared to voice dissent.
Then some strong beings from the Muscle Weight Realm loudly declared:
"Medicine, martial arts, and mechanics—mechanics are the number one under the heavens!"
For a time, no gods or demons dared to contradict.
Everyone knew that beneath the three unknowable existences, an Ancient God from outside this realm, a being with independent will, had descended upon this land to impart knowledge of medicine, martial arts, and mechanics.
Some mortal mechanics loudly proclaimed,
"Master the path of mechanics, and even in a mortal body, one can slaughter the Celestial Gods!"
The gods and demons who once ruled the mortal realm, repeatedly bullied by increasingly lower-class mortals, no longer dared to speak out.
They once shone, once eternally governed the entire land, overlooking countless ancient epochs, now reduced to pitiful wise beasts enslaved by the trends.
"You are too arrogant!"
A powerful son of a god had just broken through, his snake head and human body handsome and slender, exuding a terrifying martial arts aura. If placed in the old days, he would surely be a celestial deity, standing outright, angrily declaring: "The path of mechanics is a heretical path! It relies on external objects! Medicine and martial arts are the true paths!"
"Medicine is the study of the body’s structure and development of potential!"
"Martial arts are skills, waging war with weapons!"
He roared, asserting these as the two foundational paths.
Pff!
Shh!!
And then, a powerful mechanical crossbow troop stepped forth, unleashing a volley.
This powerful grandmaster leapt and vaulted over walls several times, yet immediately got caught in a horrific crossfire, with no place to escape, and was riddled like a beehive, collapsing to the ground.
"He has a point!"
"Take him back for dissection, to study the ’Ancient God’s’ physiological functions. He reminded us, we should not easily abandon the path of medicine!" said a mechanic holding a crossbow.
Fu Qingjun watched this scene, remaining silent for a few seconds.
This is the progression of history...
His trade of various metals led to the age of iron weaponry and metal civilization, far surpassing the wooden civilization, directly ruling the world.
"If it continues this way, it really will go down the path of mechanical industrialization." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath. Although he’s establishing production lines, this is not what he desires.
Is my Martial Arts Fourth Realm gone again?
The road to godhood!
Fu Qingjun felt pained, he wanted to develop an extraordinary cultivation system, and then cultivate himself to transcend...
However, it doesn’t matter.
Once he opens up the instance world—the room on Earth’s ruins, even the entire neighborhood.
Metal will hold an equal position.
The two races of gods and demons will surely rise with the aid of metals.
"However, even with the rise of mechanical civilization, there are still some problems; figuring out how to harness martial arts is crucial," Fu Qingjun took a deep breath. Rescuing people in Earth’s apocalyptic ruins, it’s clear technology isn’t useful, after all, even nuclear weapons have been used...
Martial arts still needs to be developed.
....
Woo woo woo.
The descendants of gods and demons howled in lament.
"Why won’t that foreign god trade with us?"
"Those damned creatures of the earth, mechanics!"
"Our wisdom is no less than theirs, why isn’t it ours?"
They uttered on the earth, bitterness in their hearts.
Then, an ant descended to the ground, gazing at the gods and demons of the barbaric tribe before it.
In an instant, the god and demon progeny across the land felt a sense of reverence and submission, as though encountering the legendary Immortal Gods.
Who is this?
"Are you the legendary nameless foreign god?"
An aged god and demon stepped forth, excitedly speaking.
Fu Qingjun smiled benevolently, yet his expression held a faint coldness, as if suspended in the eternal blue sky, he spoke softly: "I am a merchant traversing various worlds, trading life, wealth, power, civilization, and faith... I want to make a deal with you, are you willing?"