Chapter 48: Chapter 42: War of Ruins, Creation of Races
"We are willing!"
The tribespeople of the entire tribe all knelt down on the ground simultaneously.
Their faces were incredibly excited.
This was the legendary god!
It was precisely because of this god’s gift that those hateful Human Race Mechanical Dynasty...
Fu Qingjun held his hands behind his back and said blandly, "I can open a tunnel of a secret realm for you, temporarily leading to an endless high-level world. Any resources, you may take as you wish."
A secret realm?
A high-level world?
They were dumbfounded, shocked in place.
They had known before that the ancient God of Jiaxia, due to being too powerful, had to leave this world. Could it be that the world they are going to is... ??
"What an incredible opportunity this is!!" said an elderly leader, stepping forward tremblingly with respect. "Then, what price do we need to pay?"
Fu Qingjun smiled, speaking lightly, "Craft the machinery I desire for me."
"This is..." They exclaimed excitedly.
This is simply an immense opportunity, yet almost with no cost!
This is named a price, but in reality, it is the grant of tremendous opportunity, allowing them to rise....
The elder seemed to thoroughly understand, tears streaming down, moistening his eyes.
"The world passage opens once every eight centuries, allowing return to this world." Fu Qingjun said lightly, "The machinery I require, I shall inform you afterward."
Fu Qingjun slowly departed.
The remaining tribespeople were extremely excited,
"Who exactly is this foreign deity, and why do they treat our world so graciously?"
"His favor to us, granting us a new civilization, will be unforgettable for all eternity!!"
The surrounding tribesmen were cheering.
And in the distance, Emperor Antos of the Human Race, upon receiving the news, gradually approached, disdainfully glancing at the two tribes before him, "It’s a pity I could not meet the Ancient God again... He seems to require us to forge machinery, but in reality, it is not!"
"Why?" an elder of the Divine Race exclaimed.
"Hmph!" Emperor Antos scoffed, with an expression full of admiration, "For such an entity, creating such mechanical artifacts is a simple matter. With a thought, countless divine weapons could be spawned!"
The crowd suddenly understood.
Indeed, opening world passages, granting racial statuses, trading power, wealth, lifespan... all these incredible capabilities, forging machinery must be a breeze.
"Then why?"
A Demon Race creature widened his eyes.
Emperor Antos reprimanded, "It seems like he wants us to forge machinery, but in fact, he wants us to become familiar with this power, learn to use it, and become adept... This is a test of our results!"
"I see!"
Their gazes grew increasingly respectful.
Emperor Antos’s demeanor was cold and imposing, with an aura of forceful dominance that brooked no dispute. The emperor who held sway over the land spoke lightly, "Though I do not possess the breadth of the God of Jiaxia, I can also accommodate your two tribes coexisting. We are of the same lineage; there will be no extermination, and you may join us in exploring the mysterious and dangerous high-level world!"
"What kind of enemies are in that world? I am very much looking forward to it!"
...
A while later, Fu Qingjun directly opened the tunnel.
In an instant, countless Human Race mechanical engineers, even powerful gods and demons, were all geared up, rushing towards the tunnel.
They directly entered it.
Stepping into a gray, misty land, they slowly proceeded.
"Prepare yourselves!"
Emperor Antos, leading the Mechanical Guard Army, walked ahead, astonished as he looked at the ground, "This world is incredibly strange, the floor beneath so hard and smooth it faintly reflects our visage!"
"Unbelievable!" A Minister of Machinery stepped forward, "Your Majesty, should we order the soldiers to break through the floor to obtain some materials?"
"No rush."
Emperor Antos gazed far ahead, speaking coldly, "We should continue forward. We must lead our people to find a very safe place to set up camp."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty is wise!"
They led the troops onward.
Suddenly, a giant black elongated fleshy tentacle-like beast appeared slowly before them.
Its form was hard to describe, made up of countless serrated scythe-like tentacles crawling along the ground, possessing a triangular head, with eyes that were sharp and cold as they oversaw them. Those two desecrating columns swayed in mid-air as if piercing through the void, creating a rustling noise seemingly narrating a bone-chilling future.
"Ah!!"
Countless soldiers screamed and retreated frantically.
"Fire at will!"
With a shout, the entire army released their arrows.
That enormous evil beast emitted a frantic rustling sound, dodging most of the projectiles, and was incredibly resilient, with arrows piercing its body, yet it continued to advance with a terrifying, fragmented sound.
"Ah!"
"Alien creature!"
Countless people roared in terror.
"Let me handle this." Emperor Antos’s eyes were sharp, with burning battle spirit stepping forth, "Evil and filthy alien creature, let your head become my trophy, hung on the high wall inside my quarters!!!"
He let out a roar, this hero of the new era for the Human Race leaped high, thrusting a long sword.
"Attack!"
...
Fu Qingjun glanced at the tunnel.
"I wonder what it will develop into?" he thought internally, "If the population increases, mechanical clock production must be scaled up!"
"Ant wine must be manufactured by the ton, with very mature production lines!"
"I just wonder if there are any survivors outside the ruins, beyond the rooms." After all, I live in a community.
If there are living people...
I don’t know how to handle it.
But everything is bound to rely on the ant exploration team to provide me with information.
Actually, Fu Qingjun was still in high school, living in an apartment outside a priority high school, with neighbors all being school students from the adjacent unit.
After all, this is a very realistic issue, houses are so expensive, who would willingly live here?
"The school is a thousand meters away, with dormitory buildings where thousands of students live..." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "But assuming they’re alive, they would have evacuated for sure, since it’s not a central area and radiated regions aren’t places humans can dwell for long."
He released the ant exploration team, awaiting their development.
...
After finishing this matter, Fu Qingjun began to address other issues.
He hesitated, "Moreover, there’s the issue of race creation... I can’t rely on them to continuously randomly fuse and create Demon Country races, can I? The efficiency is too low."
"I need to find some professionals to specifically handle soul fusion, to create truly powerful extraordinary races! After all, the Ant Race randomly fusing on their own isn’t enough for high potential..."
Fu Qingjun had some ideas about this kind of scene from the beginning, after all, this race creation scene.... kind of resembles character creation in video games.
The face-sculpting scene, and creating game characters, isn’t that like creating races?
I could trick a bunch of people to help work on it, though unfortunately, in this era, people don’t understand the concept of games. However, there’s no reason I can’t try again, after all, creating characters not only involves games, but also resembles mythological tales... Like reincarnation cycles.
"Start with Qin Hong first."
Ever since Fu Qingjun learned the address, he was very focused, as it was close by, just the adjacent building.
"A rough estimate indicates a lateral distance of thirty to forty meters." At this moment, Fu Qingjun had a bold idea, he cut off a strand of his second-generation hair.
Then he braided it into a long electric wire, slowly climbing along the outer wall.
He carried a dumb-haired ant as a camera, observing the environment along the windows.
He explored for a while, hanging the hair onto protruding walls as he crawled forward.
"Artificial wire." Eventually, Fu Qingjun reached an old window, inside was a familiar soul presence, the kind of trace his hair had pierced.
"She’s actually asleep, a good opportunity." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "Probably because I extracted a lot of souls, leading to mental fatigue, making it very easy to fall asleep, but it’s fine this way..."
"You are the ancestor of those ant civilization humans, there’s always some significance... Besides, maybe this is a huge opportunity for you too!"
Pfft!!
Fu Qingjun fiercely inserted the hair into her skull.
Qin Hong’s peaceful expression in sleep suddenly showed intense pain and convulsion.
A strand of hair inserted at the top of the head, like entering some unknown, mysterious world, as if entering a realm of death with reincarnation cycles deep in hell.