Creating a Sandbox World

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It's not impossible!

Lin Tuo instantly realized the seriousness of this matter. The best situation is that the other party has not noticed the existence of earth civilization and many sandboxes.

This can delay some more time.

In the worst case, that is, the other party is coming this way, but because of the distance, they have not yet arrived - the leap to the spiritual world is just to save time, it does not mean that there is no time at all.

"Then the choice before me is clear."

"If the other party hasn't discovered it yet, then according to the information I know, as long as I find a way to 'stall' the development of the earth and several sandbox worlds and keep them in a nearly constant state.

The 'ripple' can be minimized...thus reducing the chance of being discovered. "

"However, this also means that I will completely give up development, and can no longer continue to open up any sandboxes."

"This tactic, if successful, could keep me undetected for a long time."

"But the premise is that the other party is really ignorant of the earth's civilization! And the solar system will not be investigated for a long time, otherwise it will be equivalent to giving up resistance and waiting to die!"

Lin Tuo's eyes flickered:

"And if the other party has already found out and is on the way to rush over, then I also have two choices."

"First, no matter what, continue to develop.

Increase the power at my disposal as much as possible before their arrival.

In this way, no matter what attitude the empire has, whether it is good intentions or malice, the chips in my hand will be higher. "

"However, the negative effect of this choice is to increase the risk of exposure.

And according to the rule of ripples, once it continues to develop, more ether will flow into the solar system, which is equivalent to reducing the arrival time for those who are rushing here. "

"Second, take the initiative to downgrade civilization!

Through war, famine, illness, and even direct strikes, the civilizations of the earth and several sandboxes are continuously regressed. In this way, the ether will flow back to the spirit world,

Creating outward ripples... could also delay the arrival of the Imperials. "

"The price is obvious. This is more radical than staying stagnant. It will greatly weaken the power in my hands, and this process is irreversible..."

Thinking of this, bitterness appeared on the corner of Lin Tuo's mouth.

This is what he realized, the game he stepped into.

"When I started to create the first sandbox, I was already increasing the probability of exposure, and if I didn't move forward, once the other party arrived, I would become a fish on the chopping board!"

How to choose?

Lin Tuo knew that today's choice would be related to his next series of actions. To use a lofty word, he had to formulate a strategy.

Then go on unswervingly.

During his contemplation, he was the first to cancel the option of "retrogression of civilization". Compared with the other two options, this choice seriously violated his principles of life.

The most effective way to regress civilization is to use the sand table to carry out dimensional destruction, killing, spreading diseases, creating wars, famines... and these are unacceptable to him.

Moreover, this is tantamount to self-defeating martial arts. Once this is done, the countercurrent ether will also expand the "ripples", which will also attract the imperial people. The only benefit is to hinder their transition... But what kind of benefit is this?

All that remains is to choose between "civilization stagnation" and continued development.

Frankly speaking, it's not a good choice.

If it was in the past, he would not hesitate, but after knowing the situation in the spirit world, he tied his hands and feet.

After pondering for a long time, Lin Tuo finally chose the second option:

continue to develop!

"Blindly thinking about hiding, hoping that the other party will not find me, this kind of thinking will only bring destruction!"

"Development may cause the opponent to come earlier, but at least there is a chance to fight, but once it stagnates, all that is left to rely on is luck!"

Another important factor that prompted him to make this decision was the record left by the previous owner of the sand table that he saw when the evolution sand table was upgraded.

He still remembered that the man's words revealed a clear tendency, that is, only developed civilizations have a chance to fight against the empire.

"Development, only development is the last word!"

"Not only to develop, but also to be more radical, and compete with the other party for time!"

Lin Tuo repeated it in his heart over and over again, his eyes became firmer, and he looked at the dusty prayer candle again.

Development is just a slogan, and it must be implemented in action.

Today, several sandboxes have entered a stable period, and the accumulated ether distance is still not enough to open a large sandbox.

In addition, the era of warriors on Earth has just begun, and there will be no rapid development in a short time.

In contrast, "repairing votive candles" is a tempting idea.

"If it can really be repaired...it doesn't even need to be completely restored, as long as it can restore a part of the ability, it will be a great help to me."

He hadn't forgotten the horror of the item.

But he observed for a long time, but he didn't see any tricks... Obviously, relying on himself is impossible, and the only two possibilities are the research team of the Southern Continent and the Moon Sea Continent.

The former has a large number of mage scholars and research conditions, while the latter has developed an alchemy civilization and professional counterparts.

After a little thought, Lin Tuo decided to hand over the restoration work to the Moon Clan.

"It's just enough to test the current level of alchemy of the next month clan..."

Thinking of this, Lin Tuo couldn't sit still anymore. Dang even used his thoughts to draw another piece of paper, the ink bottle was automatically unscrewed, and the quill began to outline on the paper...

Hathaway next to her was dumbfounded.

From her point of view, Lin Tuo was sitting in a chair waiting for the broken candlestick in a daze, and then his face changed from sad to stern, as if he changed his face... and ignored her.

Then I suddenly started writing and drawing... It's weird, isn't it?

The point is that she was a little curious, and didn't know what Lin Tuo was writing... Thinking, she flew over directly, and cast her eyes on the quill that was rapidly and automatically sketching.

As a result, Bie Lintuo slapped it back, threw the crystal ball out of the window casually, and said casually:

"Huaxi, look at her."

"Okay!" A graceful figure sprang out from the next door, and then Hathaway's surprised voice was heard:

"Huh? I haven't seen you for a few days. Why have you changed so much... You have breasts?"

"……Shut up!"

"Patter." Controlling the automatic closing of the window, Lin Tuo shook his head and ignored it. He quickly finished writing the letter, folded it into a thousand paper cranes, and immediately ordered him to grab the "wishing candle".

And "fly" it into the courtyard again, and then throw the two into the No. 4 sandbox, the royal city in the center of the Moon Sea Continent, by switching the sand table.

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Moon Sea Continent.

For a long-lived race, the passage of time is always swift.

Many years have passed since Lin Tuo left last time, and many new things have appeared, but the overall social structure has not changed much.

The Royal Court still lives under the Moon Tree, ruling many tribes, and the leader of the Moon Clan, who is called the Chief Patriarch but is actually similar to the emperor, has changed to a new generation.

In the Royal Court of the Moon Clan, the alchemy workshop on the edge of the city was many times larger than it was back then, and it was also many times more lively.

Whether it is daytime or night, caravans from various tribes come and go, transporting the alchemy products ordered in the workshop to the entire continent.

In the workshop, in a certain quiet courtyard, it was another year of winter, and there was a snowstorm last night. At this moment, there are two immature children of the Moon clan wearing cotton-padded clothes, wrapping scarves, and gloves playing on the snow, yelling at each other. non-stop.

"Whoosh——" Suddenly, a taller person threw a snowball, and it hit the short man's eye socket accurately. The latter let out a whimper, and tears fell down. Then he held his mouth, and suddenly cried out The house on the side of the courtyard rushed.

He opened the door and cried to the man at the table who was flipping through the workshop documents:

"Father! Brother, he hit me again!"

The elder brother who came in after him stood at the door, holding a snowball in his hand, and said angrily:

"You're suing again! It's agreed that you won't sue if you lose the snowball fight!"

The man sitting by the table had a helpless expression. He lifted his glasses from the bridge of his nose, smiled wryly and raised his hand. The shorter boy ran over quickly.

The man looked at his slightly red and swollen eye sockets, first scolded his brother, then looked at his red-eyed younger brother, rubbed it, and then said:

"Boys can't cry all the time, do you know that? If you lose, you'll fight back."

"But I can't beat it." The shorter boy said helplessly, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Why don't you install a prosthetic limb for me, just like my mother did.

It feels so cool to have jet flight capability.

If I also have that kind, I can definitely win, and if I can't, I can still run. "

"I want it too! I want it too! But I want the glove style, the kind that can fly out with a click!"

Qingkong's expression became more and more helpless, and he smiled immediately:

"I want it, okay, as long as your mother agrees, I will let the workshop make a set for you two."

Hearing this, the two young boys became dejected:

"We talked about it several times, but my mother didn't agree."

"Then I can't help it." Qingkong smiled and spread his hands, then sent the two children to the yard.

Stretching, he pressed the alchemy watch on his wrist, and the alchemy heating equipment installed in the room hummed slightly, the window in front of him opened, and a gust of cold air rushed into the stuffy room.

Immediately, Qingkong, who has become a father, took a look at the date on the dial by the way, did some silent calculations, and found that there are two days left before the 800th anniversary of the teacher "Shanhai".

"Before I knew it, it had been eight hundred years."

Thinking of this, Qing Kong, who was wearing a luxurious robe, stood at the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the white snow and the shiny moon tree outside, raised his gaze, and looked at the blue planet above his head for the umpteenth time.

Some "old" memories emerged in my mind, thinking that for the past 800 years, I don't know if the teacher is safe on that blue star.

Is there any chance to see him in this life?

Thinking about it, Qingkong couldn't help feeling a little lost, and even seemed to have a little hallucination.

He seemed to see a stream of light flying down from that planet, passing through the branches of the Moon Tree, hovering lightly over the royal court, and then flying towards himself...

It was actually a thousand paper cranes, flapping its wings constantly, while its two "claws" were struggling to hold a simple candlestick.

So real, as if it really existed.

Immediately, with the muffled sound of "dong", Qing Kong was in a daze, and suddenly woke up with a jolt!

Staring blankly at the crooked candlestick and falling papers that flew in from the window and landed on the table, he subconsciously reached out to catch them.

Then he looked at the letter on the paper, his eyes gradually widened.

...

After a while, the two young children who were confronting each other in the courtyard suddenly saw the door slam open, and their father rushed out without even saying hello, and walked out of the courtyard.

Then he stepped on the aircraft parked outside, and then lifted off amidst the buzzing sound, and flew towards the direction of the Alchemy Association. After a while, he disappeared.

Only the two young children were left staring blankly at the sky.

After a while, the younger brother sucked his nose and said:

"Brother, do you think father asked mother to intercede for us?"

The elder brother rolled his eyes, threw a snowball over, and said in distaste, "You idiot!"

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