god simulator

Chapter 670

Feng Huan, who was released after serving his sentence, feels aggrieved.

I'm a 70-year-old man, but I just want to spend a few years in prison.

Who wants to revive the kingdom's revised prison incarceration law, so that inmates must participate in high-intensity carpentry, sewing, weaving and vegetable labor, and Feng Huan's old arms and legs can't stand it immediately.

When he was released from prison this time, he knew that the way to provide for the elderly in prison was no longer feasible.

The old man sighed and looked up at the pale sun in the sky.

Since the cataclysm came, the world has become cold and gray, food has been decreasing, and heating fuel consumption has been increasing. Everyone is panicking.

The situation in the Fengxing world where Fenghuan is located is particularly serious.

There is a world of no production and is extremely dependent on the import of various resources.

In the next-door Snake Merchant Republic, money dominates everything, because agriculture, forestry and mining are not very profitable, so they are not very willing to invest in these fields, while the wind industry has no such things at all.

Fengxing Realm is a place chosen by the gods. Elite criminals selected by the gods or apostles are sent here to undergo local trials.

There are trial towers over there. If you can break through the spell blockade, various traps and guarding monsters in the towers, you can get rich resources - including food, omnipotent stone, various equipment and props, etc.

On the other hand, the gods have also prepared a path for non-combat specialists.

Whether you are good at stealing, fraud, eloquence, imitation, assassination, poisoning, or bewitching, you can participate in the skill assessment.If you pass the level assessment, you can receive survival resources for a year from a specific tower.

The resources in the popular world are bestowed by the gods, and can only be obtained through violent checkpoints and skill assessments.

This place is sealed off by the gods, and to obtain permission to leave, one must pass the extremely difficult exit test.

The locals call themselves "talented".

When Feng Huan was young, he also flourished in the fashion world. He participated in the team's trip to the tower and maintained enough competitiveness in the skill assessment.

However, after several decades, he felt really tired of this kind of life of wandering, guarding against each other and stabbing knives.

At the age of 70, the juggler Feng Huan finally passed the test and was able to leave the Fengxing world.

After he came to the Resurrection Kingdom, he hadn't lived a normal retirement life for two days when a natural disaster struck.The sun is hidden, the darkness is overwhelming, the hurricane formed by the dust storm is raging on the earth, and meteorites fall from the sky from time to time.

There are countless sharp iron sands in the dust storm. When they roll past at high speed, they are like thousands of sharp knives waving at high speed, like an invisible ghost army galloping wantonly on the ground.

Meteorites are easy to identify, no matter day or night, you can see its long flame tail falling from the sky.But the meteorite will turn into many fragments in mid-air, and these fragments will rush to the ground silently and at high speed. If you are unlucky, you will either die or be disabled when you are hit.

People wear bone helmets to minimize outdoor activities, while further strengthening the roof of the house and digging out the basement for more security protection.

There was a large influx of outsiders from places including the Snake Country and the Secret Art Country, and those who did not have a fixed residence were all arranged in temporary shacks.When there are more people, these temporary residences become narrow, stuffy and noisy.

Feng Huan felt depressed.

The old man, I managed to break out, and I was going to change my mind and live by the skills of a magician, but in the end I encountered this kind of bad luck.In this environment, no one watches tricks at all.

So he found another way.

Feng Huan went to a private house to burglary, and was then arrested and imprisoned by the police officers.According to the relevant laws of the Resurrection Kingdom, burglars will be fined and imprisoned for one to five years, and receive relevant education.

A prison is much more comfortable than a shed!

However, not long after Feng Huan was imprisoned, he encountered a major labor reform. Criminals regardless of age must participate in a unified manner and obey orders.

He was in pain.

If I can honestly weave and sew, do woodworking and weaving, can I go to the world of fashion?

After Feng Huan came out with a backache and a sore back, he knew that his strategy of going to jail was no longer available.So he started searching for a suitable target.

Soon, he found a young man.

Check, [Anvil Federation] short-bearded family, 24 years old, single, mustache, golden hair dyed, dreaming of becoming a legendary dwarf like [Blast Furnace Man], he is a barber on the surface, but his real identity is a dwarf Daling offspring.

He meets the characteristics of young people Feng Huan needs: curious, not afraid to spend money, have ideals, and want to prove himself.

Check cuts the hair of poor refugees for free.

Brother son, helping the weak can make him feel noble and satisfied.

Feng Huan was sitting on a chair, his messy hair was being cut by Chuck's big scissors.

"Young man, I have been observing you for several days."

Feng Huan said slowly: "You have a compassionate heart and a noble and humble soul. You let me see the shadows of those heroic epics that have been passed down in the past. I am old enough to see young people like you People, it is really gratifying and happy.”

"If you don't mind, let me teach you a little trick."

The sound of scissors overhead suddenly stopped.

"Are you trying to cheat me of money?" said the young dwarf.

The old man smiled: "My name is Feng Huan, and I come from the world of Fengxing. As for who I am, you can ask people."

Feng Huan is not afraid to find out.

So far, everyone who formed a group with Feng Huan has died.

Some people were ready to kill each other from the beginning, some died in the brutal death fight in the trial tower, and some became the prey of other people after they got old. Death is the norm.

Feng Huan has learned the spirit of Fengxing from the older generation, coming and going like the wind, his actions are ruthless, and when he is not sure whether the other party is murdering him, he assumes that the other party will attack him...so he is the first to attack.

When he was young, Feng Huan was different from what he is now. He was always able to stab, poison, and set up spell traps with a smile to ensure that his teammates would stay in the trial tower forever.

After getting older, Feng Huan slowly changed.

Actually, it has nothing to do with age.

Feng Huan also relies on mutual killings in the popular world to live a relatively comfortable and unrestrained life. Most of the elderly in the popular world have this kind of experience.

"The key to the magician is to mislead."

Feng Huan said unhurriedly: "This is the foundation."

"Like, look, is my hair growing back?"

"how can that be……"

Chuck said casually, and the smile on his face suddenly froze when his eyes swept away.Feng Huan's messy gray hair, which had been cut off, was now draped over his shoulders.

"How did you do this? I obviously cut it with scissors." The dwarf looked at the cross scissors in his hand, and then at the ground - the old man's gray hair was gone.

"As I said earlier, it's just a trick, misleading."

A wrinkled smile appeared on the old magician's face: "Why is this? Because your focus is on me now, not on my hair, so I can easily manipulate them. It's very simple, but very useful." .”

"..."

The dwarf youth suddenly realized something, and his eyes sharpened: "I see, it's a wig, you're wearing a wig."

Then he tore Feng Huan's hair hard, making the old man grin his teeth with a headache.

"Stop, stop..."

"It turned out to be real hair!"

The dwarf was shocked.

Then, he looked carefully at the old man's hair from side to side, lifted the hair to observe the scalp below, and tapped the skull with his fingers, making Feng Huan's face twitch.

This brat from a rich family!
"I admit that your tricks have indeed been hidden from me."

The dwarf youth stroked his beard: "But what's the use of this kind of trick? Isn't the wind industry very cruel? If you perform tricks on other people, will they give you money?"

"..."

Feng Huan tried his best to maintain a polite smile.

Don't be angry, don't be angry... If it were 50 years ago, your kid's corpse would be hard now!
At this moment a horn sounded in the street.

The skeleton knights blew their horns all the way and shouted: "It's getting dark, be careful to avoid it!"

Pedestrians on the street fled in all directions, skillfully and quickly looking for shelters and caves to escape.

Cheek the dwarf invites Feng Huan to his underground shelter.

It is said to be a refuge, but it is more like an underground castle.

There is a spherical bunker reinforced with metal and bones on the ground, and a magnificent underground five-story building on the ground floor. Each floor has houses, corridors, pools and gardens, and there are even prayers dedicated to worshiping the gods of the Yao people. square.

"Master."

The dwarf said: "It should be very difficult for you to be a magician in the world of fashion. Now you are quite old, and I pulled your hair just now... As an apology, you can live here first, and I will count all the food and drink. But you I'm not really interested in tricks, I'm not interested in fake things."

Feng Huan had nowhere to use the speeches he had prepared, so he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Fortunately, the goal has been achieved.

A money bag was found.

But to make the opponent continue to spit out gold coins, you have to work harder.

So Feng Huan said: "Misleading is not false."

He opened his dirty linen bag and took out a wooden box from it.

There is a lot of fine sand in the box, and there are also black and white square stones, and each stone is polished to a uniform size.

Feng Huan began to put these stones together piece by piece.

"Many things are based on a very simple foundation, just like these two stones in my hand. Black represents darkness, and white represents light."

"In this [Magic Box], I will boldly imitate the gods and try to build a world where darkness and light diverge."

Feng Huan raised his hand and arranged the stones one by one in a specific order, forming a strange uniform pattern between black and white.

Then the old man raised his dry and slender hand, and said to the young dwarf, "Look carefully, the next moment is to witness the trick."

He gently closed the lid of the box with his hands, only opening a closable hole on the top.

The old man signaled: "Please look at this hole."

Cheke was skeptical, but still moved his face closer, and looked into the box with his eyes against the small hole.

Inside the box is a starry sky.

In the dark night-like box, there are dots of distant flashes, as if what you see is not a narrow box, but another smaller world.

A certain star point suddenly increased rapidly, and then turned into a bright light cluster, which was the moon.

Under the moonlight, the world on the sand in the box is illuminated.

There are many grass blades and trees growing slowly in this world, they are very small, but everything is so real.And among the grass, a small four-legged beast was attacking a big ant, and the two sides fought fiercely.

Chuck was watching vigorously, when his eyes suddenly went dark, and he couldn't see anything.

Feng Huan's voice sounded in his ears: "Because the follow-up has not yet been produced, [Trick Box] ends here."

The dwarf youth raised his head: "Why don't you make a follow-up?"

The old man did not answer, but asked, "So, do you think it is true or false?"

"..."

Chek was silent for a while: "It must be false, it cannot be true, only gods can create the world."

"You are right. Creation of the world and life is the domain of the gods, and mortals cannot overstep it."

Feng Huan nodded: "But isn't [Trick Box] real? Don't the tricks inside exist?"

The dwarf seemed to understand something, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The old magician had already seen through the opponent's thoughts.

Hooked, fine, that's it.

"How on earth is this done? Can tricks really be so fake?" Chek looked at the trick box reluctantly.

"of course can."

Feng Huan said: "Actually, [Magic Box] is just a very basic part of [Spell Box Garden]."

"Spell Box Garden? What is that?"

"A very complex and special device."

The old man touched the beard on the corner of his mouth: "It looks like a trick box, and inside it will be arranged with sand, stones and even grass blades to form a miniature garden."

"In this courtyard, all kinds of spells will pass through the entire box, evolving into infinite changes. I can create the sun and moon inside, or destroy them, turning them into natural disasters like the outside."

"I can create all kinds of life in it - they are generated by magic, of course they are not real life, but in this small garden, they did exist for a short time."

"Of course, what I use the most is to deduce and create various spells in it. Because spells actually require a lot of experiments, we must ensure their power and mechanism, and it depends on its duration and the effect after it is produced instantly..."

"[Spell Box Garden] is a garden in a box made of spells, in which various spells can be added, and these spells can be continuously released inside. Of course, the power will be small, but it is enough for trial and dismantling."

"If it is used well, it is equivalent to holding thousands of spells."

Feng Huan smiled: "This is the source of my tricks, using spells to transform them into tricks. I kept the magic part, but removed the power part."

Cheke's complexion finally changed, and he looked at the old man with respect: "Master... Can you let me take a look at the Magic Garden?"

"Unfortunately, [Spell Box Garden] was stolen."

Feng Huan sighed, and rubbed the wooden box with his fingers: "But I designed a trick mechanism inside, if you try to force it open, it will be destroyed. So now that I think about it, it probably doesn't exist anymore."

"Can you make one again? I have all kinds of materials here, metal, wood, leather, cotton, linen, omnipotent stone, elemental crystal structure...all of them!"

Chuck said boldly.

"I don't know, because the material used as the basis of the magic box garden is too unique. It is the wood of a strange sacred tree, which was obtained from an ancient altar. And I am old, my eyes are shaking, and it is already difficult to make it." It’s so precise.”

Feng Huan showed a sentimental expression on his face, but he was laughing in his heart, you boy, you are being manipulated by the old man!

But Chek insisted: "Then let me try it! Can you guide me? I will definitely obey your teaching! Teacher, please! Let me try it! Okay?"

"It's rare that you have such ambitions, so try it... I will do my best to guide you."

Feng Huan tried hard not to laugh out loud.

……

One day four years later, Feng Huan was eating a delicious roast leg of bighorn lamb, served with fresh grape juice and cookies.

He was finally living the old life he had planned.

The messy-haired Chek ran over with a box in his arms: "Teacher, teacher! I restored [Spell Box Court]!!!"

"You see, according to your reminder and description, I finally added various element crystal structures to it, using the four elements of fire, water, earth, and wind as the basis, and I can mix element ratios to form spells! These spells are wonderful and can be theoretical There are endless variations!"

"I hired scholars from the United Friendship University to participate in the experiment and production. I tried more than 100 boxes, broke 3000 crystal structures, sold this underground shelter, and finally got it out."

Feng Huan was shocked.

Go crazy!Where will I live after you sold this house?
"I used an origami dragon as a target and experiment subject, and it can clearly feedback the effects of these spells!"

"There is also the magic barrier you mentioned, which is to seal the entire box in the magic structure to avoid leaking and hurting people. This is very difficult. I hired researchers from the Academy of Secret Arts with a high salary to help, but guess what? Master Xingya is very interested in the mystical art... With the help of the gods, I finally restored your great masterpiece!"

"Teacher, you are too strong! All the gods say that you are an incredible genius!"

Cheek, unshaven, looked in awe.

Feng Huanren was a little confused.

He looked at the origami box in front of him, and there was an origami dragon walking around inside.

Check twisted a piece of crystal outside the box, and a fire ignited inside the box, burning the origami dragon black all over.Then he twisted another crystal, and the inside of the box was filled with cold air, which froze the origami dragon.

The dwarf youth adjusted the crystal knob again, so that a magnificent scene of water and fire appeared in the box, and the origami dragon was wrapped inside.The water and fire spell didn't hurt the origami dragon at all, but instead formed a layer of red and white magic armor on its body.

"We can only achieve this level now, but it will definitely get better and better in the future. The significance of this great invention is not only a major breakthrough in research tools, but also allows ordinary people to master and use thousands of spells in the field. Teacher, you will surely be remembered in history!" Chek's eyes lit up excitedly.

Feng Huan's face was calm, but his heart was panicked.

It's obviously nonsense, how can a fake thing become real? [Trick Box] is nothing more than the scene displayed by the spell scroll at the bottom of the box.

Feng Huan realizes that this matter is not simple.

This is... a warning from the gods.

The old man couldn't help but count down.

He hastened to pray tremblingly.

Great and benevolent God Yao, your faithful servant has absolutely no malice or offense to you. I just want to find a place to retire.

Please forgive me, I don't dare to talk nonsense anymore...

　The first update today, and the second update will resume after the schedule is adjusted.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)