Lord of the Low Version System

The people of Atlantis melted the glaciers at the two poles and set off a huge flood, causing many familiar areas to disappear.

For example, Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen are all fishing villages at this time.

A real fishing village, a village where fish live.

Several large plains in the southeast have also disappeared, and the Yellow River, a river hanging on the ground, has now become a younger brother, plunged into the sea, and the mud dragon disappeared into the sea.

This world also has legends about Yu the Great, but this time, let alone the fact that you can't enter the house three times, even if you kill the whole family to worship the sky, it won't help.

Myths are, after all, myths.

Dayu may have really existed, but that was in other parallel worlds. The so-called myths and legends are just projections produced by the pulling effect between parallel worlds, like a mirage.

However, the surviving humans in the world of Atlantis still firmly believe in the existence of Dayu, and firmly believe that he will lead the human race to contain the flood, make the water fall, and lead the human race to re-establish civilization and order.

Human civilization was broken in the middle by the invasion of Atlanteans, and entered a darker five hundred years than the Middle Ages.

Donghai, an unknown fishing village.

In the distance, an industrial city full of futuristic technological style is running at high speed, processing the aquatic products harvested from the offshore, or further processing, extracting, and synthesizing the resources produced in the plantations.

Outside the walls of the industrial city, there is a completely different world.

Desolate, dilapidated, full of primitive atmosphere.

The small fishing village is as harmonious as it is in this pristine wilderness, as if it had always been there.

Of course, it can only be there.

Although the world is big, there is no place for it to stand.

When the moon was thin, the factory gate opened, and a group of workers with numb expressions dragged out exhaustedly, walking along the roads Lu Xun said to the small village where they lived.

They couldn't resist the Atlanteans who were as powerful as gods, so they could only obey, slaves and even cattle and horses, let them drive and slaughter them.

The only thing that can prove their existence, or the proof of being alive, is the family, the moment of reunion with the family.

When I got home, I smelled the smell of rice wafting out of the yard, and heard the impatient Dad from my son and daughter.

Hearing that sound, all the exhaustion and pain disappeared, and all the humiliation was not worth mentioning.

The living, even if not for themselves, must live well for their families.

However, this most common and simple thing is ultimately a luxury.

By the river, a woman with a baby on her back was washing diapers. The child was already asleep in the basket, drooling and blowing snot bubbles, without any memory of how she cried a few minutes ago.

The woman skillfully swung the diaper in the water, occasionally looked back at the child, and occasionally looked in the direction of the factory, waiting for the man to return.

He came back, just like yesterday, he still seemed to be carrying something in his hand, wondering if it was daily necessities exchanged for work points.

It would be great if there was a bar of soap, which can clean the diapers and have a scent.

But at this time, the water bubbled up on the surface of the river, and the originally clear water became muddy.

Two heavily armed figures Huanhuan emerged from the river, holding bright steel guns in their hands, and a triangular flat plate under their feet.

The woman didn't know much, but heard from other people that the noble Atlanteans could travel thousands of miles a day and cruise in all corners of the country by stepping on this kind of triangle board.

She had never seen a noble Atlantean before, and she was a little dazed for a while, not knowing how to deal with it.

After being dazed for a few seconds, she finally remembered that she should kneel down and worship.

However, the Atlantean looked angry, and raised the spear in his hand involuntarily, and immediately, a dazzling blaze of light shone.

The woman lowered her head in disbelief, looking down at her chest, where there was a transparent hole, and the heart that should have been there disappeared without a trace.

The baby in the basket was also hit by the attack, and immediately burst into tears. Without the slightest hesitation, the two Atlanteans raised their weapons and let out a dazzling light again.

The world is clean.

The two Atlanteans seemed to have done a trivial thing, randomly stepped on the triangular equipment, and sank into the water with a gurgling sound.

Their words seemed to echo on the river:

It is unforgivable for the dirty and humble natives to defile the clarity of the river!

Only death can atone for his sin.

On the shore, a middle-aged man with a package knelt down on the ground weakly, the things in his hands scattered all over the ground, his hands dug deeply into the soil, and even his mouth was firmly biting the turf on the ground.

Not to be an ostrich, but to use this method to cover up one's own mournful cries.

He worked in the factory of the Atlanteans, so he naturally knew better about the attitude of the Atlanteans towards their natives.

They absolutely don't mind killing one or two or a hundred or two hundred.

Seeing her wife and child being dragged into the river by the waves, she finally burst out with courage, with a beast-like growl in her throat, her legs burst to the river bank, and she grabbed his wife's clothes.

Immediately, the heart-piercing howl lingered and circled on the river bank, startling a pool of gulls and attracting a large flock of crows.

A mother and child died, and a man completely lost his soul.

However, such things are too common and commonplace to be worth mentioning.

Every day, countless similar scenes are staged and replayed.

For the Atlanteans, killing inferior creatures that pollute the river is a matter of course, let alone throwing excrement into the river.

Not only to kill, but also to make an example to others.

It's just that for some reason, this kind of thing is repeatedly banned and killed.

They wondered whether those inferior aboriginal creatures had brains and memories, and the prohibitions such as not defecating indiscriminately and not throwing household garbage into the waters have been said for five hundred years, but they are still repeatedly prohibited.

There is no right or wrong!

There is no reason!

Just like human beings like fishing, it is painful, you are happy, it bleeds, and you are flowing.

These patrolmen also like to hunt and kill the aborigines on the shore across the water, which is one of the few pleasures in their boring work.

The only difference between them and humans is that humans eat their own prey, they don't.

On the bank of the river, residents of the fishing village gathered in twos and threes, silently comforting the man who had lost his wife and child.

They were equally angry, but that anger was fleeting, and the strength of the Atlanteans reawakened their fear.

Just like fishes have never been able to retaliate against humans, in order not to drive themselves crazy from hatred, they allowed themselves to evolve to have only seven seconds of memory.

At the same time, the system reminded Xi Tong that he found the halo of the protagonist, found the true destiny, and found...

Drinking with the girl, it is not easy to get the girl drunk and raise the white flag. Originally I thought...but when I thought of everyone who was still waiting for the update, I resolutely went home, turned on the computer, turned on the fifth-speed electric fan, and started to code at the speed of my fifth-speed small motor~~~