Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

"Ha ha……"

The sky is bright.

As the sun rose, all kinds of bugs crawled out from the dark corners of the soil, grass, bark, etc., or gnawed on the leaves and grass, or hunted each other, or became a delicious meal for the birds.

Amidst the cries of insects and birds one after another, Yang Qiu, who was hanging on the branch of a big tree like a dead body... was panting heavily.

The beige shirt and vest of the same color made of magic materials are still clean and fresh, but Yang Qiu's skin cannot be enchanted with self-cleaning techniques, so... his forehead, face, and neck are now mottled and full of bloodstains .

The contest with the tentacles of the ancient gods lasted all night, and Yang Qiu shed at least 500cc of blood...

If his body hadn't been fed back by the strong mental power, the blood shed would be more than that.

Fortunately, his pain was not in vain.

Grabbing the branch, carefully holding the trunk and sliding to the ground, Yang Qiu endured his headache and snapped his fingers on the open space.

A rift in time and space as high as a person opened in the open space without a sound.

On the other side of the space-time rift, there was a fluttering familiar aura.

It is the breath of the earth.

Although I don't know how this ancient god's tentacles can be so lucky to capture him who happened to randomly land on the space-time crack of the earth plane and anchored to the earth through the crack, but at this moment, since the ancient god's tentacles have been absorbed by him , then he himself can serve as an anchor, anchoring the earth and this material plane.

Yang Qiu didn't rush through the crack.

He stared at the space-time rift "inherited" from the tentacles of the ancient gods, and fell into deep thought...

Hedging away the spiritual pollution of the ancient god's tentacles with massive information, and in turn assimilating the ancient god's tentacles for his own use, is only temporarily safe.

He obtained the law-based ability of "one tentacle" and was able to use the space-time rift captured by this tentacles to go home. This is certainly a good thing, but it also means that there is a trace of the rule-based ancient god in his soul. His aura, he will still be found by that rule-type ancient god!

How long he can live depends on when the ancient god remembers that there is such a little ant as him.

The "tentacles" that don't even count as distinguishing ideas can almost "assimilate" him. Yang Qiu will never be overly optimistic that he can withstand the ancient god's glance...

It feels terrible to have a butcher's knife hanging above your head.

"How to do it……"

Yang Qiu tried his best to think of a solution.

When he was just an ordinary 16-year-old high school student, he struggled to survive in this fucking alien world, and now Yang Qiu is even more unwilling to accept his fate.

"There is no unparalleled road, there must be a way, but I didn't think of it..."

"—That's right! Anchors!"

Yang Qiu's eyes lit up.

The way for the caster to fight against spiritual pollution is to "cultivate oneself" desperately.

Traveling like an ascetic monk and measuring the land with both feet are all for the purpose of tempering one's own spiritual will and cultivating oneself as one's own "anchor".

Yang Qiu's advantage over the native magicians is that he has 16 years of experience living on the information-exploding earth, and the whispers mixed in the magic power are not so easy to get lost.

Be it the tentacles of the ancient gods, or the gaze of the ancient gods, in the final analysis, it is just a larger and more complex amount of information, and a stronger spiritual pollution.

His own spirit can't hold up as his own anchor point, wouldn't it be enough to anchor more anchor points?

Certainly not in this world where the war of faith is brutal... But isn't there a whole earth behind him!

Yang Qiu shook his fist vigorously.

The operation will be very difficult, but at least he has a direction!

With infinite courage in his heart, Yang Qiu walked through the cracks in time and space with a smile on his face...

"Ok?"

Coming out of the crack, he was still in the park, behind him was the bench that he had slept on all day.

But...it's dark here.

It's not completely silent, but it's definitely quiet for the city, and there are not even a few cars on the main road outside the park.

"I stayed there for more than ten hours, and it's only midnight here? Is the flow of time different on the two sides?" Yang Qiu frowned, "Even if I have become a bilateral anchor point, the space-time rift was opened by me, still It is impossible to synchronize the flow of time on both sides... The earth is indeed far enough away from there."

No problem, don't delay plans.

Yang Qiu bent down to pick up the plastic lunch box still on the bench, threw it into the trash can, and left the park in a hurry.

Twenty minutes later, he ran back to the Sequoia community where he had lived for 16 years.

What's next...is to take advantage of the dead of night to search all the old clothes recycling bins in the community...

It is said that most of the old clothes are not old. In the modern age where industrial textiles are flooding, it is a rare species to be able to wear a piece of clothing to old city residents.

Filled with the space ring, Yang Qiu randomly found a place to open a space-time rift and returned to the magic plane.

Find an open space to pour out the old clothes you found and arrange them one by one, remove the trademarks, melt the prints with magic, go through the magic trick self-cleaning technique, fold them up and put them back in the space ring.

As a high-level black magician, Yang Qiu naturally has the means of traveling for high-level spellcasters, such as bone dragons, skeleton birds and other flying things, because he has been hunted down all these years and has no time to get them. There is still no relationship, and there is no shortage of land mounts.

Using the magic power to form a magic array and summon the undead horse, Yang Qiu climbed on the horse and galloped towards the edge of the jungle.

At the beginning, he entered this jungle to avoid the town, but he did not expect to collide with a court cavalry that was chasing him...

In short, this piece of undeveloped primitive jungle is actually not far from the densely populated areas, otherwise he would not have survived when he passed through it.

After riding the undead horse for more than an hour and running for more than 30 miles, farmland that has been cultivated by humans appeared on the wild and original ecological land.

Yang Qiu jumped off the horse, put the undead horse back into the Demon Realm, and walked for more than 20 minutes through the farmland to a small village.

"...it doesn't seem to have changed much compared to back then."

Standing at the entrance of the village, Yang Qiu showed nostalgia on his face.

He came to this small village 300 years ago.

The house made of wood and thatch cannot be used for so many years, so all the buildings in the village should have been replaced... But at a glance, there are still small wooden houses everywhere, and there is not much change from the original.

The thin bodies and scantily clad shapes of the villagers who came in and out of the village were the same as they were back then.

Ignoring the curious eyes of the villagers, Yang Qiu went straight to the largest house in the village.

In the villages of this world, there is no such thing as free people. As long as they rely on the ground for food, they must rely on the breath of the "master butler" who manages the countryside.

That's right, the land in this world, regardless of whether it can be cultivated or not, belongs to the nobles. Even if it is the wilderness on the side of the road, the farmers who open up the land still have to pay taxes and serve to the owner of the land.

The housekeepers assigned by the nobles to manage the land and farmers in each village are, in essence, the lords of each village...the father dies and the son succeeds, and manages the land and wealth for the nobles from generation to generation, until they lose in an internal struggle and are replaced. .

When the panic-stricken Yang Qiu came to this village, the housekeeper in charge of the village was surnamed Buff. He revisited the old place after 300 years. Yang Qiu took a special look at the name plate hanging next to the gate of the yard...well, it was still Buff .

It seems that this line of their family is living a very nourishing life, and they can still stand tall after so many generations.

The little concierge who brushed the horses in the yard ran over quickly, glanced at the spellcaster costume on Yang Qiu, and quickly took off the worn straw hat respectfully: "Good day, sir, what can I do for you?"

Yang Qiu glanced at the small concierge, took out a small thing and threw it to him: "Tell Butler Buff that a spellcaster is visiting."

The little concierge quickly secured the rewards from the guests.

Looking down, the little concierge's eyes widened, and his breathing became even heavier...

"Okay sir, please wait a moment!" The little concierge happily hugged the tip, bowed deeply, and then ran towards the big house.

What Yang Qiu threw to the porter was a child's cowboy hat, which he picked up casually when he was digging through old clothes.

After fleeing for decades, he was really afraid of living in poverty.As long as he saw something that could still be used, he couldn't help stuffing it into the space ring.

At this moment, this little thing picked up at random has done its work, and the little concierge ran out after entering the big house, and waved to Yang Qiu very actively: "Sir, please come this way!"

About half an hour later, Yang Qiu bid farewell to the little concierge who enthusiastically went out to see him off, and walked out of Butler Buff's yard with his head held high.

The "refurbished" modern industrial textiles were exchanged for four gold coins.

The productivity of this world does not mean that it is so backward that there is not even a systematic textile industry. The Kenyan Empire where Yang Qiu lived for a few years before fleeing is full of textile factories opened by emerging aristocrats.

But there is a systematic textile industry and whether the people in this world lack clothing or clothing are two different things... Technological monopoly, backward road construction and logistics, let alone ordinary residents in landlocked countries, ordinary rural nobles want to get a decent set Dresses also have to save half a year's money.

I don't know how many times the butler of the chicken thief has repeatedly lowered the price, and after the deal is concluded, he took the worst and lightest noble self-made gold coin to him, but it doesn't matter...it is gold anyway.

After leaving the village, avoiding the sight of the villagers, Yang Qiu "opened the door" to return to Earth again.

It's already afternoon on the magic plane, and it's just dawn on the earth side.

Yang Qiu went straight to the fruit and vegetable wholesale market.

The Fruit and Vegetable Wholesale Market is the earliest trading place to open its doors. Of course, Yang Qiu's goal is not the market itself, but the privately run small gold shops around the market.

Knocking on the door of the store, he took out privately minted gold coins from the nobles under the cannibalistic eyes of the store owner.

After some bargaining, the four gold coins were exchanged for more than 8000 yuan...he was brutally slaughtered by the shopkeeper.

It still doesn't matter, Yang Qiu's purpose is not to be a villain, he just needs a fund for activities.

Having money, even a small amount of money, is easier to do than being penniless. Under the strange eyes of the boss who seems to regard him as a marginal figure, he asks for cash delivery, takes the money out of the gold shop, and goes to him familiarly. The Internet cafe I used to go to before time travel.

That's right, he doesn't have an ID card now, even if he does, with his current appearance, if he takes out the ID card of 16-year-old Yang Qiu, the owner of the Internet cafe will probably call the police immediately... But it doesn't mean that you can't surf the Internet without an ID card.

Dafangfang entered the Internet cafe, scanned around, found a special corner for Internet cafe masters, walked over, found the Internet cafe master with the most stinky body, and pushed him to wake up.

The same bearded master, but with a much rounder face than Yang Qiu's, opened his eyes in a daze.

"Brother, I forgot my ID card, and I am in a hurry to do something online, can you help me turn on the machine?" Yang Qiu handed out a red card of Grandpa Mao with a kind face.

The sleepy-eyed master of the Internet cafe instantly woke up.