Li Qing had begun to realize that the Creator God of the Crystal Series Cosmos was essentially a sandbox architect, so he decided to transform the construction crew.
He planned to update the version of the construction crew to achieve the goal of increasing efficiency.
And how to improve efficiency?
He already had the answer in his heart.
He entered the giant's control room, went to the courtyard outside the living room, and looked at each Golden Tree.
He selected the tallest and most robust Golden Tree, towering at a height of six hundred ters, covering the sky and sun...
The golden corns hung heavily, radiating brilliant light.
The entire courtyard, now illuminated and ward by the glow and heat from distant lava, with the golden ancient trees making the courtyard seem like a mythical golden holand.
He manipulated the giant, bending over and squatting down.
"Little sapling, from now on, you will be the World Tree!"
"Your roots will be the construction transportation crews..."
"The bugs and moths on your tree will construct the skies, land, oceans, and crystal walls of each Multi-Dinsional World as the Original Divine Race!"
Li Qing planned to integrate all units for building, construction, reinforcent, and repair into one.
The World Tree in front of him was a young sapling, and in the distant future, it will be the center of chaos for the entire Multi-Dinsional Crystal Wall System cosmos.
Every second, it continuously nurtures and builds new Crystal Wall Worlds.
Every second, it repairs the already collapsed and damaged old worlds.
It is the origin of the entire Crystal Wall Universe.
Its canopy will uphold the sky of the Crystal Wall Universe.
Its roots coil around and wrap the walls of the entire cosmos, forming a Crystal Wall Universe bubble!
The universe is constantly expanding, and every second it is undergoing a cosmic explosion... because this cosmic World Tree is perpetually building worlds outward.
"Although it's just a sprout, I have expectations for you!"
"I hope you grow into what I desire, the new construction foreman!"
Li Qing patted the World Tree in the courtyard, full of expectations, "Little guy, strive to beco the center of this universe!"
Only then could he liberate himself from the endless cycle of creation.
For the sake of his own future, Li Qing began to study the structure of this new life form, hoping to harness its infinite potential.
Research transcends ti.
For Li Qing, a truly extraordinary being, even a few short years are but a small retreat, a minor research stint.
Half a month passed, and the worlds within were finally rebuilt.
Li Qing stood up, returned to the living room, and stood in front of the large glass window of the laboratory, looking at the tiny city inside, already recovered.
"Without realizing, I've already reached such a level... reconstructing a small sandbox effortlessly."
He revealed a hint of sentint.
[Conducting secondary proofread...]
[Conducting tertiary proofread...]
[Worldview logic revised, 394 instances, one loophole detected. Handle?]
"No need to handle."
This loophole was intentionally left by Li Qing.
His gaze fell on an underground laboratory.
The apocalyptic city within the ruins was rapidly transforming and rebuilding, as survivors hidden deeply were forcibly drawn out and absorbed into the sky under the stop of ti for recasting.
Yet, there was one exception.
He was not part of the reset clearing mont.
Hiding in the basent, "frozen in ti," he was deliberately left alone to survive into the next newly reset world.
[Loophole ignored, start key pressed?]
"Start."
Li Qing showed a slight smile, returned to the courtyard, quietly fussing with his potted plants:
"I hope the fallback I left behind can make a little move."
"The last ti was just a trial startup of the internal test; in just four years, it cooled down... after urgently fixing various malignant bugs, this ti the official apocalypse world has begun, don't make restart again, I'm exhausted."
"Develop properly for , let see what kind of terrifying future that parallel universe's true apocalypse era will head towards."
...
...
Asor Hahn was a research expert in nuclear fusion.
He was a prodigy who made a na for himself in his youth, and today's nuclear fusion power stations owe much to his credit.
In this parallel world, he was also recognized worldwide as a top nuclear expert. He was not suppressed and disheartened, nor did he receive any admission notice from the Sylph Dark Night Elf Academy.
Instead, over several decades, under the spotlight, he completed a breakthrough in nuclear fusion!
An era completely transford.
He was destined to be rembered in history; nuclear fusion had begun entering civilian use.
Humanity was about to erge from the energy crisis, and he beca the darling of the world, receiving a Nobel Prize.
However, five years ago, the zombie apocalypse of the world suddenly broke out.
He was terrified, trembling, and after the apocalypse broke out, various nuclear weapons mysteriously beca ineffective, rendering his professional skills useless.
He even called for help to those outside, but no one ca to rescue him.
In the end, he could only rely on himself, entering another apocalyptic base as an ordinary bottom-level person, suffering oppression.
After three years of neglect outside, he returned to hide in his underground laboratory, isolated from the world, sealing doors and windows.
There was enough supply inside, and as a hobody, he survived using an underground water well for two full years.
However, he was finally running out of resources, utterly unable to hold on.
"I have to go out!"
Asor's voice had beco hoarse as he finally opened his room, "Based on my guess, humanity should be extinct by now?"
He didn't hold much hope for humanity's future.
Those zombies were too terrifying.
Click.
The blinding sunlight pierced in.
His eyes felt blurred, dizzy.
After Asor adjusted, what he saw was not the ruins of the entire city, but bustling people coming and going, the streets lively and bustling.
Vehicles shuttled continuously in the city.
"What happened??"
"Am I dreaming?"
He, ragged, like a beggar, opened his eyes wide, grabbing a passerby and shouting, "Tell , what ti is it? What year, what ti is it now!"
"Did humanity win, did we rebuild the whole world? Oh~ that's impossible, even if we won, it couldn't be restored this quickly!"
He mumbled to himself, feeling as if his worldview had been turned upside down.
"Crazy!" the passerby cursed.
He asked several passersby, finally learning an unbelievable fact:
The current ti seed absurd to him!
Incredibly absurd!
Because, with a colossal shift in ti, only six hours remained until the apocalypse, that bleak turning point for humanity.
In the afternoon, at five twenty-seven and eighteen seconds, the apocalypse is about to break out!
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