Unable to bear the cheerful touristy atmosphere any longer, Ned abruptly left the tour group, unable to stop thinking about those words.
It’s not that our technological civilization reached its limits, and in our boredom, we created extraordinary creature potions.
But it was their extraordinary civilization that reached its zenith, and in their boredom, they created technological chanical battle armor.
Turns out, from the very beginning, everything was reversed.
We all live on the stage of history.
We are all actors, deceived our whole lives.
He murmured absent-mindedly: "I thought it was technology that fathered extraordinary children, but who knew they were the fathers, giving birth to our technological civilization... and they laugh at us for being in the dark."
He suddenly realized that his life experiences over the years seed utterly aningless.
The hardships he endured in the first half of his life were completely overturned at this mont.
Clearly.
He’s already been ensnared.
Entering the clinic, he began treatnt; all the consultation work was arranged fully automatically, and as long as you stayed, you’d be silently changed to "normal cognition."
In the following week.
Ned secretly investigated everywhere, researching various matters, and increasingly saw the terrifying nature of this area; they indeed had Creator Gods among the average populace, creating one race after another.
Although they seed rather useless, with strength but actually quite trashy in reality.
However, to Ned, this situation seed normal.
Before the mutation, most of them were ordinary folks, with neither qualifications nor talents. Even Li Qing granted them earth-shattering power, which was just a waste.
Mainly, it highlighted a facade of grandeur.
This was used by Li Qing for baiting, to display his terrifyingly deep and mysterious background, because without a good storefront, the incoming custors might not buy it.
Another month passed.
After a heap of research, Ned no longer held awe towards these Creation Race mbers, for no one fears ordinary mortals with qualifications, though there remained reverence for the legendary Ancient Gods beyond the Chaos World.
He had now set his goal, to use this Crystal Wall World as a starting point, to conquer the surrounding Great Thousand Worlds!
He had learned that the Ancient Gods outside couldn’t get in... after seizing this world, they could only watch helplessly; making this the main base was optimal.
Of course, concealing his identity was best, exposure would still be quite risky.
On this day, Ned couldn’t hold back anymore and took action, beginning to ambush a civilian, plundering the Creation Cells within, and beca a second-generation Creator God.
"Hahaha, so this is the Power of Creation!?"
"Incredible!"
Being the leader of a survivor camp in the area, naturally, his qualifications weren’t poor, being youthful and passionate, and soon developing so systems, gradually mingling into the upper echelons, dominating the era.
"I squeezed through the temporarily opened space wormhole and got into the Main Universe, but that has naturally closed now. I must find a way here to reopen a long-lasting mouth, to lead my survivors in."
"Explore, develop, grow, and establish a footing in these independent worlds."
With plans in mind, he started developing.
This area currently has tens of thousands of newborn worlds, more prosperous and thriving than the neighboring Spirit Grass Crystal Wall area, with more population, why?
After all, residents from various native planets have been thrown here, inheriting this ancient indigenous civilization and giving it a new shell.
Before his eyes.
Though Ned’s qualifications weren’t the top tier, not ranking the forefront among the tens of thousands of worlds, he managed to beat everyone in the present world, accomplishing domination here within a few years of struggles.
He then began to secretly attempt to open a small subspace at the original opening, under the cover of various technological fluctuations.
Crack.
"I’m back again."
He gazed at the reopened subspace, not feeling arrogant over the few years it took.
Just a small world, knowing he had struggled in subspace for nurous years, ruling a large interstellar camp.
However, he soon discovered sothing.
First of all.
The ti flow rates on both sides were the sa, a day was a hundred years, the subspace region was such, and this independent small world also had its ti speed increased to a day a hundred years.
But that’s good; with equal ti, less than ten years passed on his side, opening the space to return without worrying about the camp having issues.
Second.
He found that after coming out and reopening subspace, he couldn’t see or touch the Dark Matter Cosmic.
After departure, it couldn’t be returned...
"Can’t touch it, at least need to see it, right? Got to prepare a torch now."
In his thoughts, he led the beings within the world to research torches, luckily having historical blueprints brought from other heavens, he soon completed it with a group of newly gathered indigenous researchers.
Rustle~~
Torchlight illuminated the exterior subspace.
Seeing a few confidants on the other side calling out.
"Lord Ned, Lord Ned, why aren’t you speaking?"
"It’s over, the lord can’t see us."
Apparently, after opening the subspace, those confidants were already calling to him, but lacking a torch earlier, he couldn’t see them.
"Don’t worry, I can see you now." Holding the torch, Ned asked about the recent developnts in the camp across the crystal wall glass, finding it increasingly dangerous.
A zombie tide had returned to attack the camp, and a team collecting resources outside had disappeared; sothing seed to have happened.
Breathing deeply after understanding the situation, Ned said, "Don’t be afraid, if the zombie tide becos overwhelming, bring a group of elderly, won, and children to seek refuge here."
The Lord’s adjutant said, "But sir, once you’re out, you can’t co back, right?"
"I indeed can’t return," Ned said, "but escaping here is better than being overwheld by the zombie tide, although you can’t all co here; bringing everyone over would inhibit my ability to command tasks on that side, losing the Dark Universe region’s control."
"However, send more resources over, and transport various top-notch equipnt here, it will boost developnt on this side."
The adjutant hesitated, feeling sothing was off.
Going by general logic, shouldn’t we invade the Main Universe and plunder, taking resources as insiders?
Why does the Lord flip it around, plundering our own Dark Universe planets, stealing resources, continuously moving our things across, this insider seems reversed.
But soon, they couldn’t be bothered.
Whether an insider or not, as long as living comfortably and developing well, and having stolen so many planets back then, now returning so is rely returning to the original owner.
Thus, they began the grand relocation movent.
The walls of this crystal world were sared with various dark substances.
The neighboring Crystal Wall World couldn’t see what their world was doing, while the folks next door, peered over the wall listening with ears up.
Only hearing loud clanging noises.
"What are they doing?"
"I’m not sure."
"Could it be that the creation species from that world are teaming up to create so super-creature?"
"Damn it, we need to get stronger too, could they intend to attack us neighbor worlds?"
Neighbors on the other side speculated.
Inside this world covered with black cloth, there were constant movents of various advanced technological machinery and instrunts being frenziedly moved into this Crystal Wall World, even including zombie corpses, interstellar Corpse Kun, star-eating corpse insects... various advanced corpses sent for research.
Weren’t Creator Gods specialized in researching such things?
Thus, the entire world turned into a zombie-style landscape.
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