Chapter 71: Sustainable development

Chapter 71: Sustainable development

As the statue of the god collapsed and shattered, the remaining small people in the wild tribe were frightened and prostrated on the ground, afraid to move.

"The gods are angry, the gods are angry."

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"The world is going to be destroyed, the world is destroyed!"

"The gods are dead, the gods are dead!"

From the way the small people spoke, it could be seen that they had low intelligence, still retaining the simple vocabulary and single cognition of primitive times.

At the same time, the amnesty commissioner arranged by Lu Yao, Isabella, arrived in the Eastern Continent.

Riding on a ghostly white horse, she galloped all the way and soon arrived at a devastated wild tribe.

"Your old god has been killed by the great God Yao."

"From now on, you must believe in the great God Yao, who will give you protection and forgiveness!"

The small people who were originally lying on the ground, one by one, prostrated on the ground, and the symbols of sadness on their heads disappeared in an instant, turning into smiling faces at the speed of light.

"The great God Yao, God Yao!"

"A stronger god!"

"All glory belongs to God Yao!"

"Offering faith and life!"

Lu Yao was already used to the small people’s change in attitude.

People believe in gods in order to receive protection and enlightenment, to better survive. After all, they follow whichever god is stronger, and they are happy to do so.

Lu Yao understood this very well.

The novice god players in the simulator were more like behind-the-scenes bosses, with a bunch of pixelated small people working for them. Powerful gods could also recruit monsters, cultivate apostles and heroes.

He knew that dealing with the Yangwu God wouldn’t be too difficult.

The opponent was a novice player, and the tribe was still in the difficult pioneering stage with limited self-defense capabilities.

At this time, Lu Yao had already opened the map and had a bunch of high-end combat power... He could even just send Isabella and the Blood Knight to deal with the entire wild tribe.

However, if the apostles participated in the battle, they would inevitably suffer miraculous damage from the players, resulting in casualties.

It was possible to fight, but not necessary.

Just bomb the statue directly from a distance, it’s safe.

...

Lu Yao began to review this truly meaningful god battle.

Although this battle was short and was declared over from the beginning, he still gained a lot of insights from it.

First of all, the wars between novice god players were essentially a confrontation of the power of faith and information capabilities.

First, explore the map, find the location of the opponent’s statue, and understand the opponent’s overall strength.

Once the decision to start a war is made, there should be no hesitation. Use miracles to kill the opponent’s prophets, heroes, and other characters first, so that the enemy cannot use these small people to convey orders. The enemy will lose their commander.

Then, launch miracles to bombard the statue itself.

However, the temple he initially generated seemed to be different from ordinary players.

This still needed more samples to verify.

Next is the bombardment of faith.

Consuming faith to create miracles, whether it is lightning or earthquake, will cause damage to the enemy’s statue. However, the opponent also has some resistance.

Facing Lu Yao’s intensive lightning bombardment, the Yangwu God resisted for a while.

First things first, making quick money is a common human thought.

Eh!

Lu Yao came up with a bold idea.

Since he was planning to deeply cultivate this fragment world and not leave the safe zone for a short time, theoretically, new players would keep appearing here...

For him, weren’t these new players a stable source of resources?

As long as he kept an eye on the broken world, waited for them to develop a little, new players always easily obtained their first item. At that time, he could harvest a wave of population and items, wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Low risk, stable returns, fair and transparent... New players were simply the best financial products!

Lu Yao felt that he seemed to have found a sustainable development path.

......

Meanwhile.

In an apartment, a tightly closed door was forced open.

In the dark and narrow room, only the computer LCD screen emitted a faint light.

Someone turned on the switch on the wall, and the ceiling light immediately dispelled the darkness in the room.

The sudden light revealed the entire room: in the middle of the small space was a computer desk and a computer host, the bed was in front of the computer, and a pile of unfinished boxed meals and instant noodles were in the corner, with flies hovering over them, and a rotten sweet smell filled the room.

The young man on the bed squinted his eyes under the strong light.

Two middle-aged people walked up to him.

"You’ve been locking yourself in here for a week, what on earth are you doing? You don’t even answer your phone, your mother and I are very worried about you."

The middle-aged man’s voice was filled with anger: "You said we don’t need to worry about you, if we don’t worry about you, who will?"

The woman next to him tried to calm him down: "As long as he’s okay."

She looked at her son: "Son, what have you been doing this week? You could at least call home."

The young man had a puzzled look on his face: "I... I can’t remember."

"You didn’t do anything illegal, did you?" The father glared at him.

"No..."

The young man tried to recall: "I just forgot, I don’t know why."

"Alright, alright, as long as you’re okay."

The mother was still soft-hearted, she said: "Let’s go, let’s go out and eat something. Look at you, you’re so thin."

The young man nodded blankly, and began to get out of bed and dress.

Before leaving, he glanced at the computer screen.

He felt that he had done something very important, but no matter how hard he tried to remember, it was all a blur.

What had he done this week? Had he completely lost track of time because of playing games?

He searched on the screen, but only found some familiar game icons, and nothing that could trigger his memory.

Next to the computer, he found a notebook and a pen.

The ink in the pen had been used up, but the notebook was blank.

"Zhou Yangwu! Aren’t you coming out yet!" His father yelled from outside.

"I’m coming..."

The young man turned off the computer and walked out the door.