4.6 Billion Year Symphony of Evolution

This is a weird world...

I used to believe in a god, living in the wonderful world that it has given us, and I have been carefree all day, with almost no troubles.

However, our greed has not been met.

I have been looking forward to getting more and can go to the 'inland' to live. Later, I passed the trial and set foot on the land to the mainland.

However, after leaving the original place, I discovered that going to the mainland is not easy. There are many dangers along the way. In various crises, I lost...

I don't know where I went. When I reacted, a huge wall was in front of me, and this wall had the only entrance.

I entered the entrance with hopes of being able to enter the mainland.

However, it has come to this horrible world... This place is like a movie, no, more terrible than the world in the movie.

All of this seems to be crawling out of a nightmare... I am almost dead in this world.

However, among these horrors, I found new companions, they are also lost, they live with me here, fight together here, and look for the way to leave...

In the process of staying here, I learned that the gods I originally believed in, they are not gods, but a group of strange glowing creatures.

But what does that have to do with me? All I want is to live...

Many of the companions who were originally staying together have already died. Now we have only five people left, and horror is slowly engulfing us. Until one day... we found our goal.

There is the exit! We can go out there!

"Nothing." Pompon closed a book with fluff.

This book. Written is the diary of the virtual people here. In addition to specific things, there are many details. In general, the virtual people here seem to have lost their way to this place, and the number is still quite a lot.

Are there so many virtual people who will get lost in this place? It feels weird...

But what is certain is that, from the diary, these virtual people will gradually become unconcerned after living here. But the most important thing is that they seem to find a way to get out of here...

Thinking, the pompom flew to the window of the house.

"Shooting! Shooting!"

Looking down here, I can see that a group of imaginary people are holding crazy weapons and shooting at the front of the behemoth.

Although the fog is filled and the sky is still raining, they are still fighting hard...

"Ah!" Suddenly, a screamer screamed, and in the fog, a limb with a paw slammed. Instantly penetrated its body and dragged it back into the fog...

"Ah! Ah! Shoot! Shoot!"

The remaining few imaginary people are shooting wildly. The snoring of the weapon continued to resound. Under another burst of shooting, the huge black shadow made a scream and slowly disappeared into the thick fog...

"Call...call..." The victorious imaginary people gasped, and they had no emotion of joy at all, but they walked back to the direction of the house.

These imaginary people have lived here for a long time. They have a total of five, and after just dying one, only four are left.

‘bang--’

Suddenly, like an earthquake, the ground suddenly and slowly trembled, but the virtual people did not pay attention, but went straight back to the room...

The earthquake also slowly stopped.

"Fleece, we already know them very well." The creator and the pompon kept squatting on the window. After the imaginary people returned to the room, the creator said to the pompom: "Now, we only need to go to the leaves they found. The location is fine."

"That may also be the place to return." The pompon questioned: "I am not afraid to go back to the original place?"

After entering this blockade space, it is impossible to return according to the original route, because the original entrance will disappear, so the entrants will feel that they are trapped in this fearful world.

But in fact there are two exits in the world that can be left. One is to go back to the channel that originally blocked the wall. This channel seems to appear randomly in every corner of the world of fear.

The other is the passage to the deeper part of the blockade. What is there, no one knows, the brain has not been to that place...

The creator just wants to go to this depth, to see the secrets of dreams...

But what is the export that the virtual people found?

"We need to test it."

The creator said so.

That's it... slowly reaching the night.

The whiteness of this world was originally very dim, and when it was dark, almost nothing could be seen. Only the sound of drizzle and the strange creatures screaming outside the house...

"What should we do……"

The imaginary people here are now huddled together to sleep, relying on the fire in the center of the house to drive away the fear in their thoughts, as well as the physical cold.

"Now I know the way to export, but there is no way to go..."

These imaginary people are now quite lost. They sit on the ground and talk about what happened before...

They have discussed a lot, they are all living here, and there are some previous things.

These imaginary people did come in with the spirit of the mind, but they lived here for a long time but slowly did not believe it, but did not know why.

However, the most important thing is that they talk about things about exports.

It seems that some of their companions discovered, but the companion is dead, but they are left with the location of that place, and the same thing that entered that place, but that location is too far from here, too much on the way. Dangerous, so they are hesitating...

Finally, after the talks, the virtual people finally began to sleep, they left a vigilant vigil, but this virtual people went to the window to watch the night, not the companion who was watching it there.

Therefore, they did not notice that a tentacle slowly approached them.

“The world is a little different, fluff.” The creator sent his message to Lin with his thoughts, and it also climbed to the head of a virtual person...

"We already know the general situation, but the main position is still unknown, but... now, I can investigate its thoughts..."

Said, the creator's tentacles touched the head of the imaginary... At this moment, the creator immediately said: "I know, fluff, I already know how the world should be controlled!" (To be continued, please search Floating astronomy, the novel is better updated faster!