I give the world destruction and new life

Nel Galindo really didn't expect that the news that the teacher told him as a secret was actually not a secret at all. Many people... not only did they know that the demon who could kill the player had black hair and black eyes, but they also saw Photos of Tang Ji.

For example, his companion, the reason why he didn't speak from the moment he was taken away by Tang Ji was because he was trying to lower his heart rate and try to log off and leave.

It's a pity that he just refuses to compromise if he doesn't live up to expectations, and Tang Ji has developed an instinct for dealing with players, and he has many ways to prevent players from going offline.

The two of them gritted their teeth and persisted. In fact, they were just worried about the guard dog.
The agreement signed between them and the company contains many confidential matters. Anyone who violates the rules and discloses the identity of the player and related information to the indigenous people will be severely punished if he is lucky enough to survive.

Nair was lucky because of his slow response. His companions explained the tasks assigned to them by the company, the agreements signed, and all the information he knew about society, material supplies, and interpersonal relationships.

Forman recorded the entire process with a camera, and when it was Nair's turn to explain again, he found that he had nothing to say.

What is the difference between his life and that of the other person?It's just that their names are different, the number of the cubicle they live in is different, and the names of the people they know in their network are different. There are almost no other differences.

Why do players rush to other worlds like swarms of swarms?Aren't they just like weeds in our own world, everywhere and meaningless?

The Supreme Being is indeed great, but what does it have to do with them? There is also Jesus Christ in this world, and what does it have to do with those mortals?Believers are still not sure whether He really exists, and they, the players, have never really seen the Supreme Being.

Tang Ji interrogated the two players separately and repeated the questions for several rounds, but they all got similar answers.

These players are just chess pieces thrown by the company to explore the road. They can bring back useful information while they are alive. If they are dead, the information they pass back may be more useful.

As for intelligence, in Forman's words, the two players did not provide any valuable information, they just allowed Tang Ji to experience firsthand how bad the world the players were in was after losing his memory.

Before coming to this world, due to the requirements in the agreement signed with the company, these players had packaged and stored their memories in other places, and some simply deleted them.

Nair and his companions are considered players who retain more memories. At least they have been to several worlds before, and they still remember the number of their own cubicle.

It is because they retain a lot of memory and have a relatively sound understanding of the world that they can walk together.

"What do I usually do to players?" Tang Ji smoked a cigarette at the door and asked Foreman.

"You will kill them, sir. You said that it was the players who caused the death of your wife." There was even a trace of pity in Forman's eyes when he looked at Tang Ji.

Although he looks like Tang Ji and looks like Tang Ji, as long as he is exposed to it for a long time, he will find that apart from the appearance of Tang Ji, he is hollow on the inside.

The look in Foreman's eyes made Tang Ji put out his cigarette and throw it to the ground. He turned around and walked into the warehouse. A few seconds later, two gunshots were heard inside.

Tang Ji became a legend because of his hatred and anger, both of which were taken away along with his memory.
But life still has to go on, and the disappearance of the two players is not even a splash in the port town. Because of the existence of the Moonlight Gold, the entire port town is developing rapidly.

It took them a week to restore power using cables found in a warehouse, powered by the Moongold's reactor.

This frighteningly expensive ship was equipped with the most advanced miniaturized reactor, and it would still have enough energy to export to the outside world even after 30 years.

After many years, when the lights once again illuminated the night on a large scale, the whole town began to revel, people ran to each other on the streets, and children curiously chased their shadows under the lights.

And when Moonlight Gold began to play pop music on the sound equipment, the crowd went into a complete boil.

The old guys who could still move joined the feast with nostalgic expressions and danced gracefully, while the young people who had never seen such a scene quickly merged into the ocean of joy after being shocked, twisting awkwardly body, and quickly grasped the mystery.

Music, dance, and even nightlife, these things have not even appeared in the lives of the New Hope generation before. This is the east coast of Australia. They don’t even have a larger shelter. All those who survived are in the narrow The 'underground rats' that survive in space.

And today, the mice finally turned into humans again.

Tang Ji generously took out a lot of food and wine that Tianqi had saved by the team members recently. He didn't have much need for material enjoyment and didn't feel any pity at all.

That night, everyone received a little 'gift' from the pre-Apocalypse. For many people, this night was the best night of their lives.

"People are very happy. Sir, you should be happy too. These changes are all brought about by you." Forman stood on the deck, holding a delicate tray with two glasses of wine on it: " I suggest you have a drink and relax, these are non-alcoholic alcoholic drinks.”

Tang Ji looked at the drinks on the tray, finally picked up one of them, and said with some emotion: "I feel like my life is being manipulated. Do you sometimes feel like this?"

"Of course, sir, you just feel it, but I was designed." Forman said very freely: "Although I grew up naturally, in theory I am still a clone."

"Are you a clone?" Tang Ji looked at Forman with some surprise and pointed at the gang of Gangetic clones who looked a little out of place in the corner of the crowd outside: "Just like them?"

"In terms of cost, I am much more advanced than them. Although I was born in an artificial cavity, I grew up naturally. I received a complete education and received relevant training." Forman He smiled, pointed at the carnival crowd at the port and said: "Although my childhood was not very satisfactory, considering that those children grew up in the basement and didn't even listen to much music, I think I Nothing to complain about.”

"Yeah, the world is getting worse and worse." Tang Ji and Foreman clinked their glasses and drank the drink in one gulp.At this time, the camera was zoomed out and passed through the clouds covered by the suspended objects rolled up by the big storm. Further up, a satellite passing in orbit was attracted by the dots of lights on the ground. Photographed from different angles. Downloaded dozens of high-definition photos and uploaded them to the lunar base.

Without major storms or electromagnetic interference, the data transmission time from the earth's orbit to the Moon's Sea of ​​Tranquility base was very fast. Mikkelsen saw the photos that needed to be selected and enhanced on the to-do list on his personal terminal almost 15 minutes later. of.

As the big storm subsided, shelters in various places began to return to the surface. The only reason why such photos were sent to him was that the system recognized an outline that was 30.00% similar to the Moonlight Gold.

The reason why Moonlight Gold is in the AI's recognition library is because Mikkelsen has set all information related to Tangji as items that require personal review.

In addition to the Moonlight Gold, there are three satellites in the sky that focus on Night City. One of them even pinpointed the area where Monument Square once was, all in an effort to find Tang Ji.

If anyone has the greatest impact from the storm, it must be Mikkelsen.

More than 4000 heterogeneous Mikkelsens can easily mobilize massive resources, and they all have above-average personal abilities. But if they are broken up and turned into more than 4000 individuals, arrogance will no longer be possible.

Mikkelsen, who is on the moon, is almost the one with the most resources among all Mikkelsens. He controls arms control technology and even all outer space assets of the entire coalition, including the available satellites in Earth orbit. There are over two hundred.

In addition, he also controls the long-distance satellites in the contracted orbit, the monitoring station near the Lagrange point, and nine satellite ports, space stations, spaceships, etc. that are still in operation.

But just like the Mikkelsens on the earth can't count on the help of the Mikkelsens on the moon, in addition to playing data analysis every day and thinking about some unachievable conspiracies, the Mikkelsens on the moon can only I can pass the time looking at the earth every day at Jinghai Base.

Although the big storm has dissipated, it is estimated that it will take five to ten years for the various suspended objects in the Earth's stratosphere to recover to the point where orbiters can travel to and from the orbit. Before that, he can only drop some supplies to interfere with matters on the Earth.

Mikkelsen just looked at the photo that was uploaded to him boredly. To be fair, since the system determined that the two were only 30.00% similar, he couldn't directly determine it. It was accurate to an unknown number of decimal places. number.

And Mikkelsen does have other things to be busy with today. Just as he worried, the players must have left observation posts in this world. As human civilization gradually returned to the surface, it broke away from him and the shelter to a certain extent. System supervision and players are back.

In the past month, he has received reports from different avatars from all over the world. More than a dozen of them were alerts of suspected player activities. There are a large number of situations that require satellite tracking every day.

Therefore, this photo was marked by Mikkelsen as a Category II event for delayed tracking, which is considered a relatively low priority.

After all, everyone knows that Tang Ji is definitely not dead. Since he is not dead, it is inevitable that he will suddenly pop up anytime.

And now players are like tarsal maggots, so the 'unbreakable' alliance between Mikkelsen and Tanguy is still very strong. Why should Mikkelsen waste time looking for such a worker, waiting for him? Just come out and work.

While Mikkelsen was thinking, he looked at the dormant cabin containing Tang Anran next to the viewing window, and said with a smile: "Your father should be back soon, but I don't know if we need another apocalypse this time." day."

Carl Wilo was like a primary school student about to go on a spring outing. He was surrounded by several people to help him put on windproof clothes, and his whole face looked miserable.

Because the last time he threw a dart, he hit Australia, so Soult planned to go to Australia to find his relatives and take him with him.

Without this latter condition, Mr. Good Luck was actually moved by this kind of family and friendship, but now, these feelings have turned into a long sigh.

"I think I'm actually more suitable for the rear, don't you think?" Carl Wilo weakly protested, but even he felt that his trip was finalized.

Because if fate had not allowed him to go, various accidents would have happened long ago, such as Sirte suddenly tripping over a stone while warming up and falling to the ground, and a slide shovel shoveling several kilometers away.

But nothing happened, everything was calm, and nothing happened until Miwako helped put the modified windproof helmet on Carl Wilo's head.

"Okay, that's it. I put a flare gun, six flares, enough compressed food for you for twelve days, fresh water, and a knife in your backpack." Miwako said to Carl Wilo Said: "In case there is an accident along the way and you are thrown out of the super-time flow, these things are enough for you to hold on until Sirte goes back to pick you up. Try to use the signal flare at night."

"Can he run Mach [-] now? Do I rely on this equipment to prevent him from being thrown out? With all due respect, ma'am, it's a bit wasteful for you to prepare these supplies." Carl Wilo made a final effort.

These days, even Wang Zhengdao’s space jump can cause accidents. Who can guarantee that his supernatural abilities will be useful?
If Surta really threw him out halfway, the consequences would be unimaginable. Carl Willer thought that if he didn't find the right angle, he might be able to slide all the way from Hawaii to New Guinea.

"Stop complaining, Mr. Carl Wilo, the world needs you," Miwako said very seriously. Her tone was so formal that Carl Wilo straightened his back subconsciously: "Go find Tang Ji!"

The straight waist collapsed again.
A few minutes later, Soult ran back after finishing his warm-up, carrying a metal frame on his back.

Surte also had a look of reluctance on his face. Carrying this air always made him feel like a horse: "Can't I run with him?"

"We have reason to believe that Mr. Carl Wile can rub a distance of at most a hundred kilometers from the soles of his feet to his knees, so you'd better carry him on your back. Trust me, carrying him is like carrying a portable djinn. You can make a wish for anything you want." The husband-and-wife team of Ethan and Miwako used the words they had prepared long ago to appease Surte.

Sure enough, Soult took the bait and asked happily: "Can chewing gum also work?"