Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 32 Arrival
This vision is not unique to Ye City.

But the whole planet, all countries, all peoples.No matter day or night, as long as you raise your head, you can see such a glorious spectacle.

It's just that these miraculous scenes have not spread to the universe. Zhang Zicheng guessed that it may be because the power of incense and fire is strongly related to all human beings, and it is not a natural phenomenon that can grow alone.

And in the screen shown by the system, those "willing powers" that were originally like smoke, mist, and golden light have now turned into real, shining gold.

The image of these solid gold in the unknown space is gradually approaching human beings.

Zhang Zicheng observed it for a while, and immediately realized that it was trying to restore its appearance, and was shocked.

He is not worried about his privacy leaking, but after experiencing so many accidents caused by low-dimensional fragility, he is extremely cautious about reducing the dimensionality of his own information.

What if you come up with a setting that makes you go crazy when you see your own face?
Zhang Zicheng quickly stopped and said, "System, let my incense power stop consolidating my appearance."

The golden surface of the human figure in the picture immediately stopped its brilliance, and only remained at the level of a blurred portrait.

Zhang Zicheng heaved a sigh of relief, that's fine, as long as he doesn't look like himself.

But since it can be stopped so easily, is it possible to pinch his face in the future?

But we can talk about the face pinching later, and at this moment he couldn't wait to ask: "System, are these wishes enough to strengthen this low-dimensional universe?"

The system said: [It can be reinforced, do you want to strengthen it immediately?Using all the power of incense and fire is expected to increase the bearing capacity of the low-dimensional universe by 20 times. 】

[Inquiry to the historical order: the consciousness of the dimension-reducing host, under this capacity, the minimum consciousness of the dimension-reducing host can already be reduced without causing the destruction of the low-dimensional material world. 】

Zhang Zicheng slapped his thigh: "Good!"

The driver stopped smoothly and said politely: "The destination has been reached, thank you for your evaluation."

Only then did Zhang Zicheng realize that while he was playing with his mobile phone, he had arrived at the park where the company building was located.

Sure enough, it's much faster than taking a bus.

He thanked him, paid the fare on his mobile phone and got out of the car.

After his feet landed and the car drove away, Zhang Zicheng raised his head, looking up at the building where he used to work day and night for the first time.

Well, there is no special feature, as expected, there is no nostalgia at all.

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Zicheng walked into the lobby on the first floor where people come and go with a comfortable pace, with a natural and casual posture that has never been seen before.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it. The system indicated that it was upgrading the low-dimensional reinforcement.

When Zhang Zicheng stepped into the elevator and pressed the button on the 19th floor, someone beside him suddenly exclaimed, "Zhang Zicheng? Why are you here at this time?"

Turning my head to look, I found that it was a colleague next to my desk named Wang Bin.

The relationship between the two of them can't be said to be good or bad, they are just colleagues, and they are like friends.This elevator happened to be just the two of them, so we could chat for a while.

Zhang Zicheng was in a good mood, so he smiled at the other party and said, "I didn't even plan to come. When I heard that I was going to be N+1, I took a taxi directly."

Wang Bin was a little speechless, thinking that the other party should be pretending to be calm.

These days are very busy, it is hard to find a job, and housing prices are like vampires. Even if there are N+1, no job is just sitting and eating.

What's more, the current AI painting is still in the stage of vigorous development. In the future, the requirements for art in the market will only be more refined and higher. If it is not the top of the pyramid, it may be difficult to find a job.

Wang Bin shook his head and said, "I've also heard about it, it's good that you can see it."

He hesitated for a while, as if he had something to say, he couldn't help complaining: "Hey, the textbook said that the loom made the female textile workers unemployed, and I laughed at their ignorance, since they can find better jobs. Who can blame me for being eliminated because I only know how to weave?"

As he said that, he couldn't help sighing, his shoulders drooped, and he laughed at himself: "The result? When it's really my turn to be eliminated, I will know what it means to be frightened."

Zhang Zicheng laughed and said, "It's me who was optimized, why do you look like the one who was fired?"

Wang Bin was a little dejected and said: "Sooner or later, we are just a second-rate mobile game company. The work that can be solved by AI, how can the boss raise so many artists, and finally leave at most two for the AI ​​​​to refine the drawing."

At this time, the elevator door opened, and it was people from other floors who wanted to go up.

With outsiders around, the two shut up and stopped talking. After the other party got off the elevator, there were only two floors left from the nineteenth floor.

At this time, Wang Bin suddenly said: "Brother Zhang, I see that you are full of confidence, have you already found a new home?"

Zhang Zicheng was taken aback. The two were the same age. They had been colleagues for almost a year, and it was the first time that the other party called him brother.

This shows how panicked he is.

Thinking that he was out of the wave of the times because of his accidental golden finger, Zhang Zicheng was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said, "No, there is no next home."

Wang Bin's eyes dimmed a little, but he heard Zhang Zicheng say again: "But I plan to start my own business."

"Ding~"

The elevator door opened.

Zhang Zicheng stepped out.

Wang Bin looked at the back of the other party in a daze, and always felt that the other party was natural and casual, not like a young entrepreneur who wanted to conquer the huge waves of the times, was full of enthusiasm, and wanted to change the world with blood...

It seems to be a rich second generation who is looking away and intends to go home and inherit the company.

Could it be that I have ignored a thigh for nothing in the past few years?
In the past, even if he knew for sure that the other party was the rich second generation, Wang Bin would not have any reaction.

But seeing his colleagues fired one by one with his own eyes, Wang Bin, who was at a loss in his heart like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered knowing his tragic future, finally couldn't help it, and said to the back of the other party: "Brother Zhang, there will be more in the future!" Here's your chance, take me with you."

These words are already the lowest gesture this young man can let go of in front of acquaintances.

Zhang Zicheng turned his head and waved to him with a smile, then went straight into the boss's office.

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Tilulu has also experienced deep sleep in the past.

But that is more to reduce its own energy consumption, or because of boredom.

But after obtaining the blood of the Father God, she realized for the first time what kind of happiness it is to mortals to get enough sleep.

In particular, she still carries the high-dimensional law that conflicts with herself. During the time of sleeping, it has spread a lot from her body, and she feels refreshed after waking up.

Feeling the relaxation of her body, Di Lulu frowned, opened her eyes at once, and looked in surprise at her hands and body that had returned to their original state.

No, not right.

She can detect how long she has slept from the atoms around her, just dozens of earth hours, which is not enough to rule out all the conflict rules, and it is impossible for her to repair the loss of the evil god's essence so quickly in a passive situation.

There is only one person who can do this, at least Tilulu knows...

"Father God?" Tilulu couldn't help calling out in a low voice.

At this moment, a familiar voice rang in her ear: "Oh, you're awake."

Ti Lulu was stunned for a moment, because for the first time, the sound had a directivity, and it was no longer a unified resonance of time and space within a certain range.

She suddenly trembled all over, with a pilgrimage-like mood and great expectations, instead of surveying the surrounding atoms, she turned her head slowly like a mortal, witnessing the arrival of the opponent with her own eyes.

"Father!"

Seeing the image of the visitor, Ti Lulu was ecstatic: "You have really come!"

(End of this chapter)