This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The world seventy-five years ago.

Lu Fan unfolded the portal with a sad face and came to the dungeon of the God of Flame, ready to inspect the recent situation here.

The human world is so good to fish, and I really don't want to come back.

Since it was rumored that he was personally received by the gods, the group of apprentice knights instantly transformed into top licking dogs, and even the place where he had stayed was named a holy land, and the ticket money was softened every day.

The guy Luo Lin thoughtfully divided half of the ticket price to himself, and said vaguely that one day you will cause some trouble to call the gods, and let's go to another holy place.

This guy is so rude.

But I like it!

He still remembered his previous instructions to allow players to obtain replication technology, so that the cost of resurrection was lower, and it was more convenient for them to show their ability as the fourth natural disaster.

Therefore, when he returned to the dungeon, the first thing he did was to find a temporary editor, and asked kindly: "You haven't committed anything lately?"

"Master Devil, I was wrong!" The editor immediately knelt down in front of Lu Fan.

"Where did you go wrong?"

"I... yes, where did I go wrong?"

"how could I know!"

"Sorry, I like it."

Wiping the cold sweat off his head, the editor got up and said triumphantly: "Welcome the Lord Demon King back, what happened to the human world?"

"It's okay, just knowing that no one of you is looking at you and guessing that the entire **** can be opened up by you, so I want to see how you are doing."

"How could we..."

Before the words fell, a beacon of light burst out of the teaching building on one side, and shouted as he ran: "I'm going to blow up here, don't stop me!"

The editor proficiently tripped the Holy Light 666 to the ground, cut the opponent's hands with ease, and then packed and threw it to the slim teacher behind.

"How many times is this month? Be careful."

"Understood. Walk, don't try to escape, go back and add half a catty of paper to you."

"I don't want it, I don't want it!"

The Holy Light was immediately dragged away, and the finger marks on the ground were quickly cleaned up, and the editor said to Lu Fan as if nothing had happened, "Look, it's very peaceful here."

"Can you translate for me, what is Xianghe?"

"Don't pay attention to the details. Our recent actions have two aspects. One is the research on the future dungeon of the **** of flames, and the other is the detailed explanation of the reproduction technology. Has the **** painter told you the details?"

"I don't want to hear an explanation for more than a minute."

"...Fortunately, I had prepared it a long time ago. This is a report that the devil can read in a minute when I take off my clothes. Please take a look."

After reading this report that sounds a bit insulting, Lu Fan probably understands the future.

"So it's like this... Half of the trouble in this world is caused by you."

"The other half must be you."

As a result, the editor was hung up.

Below the editor, Lu Fan finally knew what he was doing recently after taking off his clothes.

They are still trapped in the virtual world seventy-five years later, and are currently negotiating with the Internet God sect, but they are more likely to fight in the end.

According to the original idea of ​​the disappearing hairline, this closed system should be able to receive the problem on its own, and the corresponding artificial intelligence will be evolved over 75 years, and the corresponding artificial intelligence will explain the problem.

However, the invasion of evil things finally made his original idea completely unrecognizable.

Even if he added an external detection system, evil objects still invaded into the dungeon through some special ways, causing unpredictable changes in the final result.

"The **** of the Internet... was originally just a **** who spoke casually, but I didn't expect it to come true. Destiny is really unfathomable. Wait a minute, I always feel that there is still a little bit of trickery in it. What about the professor?"

"Beside me." The editor who hung in the air shouted.

Looking up, Lu Fan found that the professor did not know when he had climbed to the street lamp and hung himself up.

"What did you do?" Lu Fan asked, squinting.

"It's nothing. It's just to transform some of the godhead fragments of the **** of misunderstanding that I got before, and then throw it into the virtual world of the disappearing hairline. I originally wanted to see what it will evolve in 75 years. Looks like, who would have thought that a new **** would be born again."

"...You guys really like to surprise me."

With a sigh, Lu Fan decided to put this question aside and examine the recent developments.

After the Devil City was moved here, an additional college came out.

This academy, which completely adopts the Spartan education policy, offers a large number of courses. Every player can come to class or learn. Some players even offer various intangible cultural heritage related courses here, which made Lu Fan have to sigh with emotion. The players are really versatile.

In addition to the academy, the internal resources of the Flame God are also very rich. The alienators here are good senior laborers. They can also manage the demons that are not alienated and let them perform some basic tasks.

A large number of rooms have been transformed into factories, and various industrial equipment have been continuously produced, which is convenient for players to conduct various experiments.

But what excites Lu Fan the most is to copy technology.

This technology has the highest priority, and it has now been found in a corner of the dungeon by the King of Slime seventy-five years later and transmitted to the players.

It can be said that the technology related to the resurrection is ready, and it is only waiting for Lu Fan to inject his soul ~ www.readwn.com~ but the problem is also coming.

He will not.

The content related to the soul, whether it is spells or divine arts, is extremely profound, and even some of the powers are still in the hands of certain gods and are easily unavailable.

Before, he could use magic to reshape the body, but how to transfer the soul to the new body involved another batch of knowledge.

Although it seems that there is not much difference, but after careful discussion, it turns out that these are two different technologies.

"It's a little troublesome now."

Standing in front of a pile of petri dishes, Lu Fan felt a little tricky.

He chose a player and copied an identical body with the opponent's body, but in any case he could not integrate the opponent's soul with this new body.

After thinking for a long time, Lu Fan called the missing hairline into his laboratory.

After the ball arrived, he didn't talk nonsense and asked straightforwardly: "I have a problem now. Can I use your virtual network to ask this question and get an answer?"

"Theoretically, it is possible, but you also know that our interference in the future will be affected by evil things. What kind of answers will be obtained and whether they can be answered? Everything is unknown."

"It's okay. Let's develop a program. This program needs to have a higher authority to prevent the sand sculpture slimes from raising various sand sculpture problems."

"Understood, give me half a day."

In this way, an epoch-making program that asks questions now and answers only seventy-five years later was born.

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