But the entire earth, all countries, and all people. No matter day or night, as long as you raise your head, you can see such a dazzling wonder.
It's just that these magical scenes have not spread to the universe. Zhang Zicheng speculates that it may be because the power of incense is strongly related to human beings, and is not a natural phenomenon that can grow alone.
In the picture displayed by the system, the 'wishes' that were originally like smoke, mist, and golden light have now turned into actual shining gold.
The image of these solid gold in the unknown space is gradually moving closer to human beings.
Zhang Zicheng observed it for a moment, and immediately realized that it was trying to restore its own appearance, and was shocked.
He is not worried about the leakage of his privacy, but after experiencing so many accidents caused by low-dimensional fragility, he is extremely cautious about reducing the dimensionality of his information.
What if there is another setting that makes you go crazy when you see your own face?
Zhang Zicheng quickly stopped and said: "System, let my incense and willpower stop condensing my appearance."
The golden surface of the humanoid figure in the picture immediately stopped flowing, remaining only at the level of a blurry portrait.
Zhang Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief, that's okay, as long as he doesn't look like himself.
But since it can be stopped so easily, is it possible that you can still face it later?
But we can talk about the face-shaking thing later. At this time, 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 reinforce it immediately? Using all the incense power, it is expected to increase the endurance capacity of the low-dimensional universe by 20 times.]
[The historical command was found: reduce the host’s consciousness. With this endurance, it is possible to reduce the host’s minimum consciousness without causing the destruction of the low-dimensional material world.]
Zhang Zicheng slapped his thigh: "Okay!"
The driver stopped the car smoothly and said politely: "The destination has been reached, thank you for your review."
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 the 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 and for the first time seriously looked up at the building where he worked day and night.
Well, it has no characteristics, and indeed there is no nostalgia at all.
Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Zicheng took a comfortable step and walked into the crowded lobby on the first floor. His posture was more natural and casual than ever before.
He picked up his phone and took a look. The system indicated that it was upgrading low-dimensional reinforcement.
When Zhang Zicheng stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 19th floor, someone suddenly said: "Zhang Zicheng? Why did you come just now?"
I turned around and saw that it was a colleague next to my workstation named Wang Bin.
I can’t say that the relationship between the two is good or bad, they are just colleagues and acquaintances. They happened to be the only two in the elevator, so they were able to 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, but when I heard that I was going to be n1, I took a taxi here directly."
Wang Bin was speechless, thinking that the other party should be pretending to be calm.
Things are going crazy these days, jobs are hard to find, and housing prices are like vampires. Even if you have N1, without a job, you’re just sitting on the fence.
What's more, 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 will be difficult to find a job.
Wang Bin shook his head and said: "I've heard about this too, just look away."
After hesitating for a moment, as if he was unhappy with what he was saying, he couldn't help complaining: "Hey, the original textbook said that looms made female textile workers unemployed, and I also laughed at them for being ignorant, because they could obviously find better jobs.
Who can you blame if you are eliminated because you only know how to weave?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh, his shoulders drooped, and he laughed at himself: "What's the result? Only when it's my turn to eliminate me will I know what it means to be frightened."
Zhang Zicheng said amusedly: "Obviously I was the one who was optimized, but why do you look like the one who was fired?"
Wang Bin said with some dejection: "Sooner or later, we are just a second-rate mobile game company. How can the boss raise so many artists for tasks that can be solved by AI, leaving at most two for AI drawing refinement?"
At this time, the elevator door opened, and people from other floors were going up.
When outsiders were around, the two of them shut up and stopped talking. When the other person got off the elevator, there were only two floors left from the 19th floor.
At this time, Wang Bin suddenly said: "Brother Zhang, I see you are full of confidence. Have you already found a new home?"
Zhang Zicheng was stunned. They are the same age. They have been colleagues for almost a year, and this is the first time that the other party calls him brother.
This shows how panicked he was.
Thinking that he had been separated from the tide of the times because of the unexpected golden finger, Zhang Zicheng was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said: "No, there is no future."
Wang Bin's eyes dimmed a little, but he heard Zhang Zicheng say: "But I plan to start my own business."
"Ding~"
The elevator door opens.
Zhang Zicheng stepped out.
Wang Bin stared blankly at the other person's back, always feeling that the other person was natural and casual, not like a young entrepreneur who wanted to conquer the waves of the times, was full of motivation, and wanted to change the world with his passion...
It seems like the rich second generation has looked away and plans to go home and inherit the company.
Is it possible that I have neglected a thigh in the past few years?
If it were in the past, Wang Bin would not have any reaction even if he knew for sure that the other party was a rich second generation.
But after seeing his colleagues around him being fired one by one, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered who knew their tragic fate in the future, Wang Bin, who was at a loss, finally couldn't help it, and said to the other person's back: "Brother Zhang, what will happen in the future?"
If you get a chance, take me with you."
This sentence is already the lowest attitude this young man can let go of when facing acquaintances.
Zhang Zicheng turned around and waved to him with a smile, and then went straight into the boss's office.
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Tilulu has also experienced falling asleep in the past.
But that's more to reduce one's own energy consumption, or because of boredom.
But after receiving the blood of Father God, she experienced for the first time what kind of happiness it is to a mortal to sleep well.
In particular, she still carries high-dimensional laws that conflict with herself. During the period of sleeping, it has spread a lot from her body, and she feels refreshed after waking up.
Feeling the relaxation in her body, Tilulu frowned, opened her eyes, and was surprised to see her hands and body restored to their original state.
No, that's not right.
She can detect how long she has slept from the atoms around her. A mere few dozen earth hours is not enough to eliminate all conflicting rules. It is impossible for her to repair the damage to 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 but call out in a low voice.
At this time, a familiar voice sounded in her ears: "Hey, you're awake."
Tilulu was stunned, because for the first time, this sound had a direction, instead of a unified resonance of time and space within a certain range.
Suddenly her whole body trembled, with a pilgrim-like mood and huge expectations. Instead of surveying the surrounding atoms, she slowly turned her head like a mortal and used her own eyes to witness the arrival of the other party.
"Father God!"
Seeing the image of the visitor, Tilulu was simply ecstatic: "You have really arrived!"