Zhang Zicheng did not accept their things and left after a brief farewell.
On the way, he began to think about why even if he acted in a low dimension, attacking others would be boring, while helping others would at least have some emotional ups and downs.
In the end, Zhang Zicheng felt that the reason why he felt bored with the former might be because he had done it too many times in the game...
In most games, NPCs and enemies cannot be set up to have any AI that can think and act independently. If we put aside the phenomenon of models and look at the essence, the only interaction between those game enemies and the control characters is to be counterattacked during the attack.
Kill.
Because this is an extremely simple interaction, and it will not increase the confusion and amount of information. At most, one more corpse will be added to the ground, and it will be refreshed to take into account the performance of the computer.
Helping others increases the amount of information in the overall system, and the world will record this behavior and generate tiny variables.
But when Zhang Zicheng thought of this, he laughed at himself: "Do you think it is fun to help low-dimensional people? But I can make all low-dimensional people eat and drink with just one thought. Is it too hypocritical to talk about helping? I really want to help others.
, There are a lot of people in need in reality. Wouldn’t it be more meaningful to directly use the will power to meet all the survival necessities of all low-dimensional people, and then make money in high dimensions through low-dimensional knowledge?”
However, Zhang Zicheng has indeed done this before, but precisely because he did it, he does not intend to do it continuously until he sees the ultimate impact on the future of the entire ancient society.
He wants to know whether the entire society will become better or worse in the new game after satisfying the lowest survival needs of ordinary people Freud.
Because of this, Zhang Zicheng has not looked at the process from the Three Kingdoms Universe to the 'future' for the time being, because if he really went to check what happened in the Three Kingdoms Universe now, he would most likely only be able to see the surface, and the society has not yet been formed.
The real result of the game.
If the final result is really bad, then of course Zhang Zicheng cannot use the same method in other low-dimensional worlds.
But at the same time, Zhang Zicheng was also surrounded by a sense of meaninglessness.
In fact, he has long discovered the embarrassment of his original vision of life - he wants to obtain the pleasure and fun of transcending reality through low dimensions in the process of learning low-dimensional knowledge and gaining immortality.
But the problem is, if the game itself is to provide players with problems, and then let the players overcome the problems through their own efforts, thereby generating pleasure. Then for Zhang Zicheng, all low-dimensional problems do not exist.
Hunger? War? Plague? These are just a piece of cake after gaining the power of will. Natural and man-made disasters, alien invasions, and the destruction of the universe can all be solved with a single thought.
Even if a disaster has already occurred, you can use the power of will to reverse time. This is a far more in-depth, specific and all-powerful power than modifiers in reality.
To the lower dimension, he is a god in the true sense. But because of this, Zhang Zicheng, who has no desire for such emotions as belief and worship, really wants to play the lower dimension as a game, but it is extremely boring.
But when it comes to this, Zhang Zicheng suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have much willpower.
The willpower I obtained from Lu Youpeng has now been almost squandered. The other party is recovering well now, and I have not really gone to the hospital to take care of him, so naturally I have run out of subsequent supplies.
So now I have to start solving the problem of insufficient willingness?
"Tilulu." Zhang Zicheng called.
Tilulu on the horse immediately popped up her head, blinked and said: "What's wrong, Father God?"
"Are there two evil gods in this universe?" Zhang Zicheng asked.
Tilulu nodded and said: "Yes, there is also fear and laziness..."
At this point, she shook her head: "No, there is also the arrogance at the end of time. It should also be considered to exist, right?"
Zhang Zicheng nodded and ordered softly: "Then go and warn these two evil gods... Although they have always been calm before, I am not sure how long their peace can last, whether it is spontaneous or restrained.
All in all, you tell them not to interfere with humans on Earth, and that’s it.”
This can be considered a small help to the world.
Tilulu nodded. For her, such an order was naturally a trivial matter.
She was about to turn around and leave, but at Zhang Zicheng's order, she dismounted, found a small alley, and then disappeared.
Then, Zhang Zicheng began to walk towards the Chinese gathering area in the city.
Before finding the time-travelers, he also wanted to see if he could let the indigenous people go directly. Although he could not guarantee their ideological state, at least the first step to overthrow the Manchu rule and resist future Japanese invasion was possible.
At the same time, we must also ensure that they cannot rely on the golden fingers given by themselves and play like agents of gods. It is best to be at the level of patriotic businessmen...
Zhang Zicheng was riding on horseback, thinking about all these things and where he should start to get some wish power, when suddenly a whistle sounded next to him.
"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey."
Zhang Zicheng frowned and looked at the entrance of the alley next to him.
I saw two boys who looked underage, leaning against the wall, looking at me with playful smiles.
It seemed that it was the direction that made them realize that this man might be an Asian from the East, and they immediately found an insulting word and shouted it out.
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Deep in the alley, among a group of minors, there are one or two adults, all holding revolvers, waiting for their prey to be provoked and take the bait.
They hid behind the corner and in the courtyard of this residence, waiting for the man to come into the alley, and then ate him up and wiped him clean.
However, there was still a little boy who asked in a low voice with some hesitation: "Are we really going to take action against this man? You have heard the rumors in the city today, right? They all say that this man can do witchcraft!" p>
"Huh, witchcraft?" A bearded adult sneered: "Do you believe this kind of deceptive trick?"
"Yes." Another tall and thin minor immediately agreed and sneered: "Do you believe it, he will perform in the theater in Annis City next? The ticket price will be 80 cents per person.
In the past few days, all the cost he spent on hype has been recovered."
Upon hearing these remarks, the little boy who was hesitant at first suddenly asked curiously: "How do you know?"
The tall and thin young man shook his head, clearly scorning such mysterious events: "When I was in my hometown, there used to be a group of gypsies. They made crystal ball prophecies, tarot cards, astrology, curses and other messy things.
It was even published in the local newspaper!"
As he said that, he raised the revolver in his hand and said with a smile: "Those fools were so deceived that many people even thought that there was an old gypsy among them who knew witchcraft! He even successfully made a gangster who didn't respect him coma.
for a week."
These words immediately aroused the interest of the people around him. Someone next to him whispered in surprise: "Ah? How did he do it?"
Although the unshaven adult at the beginning felt that now was not the time to talk about this, seeing that these boys might be frightened by the rumors in the past two days, he allowed his assistant to calm people down through stories.
The tall and thin young man smiled coldly: "That little gangster once bullied me. I planned to go to his house to kill him while he was unconscious, and then steal his money. When a cursed person dies,
Everyone will think that it was done by gypsies... and the result..."
"What happened in the end? You can tell me."
In this era when entertainment is not abundant, a story told by an eyewitness can still arouse their curiosity and make them eager to ask.
The tall and thin young man raised his head and laughed loudly: "What else could there be? Of course it was the little gangster and the gypsy sitting there dividing the money! You can just spend money to find someone to act with you, and even made it into the newspapers, and it didn't take a week.
, this group of gypsies made their money back by selling transshipment jewelry."
The unshaven adult nodded and said: "I have seen a similar one... an old Indian man, but I shot him to death. His mask was completely unable to protect against bullets."
As he said that, he looked at everyone and said disdainfully: "What era is it now? Railways have rushed forward, cameras have appeared, civilization has begun to enlighten, this is an era of science! Those who believe in those tricks will only be fooled in this life.
Fool."
Seeing that the morale of the young men was finally mobilized and the flinching expression on their faces disappeared, the adult finally nodded with satisfaction.
"What's more, when the time comes to sell this man's horse, everyone can make a lot of money..."
He paused and then revealed a bit of information to everyone: "I have found a buyer. The reason why I didn't make a move yesterday was because I was negotiating with the big boss."
As he spoke, a flash of greed flashed in the man's eyes: "The big boss said he was willing to pay $1,500 for this horse!"
"Hiss——!"
How had these children, who had never seen $10 before, ever heard of such a large amount? Suddenly, their blood was racing, and they wanted to rush out and rob directly on the street.
Seeing the enthusiasm and greed in everyone's eyes, the man nodded with satisfaction.
In fact... he kind of believed the rumors.
But the boss offered a high price of 3,000 US dollars. Such a large amount, even if it was a lifeless transaction, he still had to pay for it!
If you really succeed, you won’t have to worry about it for the rest of your life!
In this case, if you keep fighting with these little brats, if they have more strength later, you can hide behind them first...
The man's wishful thinking was ringing in his mind, but for some reason, he felt his legs trembling.
He looked around in astonishment, only to realize that it was not his legs that were shaking, but the entire ground that was shaking!
What followed closely was the screams of the two baits at the entrance of the alley.
"Ahhhh!!!"
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The time goes back half a minute.
"What are you looking at? Don't you think that if you dress like an adult, people won't be able to tell that you are a monkey? Where are your braids? Did your master cut them off and whip you? Hahaha~"
When the two boys saw that each other was attracted to them, their expressions immediately became more contemptuous, and their laughter turned dirty.
As they spoke, they also pushed up the corners of their eyes, making a very classic discriminatory move.
Zhang Zicheng looked at them and frowned slightly.
Seeing the other party sitting on the horse, seemingly ignoring the provocations of themselves and others, the two minors suddenly became anxious.
If he chased him directly, whether on horseback or dismounted, the two of them would hide in the alley, and there would naturally be companions to deal with him.
But if time drags on for a long time and there are too many witnesses, they will not feel too good about it. Normally, they would add a provocation like coward and then stop.
But this time, the possible benefits were so great that they couldn't help but continue to provoke.
"What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll pluck out your eyes!" One of the boys threatened with a grin.
The other one was a lot more angry: "What's wrong? You coward, you don't dare to talk back after being scolded? Your yellow-skinned monkeys are really servile. The black people have been liberated, but you are still building the railway under the whip~" Zhang Zicheng sighed and said helplessly: "Sure enough, I am not a saint. I can't do anything without being punished for my words."
The naughty children are full of filthy words. In reality, it cannot be called a crime. Even if their parents are assholes, they will not even be criticized and educated.
However, in low dimensions, one's own humanity is not subject to moral and legal constraints.
Zhang Zicheng raised his hand and wanted to teach them a profound lesson...
For example, if the mouth disappears, leaving only a hole through which you can drink liquid food through a straw, you will never be able to use these two nasty words to curse people again in this life.
But at this moment, the ground suddenly shook.
Zhang Zicheng was stunned and thought, could it be an earthquake?
As his attention shifted, the shaking tended to ease.
However, the two brats obviously didn't care about this kind of thing. The slight shaking of the ground failed to frighten the two teenagers who had not been trained in earthquake response. Instead, as time went by, they became more and more impatient and provocative.
"What's wrong? Why are you still here? Shouldn't you go back to work in your brothel as soon as possible?"
"Yes, maybe the guests will ask you to push them, hahaha!"
Zhang Zicheng's eyes instantly became stern.
As he watched, the two little guys seemed to be pressed down by a huge boulder in an instant, and they crawled to the ground with a thud. There was a clear cracking sound from the kneecaps that hit the ground.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Their screams seemed so insignificant amidst the renewed tremors of the ground.
Both of them were stimulated by the sudden severe pain, and tears and noses overflowed instantly. The heavy pressure on their bodies made them feel that every bone in their bodies was slowly broken in the hydraulic press, and it was as if countless needles were piercing into the bones, and the pain was deep.
Bone marrow.
Zhang Zicheng could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
Who would have thought that a kid in an 18th-century city could have such a dirty mouth.
The goal of these two brats was achieved, and the other party was indeed successfully provoked.
"Boom——!"
The ground of the entire street cracked rapidly, the earth shook and the mountains shook. Amidst the screams of countless people, a bottomless abyss appeared.
Although Zhang Zicheng was still angry, he had no intention of venting his anger on innocent people. Seeing this, he was a little confused and asked: "System, what's going on? Did this city just have an earthquake when I was angry?"<
/p>
When he asked the question, he had a guess in his mind.
Sure enough, the system confirmed Zhang Zicheng's conjecture.
System: [No, this is just malicious intent from higher dimensions.]
I’ll make up for yesterday’s work tomorrow... TAT I’m sorry, I feel like my brain has been eaten by zombies recently.