When he was full, Todd fell down next to the campfire and fell asleep.
Zhou Qingfeng also wants to sleep, but he is more afraid of the cold. He needs to throw a piece of firewood into the bonfire from time to time to keep the temperature in the cave. He can't throw too much. After all, the night is long and there is not much firewood collected temporarily. It will be a big trouble after burning it.
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The barbarian has a strong physique. Compared to the shivering Zhou Qingfeng, Todd is wearing an animal skin, with both arms exposed. This guy doesn't even have shoes, and his feet are just wrapped in two pieces of animal skin, so he can use them casually
Bundling with canes.
Compared with the cold, Zhou Qingfeng was more worried about where he would go after dawn. He asked Todd where to go next. But the barbarian stared wide-eyed and said that he had been wandering around, going wherever he could to fill his stomach.
As for tomorrow’s worries, let’s wait until tomorrow.
"You really asked the wrong person." Zhou Qingfeng was thinking hard in front of the campfire, but he had no clue. He asked Todd to take him to the nearest village after dawn. The result...
Todd immediately remembered the unfortunate incident when he was caught by a goblin while drunk, and cursed, indicating that he was going to cause trouble for some black-hearted bastard.
This doesn't look like a solution to the problem.
Tired and cold, Zhou Qingfeng hung his head in front of the bonfire. The cold wind outside the cave was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, and some strange noises came late at night. He slept very lightly, with his head drooped for a while, and then woke up, until
I really can't stand it....
In deep sleep, the information network as a golden finger is finally activated.
Before time travel, Zhou Qingfeng was a keyboard coolie who worked 996 every day, and the thing he came into contact with the most was the Internet. When he fell asleep, his consciousness sank into a familiar but unfamiliar environment, and as far as he could see, there were pieces of data information flashing in front of his eyes.
This data information flows from the ground to the sky, and is divided into different colors such as red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, etc. One of the purple information streams is next to Zhou Qingfeng. He wanted to touch it, but it felt like an electric shock, and his brain suffered severe pain.
It was precisely because of this electric shock that Zhou Qingfeng instantly understood what he saw - this was believers from another world communicating with gods. Each information flow was like a computer terminal sending a request to the server, and the content of the 'request' was all-encompassing.
Some people pray for wealth; some people want to gain strength; some people want health; some people ask about the whereabouts of their enemies. The information flow of different colors represents the permission of 'request'.
Purple is the highest. Terminals are often divine envoys, bishops, and fanatic believers. The server's 'gods' also respond the fastest. Communication between the two parties is like doing business. The higher the level, the lower the transaction cost and the higher the transaction volume.
The bigger.
Those who want wealth can obtain wealth information; those who want power can obtain powerful magic; those who want health can recover from illness immediately; those who want revenge can learn the location of their enemies.
In order to get what they want, what do each 'terminal' have to pay?
"This feels like blockchain technology!" Zhou Qingfeng exclaimed, "Each god's laws are different, just like different algorithms. Each believer is a mining machine, using the computing power of his own brain to solve the problem.
The 'solution' obtained is the power of faith. The stronger the ability, the more fanatical believers, the stronger the computing power, the more coins can be mined. The happier the gods will be, and the more generous the gifts will be."
Thinking about it this way, the power of faith is energy that conforms to certain rules and is the universal currency for transactions between believers and gods - Zhou Qingfeng's understanding of this kind of keyboard coolie is very unique.
In addition to mining, eradicating the enemy's high-level believers can also please the gods. Or completing the tasks assigned by the gods is also a way to gain the favor of the gods. But "mining" like chanting prayers is definitely the most common way.
Among the transaction 'requests', purple ones are the least, but the gods pay the most attention to them and do not allow outsiders to touch them easily. To put it simply, the defense mechanism is very sound and has no loopholes. With Zhou Qingfeng's level, it cannot be spied on or intercepted.
"Am I a virus in this alien network?" Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but want to curse. In the past, he had imagined what he would do if he became a 'network port scanner', but now his dream has come true.
It’s just that this alien network is so baffling.
"What can I do here?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the information flow of other colors.
Since purple is the highest level, red, which is the most numerous, is the lowest.
Zhou Qingfeng casually grabbed a piece of red information flow, just like a Trojan horse in the network intercepting data packets, and easily connected with it.
The red information flow has no strict format, no security measures, and is not even targeted at a specific god's 'server', but is a broad network broadcast.
This 'broadcast' does not have any form of encryption and the information is completely public.
The intercepted message was of a little girl praying for food.
A picture appeared in Zhou Qingfeng's mind - a little girl in ragged clothes was huddled in a dark street corner in the howling cold wind. She was extremely thin, with messy hair and black fingers, and she was pleading.
"Can someone give me something to eat? I'm so hungry."
"Who can save me? I'm freezing to death."
"Whoever it is, have mercy on me. I just want something to eat."
The little girl looked to be seven or eight years old at most, and was pitiful. Her voice was very small, and her request did not receive any response. The gods in the sky were busy with their closest, most powerful, and most capable believers who could provide the power of faith.
connect.
For little girls…
She is not even a believer. She is weak, ignorant, helpless, and worthless. Not even the devil bothers to pay attention to her cries.
But among all living beings, the weak are the most in need of help.
Zhou Qingfeng was overflowing with sympathy for a moment, but what did he have at hand?
Todd ate the remaining chicken carcass. The barbarian munched on it until he was full. There was still a lot of meat on the remaining chicken carcass, as well as the discarded chicken entrails.
When Zhou Qingfeng realized something, the chicken skeleton that was thrown into the cave suddenly disappeared. It ignored the barriers of time and space and appeared directly in front of the little girl.
The chicken skeleton appeared out of thin air and smelled of fat.
The poor little girl looked at the food falling from the sky in surprise. She immediately picked it up and opened her mouth to bite the remaining chicken on it. She ate so fast and urgently that the chicken bones almost broke her mouth.
As for where this thing came from? The little girl didn't even think about it because she was so hungry.
Zhou Qingfeng had never been hungry, but he looked sad. He couldn't help but said: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
This voice also ignored the barriers of time and space and reached the little girl's ears. She was having a good meal and looked up blankly. There was only the dark night sky in front of her. So she asked weakly: "Who is it?"
"I..." Zhou Qingfeng was suddenly speechless, "Little guy, you don't have to worry about who I am? Just eat slowly."
The little girl chewed a few more mouthfuls. She was not picky about food at all. She even ate all the chicken offal that Todd didn't want to eat. After eating, she raised her head and looked at the night sky again, "Is God giving me food?"
"No, I'm just a mortal." Zhou Qingfeng replied, "I heard your prayer, but I can't give you much."
The little girl was a little disappointed when she heard that she was a mortal. She said weakly: "Thank you, you are a good person, I will pray for you."
The flow of information was interrupted.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was sinking in the network of consciousness, suddenly smiled bitterly. It seemed that he had no potential to be a magician.
In a human settlement not far from Zhou Qingfeng, in a dark corner of the street, a dirty little girl was chewing a chicken skeleton clean. She didn't even let go of the brittle cartilage.
, eat everything you can eat into your stomach.
After eating, she was reluctant to part with the chewed bones. She continued to bite them in her mouth and sucked out all the bone marrow inside, making full use of them.
My little belly is finally full.
With a long sigh, the little girl sat blankly on the street corner sheltered from the wind, raised her head and looked into the dark night, and asked quietly: "Hey, kindhearted person, are you still there?"
There was no response in the night sky, only the cold wind howling by.
The skinny little girl shouted a few times, lowered her head, and tightened her thin and tattered clothes. She silently thought to herself: "I have eaten enough today, what will I do tomorrow? The weather is getting colder, and I am afraid I will still starve to death."
of.
But if I starve to death, I should be able to see my mother, which makes me happy just thinking about it."