Human Brain Ranch

The man looks shocked.

This apprentice is really unconventional.

He wants people to do everything for him, and he wants people to work for him.

Even Genesis wants to recruit a bunch of people to help it work.

"You?" The man was about to yell, "A rotten wood cannot be carved, you are not worthy to be a real strong man. A real strong man is wise, brave, courageous, and faithful."

"Master, I'm not denying your approach, but everyone's fighting style is different. Some people are good at fighting alone, and some are good at manipulating behind the scenes."

Zhu Zhengwei spoke righteously and tried to persuade: "It's not wrong to respect individual bravery, but it's about team spirit and the company's wolf spirit. If you have a bunch of creation god employees, each of them is responsible for a parameter of creation. Wouldn't it be good to change it?"

Zhu Zhengwei didn't want to fight head-on.

He is upright and aboveboard, and likes to charge head-on. Such a person is very good, strategizing, with shocking wisdom, and his fighting style is upright. But this way of life is not his own style.

To force study, I am definitely not suitable.

Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog.

Isn't it good to be a guild boss, sit in the office, hire worker heroes, and go to the front to kill the enemy?

"A person's power is limited after all." Zhu Zhengwei persuaded again: "The division of labor and cooperation of the team is the best. I think it is better to have miners and create the world randomly."

"Create a world, write the knowledge of the Creator God into their nine-year compulsory education, and then those miners dream, and the world they create will be highly qualified."

After hearing this wave of blueprints from Tuer, he was a little silent.

However, he thought for a few seconds, and finally sighed, "You may be right, after all, I was a loser, teaching you the way of a loser may not succeed."

Zhu Zhengwei nodded.

My master is indeed very good at speaking.

"So how do you want to do it?" he asked.

"The magic weapon of creation is the medium for creating the world. Master, you are the directory. I plan to be a creation scepter."

Zhu Zhengwei thought carefully for a few seconds, "There is a world in the magic weapon, teach the common people in the world, various creation rules, and give them all the knowledge you gave me."

"When I want to create the world, I will activate this scepter of creation, let the common people inside dream, and the dreams will be randomly mixed into a world."

"Interesting."

He flashed a flash of splendor, "This is a wild idea, and to complete this magic weapon, one thing must be possessed, that is, enough knowledge of creation to give to the miners inside."

For this, Zhu Zhengwei can just satisfy.

A new model that can only emerge based on the lifelong knowledge of one's master.

"However, how big the benefits are, I don't know, but the disadvantages are obvious."

The master said: "During the battle, your scepter of creation will appear in random worlds. Defense and attack are all random. This is very troublesome."

Zhu Zhengwei also understood this.

The God of Creation naturally has to fight, otherwise where would the magic weapon of life come from?

The core of the world created by oneself is random.

In other words, the move is random.

When you want to attack, the core rules of the world appear, and the defense rules may appear.

This is very unsuitable for fighting.

You know, the reason why it is difficult for ordinary saints to beat the God of Creation.

One move of Chuangshi God is a world, and what the saints themselves contain is the core of a world, plus the magic weapon of heaven.

A random blow from someone can give birth to a world, and it is very difficult to beat a saint.

"This talisman is not suitable for a frontal fight."

Zhu Zhengwei said: "I don't have to fight head-on. I can let a group of saints take the core of the world I created to besiege the Creator God."

"Just judge for yourself." The man sighed, he is not a pedantic person after all.

"Master, can you help me build my talisman?" Zhu Zhengwei asked.

He frowned, "Okay."

A top expert must have his own opinions and ideas. Since it is the opponent's choice, he doesn't care about it. He is a remnant soul, waiting for a possible successor in the future.

Soon, time passed by every minute and every second.

With the help of Master Cheap, Zhu Zhengwei and the other party joined forces to create a new world as a magic weapon for life.

And the figure of the man gradually disappeared completely.

Zhu Zhengwei didn't say much, and was not pretentious towards the master who met by chance. He bowed slightly and said indifferently: "Master, walk slowly all the way."

His phantom nodded. He was very satisfied with this apprentice, and he was very relieved to leave. Looking at the child who was still playing with the creation scepter, the corner of his mouth slightly twitched.

"I didn't expect the successor to be so unconventional."

"However, I have unprecedented peace of mind for him, and I am not at all worried that he will suffer losses."

He looked at Zhu Zhengwei, who had a serious face and was lowering his head to build the magic weapon again, "Because he is a guy who can make him work for him before he dies, even with the remnant soul of his master."

boom!

He leaned on the ground slowly, his body turned into nothingness.

At the last moment of his life, he thought of the glorious years of the long war, and every comrade-in-arms and relatives appeared in front of him.

"Perhaps, only a little guy with such a strange personality has the chance to defeat that fellow who is equally bad."

As soon as his words fell, the whole person disappeared.

This is destined to be a day that will be remembered throughout the history of the universe. The previous generation of creation gods have completely fallen here.

Zu Wu world.

Zhu Zhengwei's true self slowly opened his eyes.

Using the information and intelligence that Master had integrated for himself, he successfully forged a natal magic weapon, the Creation Scepter.

The common people inside are very ordinary, all mortals.

But what they want to learn is the most profound content in the universe, the creation formula data science.

They will have the highest theoretical knowledge without any corresponding power.

In their world, what they learn will be engraved deep into their genes.

Every day in their dreams, the residues of their dreams gather to create new worlds one after another.

They are mortals, and they are also the "Creator Clan" who can affect the entire world.

They don't know at all that mortals like themselves are enough to interfere with the alternate world powers of the entire universe.

At this moment, Zhu Zhengwei quietly looked at the data in front of him:

Name: Scepter of Creation

Function: Input enough energy, the creators will fall asleep, and the gathered subconscious will randomly generate a new world.

The new world probabilities are as follows.

S-rank world: 0.2%

Class A world: 9.8%

B-tier world: 20%

C-level world: 70%

(The current population of miners in the world of scepters is 19.6 billion. Increasing the number and quality of the population can improve the high-level quality of the creation random world)