Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

The dark sky shrouded the earth, and the huge white bones were inserted obliquely into the depths of the soil for several kilometers, like a staircase leading to the sky.

Around the white bones, there are densely packed skeletons, and there is a faint fire burning in the eye sockets. They stumble and walk without a clear direction, let alone a clear goal.

A huge black shadow rose from the horizon in the distance, a bit like a bone dragon, but before it rose to much height, it was stabbed by a flying white bone spear and fell to the ground screaming.

The dust rose, and a bone warhorse appeared. The warhorse rode a tall skeleton, and the flames in the eye sockets almost spread to the outside. This skeleton holds a bone spear in each of his left and right hands, and there are six arms behind it, five of which are holding the same spear in their hands. It is obvious that the bone spear just now was thrown by the empty hand.

The tall skeleton rode a white bone warhorse and quickly approached the dying bone dragon. Several hands began to charge up, ready to throw more bone spears to kill the bone dragon. It looked murderous, like the only god in this world.

The above picture was carefully drawn on a piece of white paper.

White paper is spread on a table in a huge room, and Anan, the eight-armed skeleton, is sitting in front of the table, each holding a paintbrush, and is dealing with some details.

For example, should the skull head in the painting be a little bigger, should the fire in the eye socket be more turbulent, should the bone dragon be bigger to highlight the heroic skeleton...

"Swish..."

The eight-armed skeleton Anan kept drawing.

"Tattoo..."

Pandora walked over, glanced at the painting, and grabbed it.

The eight-armed skeleton Anan raised his head and looked at Pandora, his eyes puzzled.

Pandora replied with a stern face: "You don't need to draw anymore, give up, it is impossible to achieve. Why, you want to reproduce the death civilization of Nickmans? As a skeleton, you like a world of bones, understandable, But now you're asking everyone's opinion to create a perfect new world, what do you think it's like?"

The eight-armed skeleton waved its eight arms and protested: Why is it so outrageous, he thinks it's fine.

"The protest is ineffective, alright, think about it again." Pandora said, unceremoniously rolled the paper into a ball and threw it in the corner.

On one side of the table, the old lich who was also painting, watching this scene, quietly put away the paper and replaced it with a new piece of paper to paint again.

On the other hand, the magic-patterned doll Bibi is immersed in her own world and is not interested in all things outside.

"Swish..."

A few minutes later, after Bibi finished painting, she picked up a thick stack of hundreds of sheets of paper and ran to Pandora: "Hey, Pandora, take a look at my creativity."

Pandora took it, looked at one by one, and then frowned a little.

After reading more than a dozen sheets, Pandora couldn't help it. He pointed to a black square on the paper that was blacked out and couldn't see anything at all and asked, "What is this?"

"Bread Monster." Bibi said seriously.

"Um?"

"Bread monster!" Bibi solemnly explained, "It's a monster with bread all over its body. It's not a threat at all, but it tastes very good. We usually live in the wild. We can grab it and eat it when we're hungry. In a few days, it will grow the part it eats, and then grab it and eat it. How?"

Pandora: "..." The expression on his face was a little distorted, as if he was trying to endure something.

"Then the rest of your paintings are almost the same?" Pandora asked.

"That's right." Bibi introduced enthusiastically, "Look, this is a sausage monster, this is a milk monster, this is a steak monster, this is... bang,

oops! "

Halfway through, Bibi received a heavy blow on the head and couldn't help screaming in pain.

Covering his head, he looked at Pandora aggrievedly: "Why did you hit me?"

"What do you think!" Pandora said angrily, "I'll stress it again, asking for your opinion and the others, not to let you fantasize about everything, it must be reasonable, like sausage monsters, milk monsters, etc., don't take them out I reviewed it. Use your brain to think about it, if it is really realized, the sausage monsters are running all over the place, and the milk monsters are flowing in the river, what will the new world look like?"

"It looks normal." Bibi still insisted on her opinion, and then received another blow on the head.

"Bang, oops!"

Bibi is finally honest.

In the distance, many people at the table are also honest.

On a piece of paper in front of Gero, there were words: I hope, in the new world, I can become the most powerful person.

After seeing what happened to Bibi, he quietly erased this line of words, thought about it and changed it to: I hope, in the new world, it will be better than now.

Then he added: Well, by the way, in the new world, it is best not to have Nancy.

As soon as he finished writing, he felt a sharp gaze looking at him, and then a murderous voice sounded: "Why, do you hate me so much? It's kind of interesting, I don't usually see it, is it because you have no guts, or No backbone, or none at all?"

"..." Gero didn't dare to speak, and watched as his paper was snatched by Nancy next to him, and then removed the "don't" in the middle of the last line of words, becoming: um, yes, in the new world , preferably with Nancy.

The paper is returned.

Nancy patted Grow on the shoulder, with a smile on her face, full of murderousness, and said: "You wait, our business is not so simple. I bullied you in this world and restrained myself. How about going to the new world? , huh, let's see."

The muscles on Gero's face twitched, and he didn't dare to move, not even at all.

...

Outside the room, more people were thinking and writing their opinions.

In a gorgeous room, Sherlock was lying on a soft bed, being fed grapes by the little maid Lucia.

After Lucia fed a bunch of grapes, she asked aloud, "Master, what should we write in our opinion?"

"Write what, um...let me think about it..." Sherlock thought for a second before replying, "Just write it as it is."

"Um?"

"After all, there's nothing to improve, isn't it?" Sherlock spread his hands and said, "At least I think our lives are happy enough, and we don't need to add anything more. Don't be too greedy."

"Okay, just write it as it is."

...

In a small courtyard.

In the study, the witch Circe looked at a blank piece of paper on the desk, a little lost. She thought a lot but wrote nothing.

Next to it, on another small desk, the righteous girl Nerid wrote quickly, "rustling" non-stop, and sometimes a silly smile appeared on her face.

Catwoman Heidi glanced curiously at Nerid's paper, hoping for a reference, but the next moment Nerid, who noticed, blocked her hand, and then gave a serious warning: "No peeking, Write your own!"

"Okay." Heidi lowered her head helplessly and thought hard.

...

in an attic.

"Click, click, click..."

Jessica, the female apprentice, cut Bobobo Vicchi's crazy long green hair with scissors.

Popobo Vitch looked at the blank paper in front of him seriously, and then solemnly wrote: I hope everyone in the new world will not have long hair.

"Teacher!" Jessica exclaimed.

"Huh?" Popobo Vitch turned his head to look at Jessica, realized something after a few seconds, and quickly revised it to: I hope all men in the new world don't have long hair. Well, baldness is fine.

Not long after the words were written, there was a knock on the door of the attic.

"Bang bang bang!"

The voice was dull and powerful.

Popobo Vitch opened the door suspiciously, and saw a tall bald man in a red robe standing outside, watching him slowly say, "My name is Abel, I think we might have something to talk about."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Popobo Vitch was puzzled. "We don't seem to know each other... ah!"

As a result, he was pulled out by the other party before he could finish the question, and then there was the scream of Popobo Vitch outside the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

...

In an underground hall.

Five people sat around a table of white bones, each with a piece of white paper in front of them.

The first was Rommel, the director of the Truth Society, who was wearing a golden robe. He seriously wrote on the paper: I hope the new world will have no nuclear weapons.

The second is that the truth association in white robes is in charge of the Dead Sea, and seriously wrote on the paper: I hope there will be no traitors in the new world.

The third one is that the truth association in black robes is in charge of the gray fog, and seriously wrote on the paper: I hope the new world, there is no... um, there is no sky.

The fourth one was Hongyue, the head of the Truth Society, who was wearing a gray robe.

The fifth is the head of the Truth Society wearing a red robe, Fen Feng, and he seriously wrote on the paper: I hope the new world will give me more opportunities to play. After all, I am the strongest head, there is no one!

Just after the five people finished writing, suddenly one person walked in, threw a piece of paper on the table of white bones, and said without refusal: "Change everything you wrote and replace it with the content on this piece of paper."

The five people were stunned and looked at the person who came in. They saw that it was a very old man with wrinkles on his face, who was the true god of the Truth Society - Gao Ge.

As for the content of the paper, it's simple: the truth will, well, have to stay as it is.

The five people looked at it, and their expressions became weird. Rommel took the lead and looked at Gao Ge: "My God, in fact... I kind of hope that there will be no more truth clubs in the new world. After all... it's useless."

"Yeah." Dead Sea nodded, "Reconsideration."

"Reconsideration." Gray fog said the same.

"Reconsideration." Hongyue also said, explaining, "I just want to have a good rest."

"I can be the same as what you wrote, True God." Feng Feng said a little differently.

Gaoge raised his eyebrows, looked at Foen Feng with some admiration, and said with a smile, "I didn't read it wrong, you are my most loyal subordinate."

"That, my god, I haven't finished speaking yet." Foehn added, "I can do exactly what you wrote, but I have one condition."

"Condition, what condition?"

"That is, if it is really realized, I will be the true god, and you will be my subordinate. After all, I have served you for so long, and you should always give me something in return, right?"

"You!" Gog's eyes widened, and he pointed at Foehn, "You are a rebel! You are just a dog, and you want to be a master! You... ah!"

Before Gao Ge could finish his words, he screamed in agony, and was punched hard by Foehn Feng in the stomach, and then he was pinched on the table with his neck strangled.

"My God, looking at the past, I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language..." Foen Feng said angrily.

Gog blushed and looked at Rommel for help. As a result, Rommel ran away very neatly. Hong Yue also put away the paper and pens on the table, which was broken.

Gog: "You...you..."

...

Outside the hall, there are more people writing their opinions.

Machu: I was wrong, please take back all my lucky ability in the new world, whoever has it will be returned to whomever.

Frank: I'm fine and happy with my life now, as long as the new world doesn't take back my old doom ability and stay with that kid.

Blood Princess Jasmine: May the true blood of my royal family live forever, and may my kingdom of Sika live forever.

War God Sauron: May my majesty live forever, may my great Soma alliance never fail, and may all who are enemies of my country perish.

Peter the Brown Bear Emperor: Actually... my lifespan can be similar to that of a normal person, and I am satisfied if I can die of old age.

Macbeth from Shiraishi Tower: I hope the new world has delicious marmalade, and I hope the new world can meet her again.

The profiteer Alexis from the Baishi Tower: I want nothing but the peace of my ancestors, and I just want the graves of my ancestors not to be dug anymore.

Miss Anne from St. Louis: I hope that in the new world, I can be a simple, worry-free girl.

Princess Ruth from the Kingdom of Montenegro: I hope that in the new world, I will have less money, less fiancé, and less shameful experience.

Luxi from other planes: I hope that in the new world, I can have many good friends who can protect the forest with me.

From Ximu who is still working: That little girl named Lvxi, can I go to your forest, I really have enough work.

Gregory from the Forest: The forest is full, don't come unless you can bring my kidnapped daughter with you.

From Pandora, who is reviewing many suggestions: I'm busy, don't bother me, or all of them will be killed and the consequences will be at your own risk.

Ximu: Well, I don't want to go to the forest, okay? I suspect you guys did it on purpose.

Martin Luther King, Arthur Osheimer, Robert Albert, Tycho: Just a few words, we haven't said it yet...

Countless ordinary people from so many other places...John, Johnson, Bob, Hans: we, and we, we're going to say...

There is conflict.

"Hans, how dare you write, marry my wife in the new world?!"

"She's beautiful."

"She's beautiful, and she's also my wife. You're not allowed to think about it."

"Cut, at most he is your wife in this world. In the new world, it depends on whether she is willing or not."

"I don't care. You change it for me immediately. If you don't change it, I will write in the new world. Your mother will be my daughter, and I will be your grandfather!"

"Huh? If my mother is your daughter, you should be my grandfather?"

"Then be your grandfather."

"Go away! I didn't agree, shut up for me!"

"Then you change it for me first!"

"to not fix!"

"Then I won't shut up. I want to be both your grandfather and your grandfather."

"Then I'll kill you and punch me!" The man named Hans, talking, kicked the other man in the face, and the two quickly fought.

Similar situations exist in many places.

...

a high mountain.

Li Cha sat on a rock on the top of the mountain, squinting at the distance, as if he saw everything in the world, with a smile on his face.

"Tattoo..."

The footsteps sounded, and Kerret climbed the mountain from behind Li Cha, stood beside Li Cha, and reminded Li Cha, "Hey, you don't care, because asking for opinions, many people in your world are fighting."

"Let them fight. I have limited the combat effectiveness of many of them, and nothing will happen."

"That's what I'm talking about. You can't kill anyone by beating like this. How boring."

Richard: "..."

Turning his head to look at Kerret, he asked, "You seem to be idle? Has your new world been created?"

"How is that possible?" Kerret laughed at himself, "It's only been so long, I haven't even built a framework, and now I've discovered that creating a world is not as simple as I imagined, and it takes a long time to think about a small detail. Moreover, the more you pursue perfection, the more painful it is. What about you, where have you come to create the world?"

"It's coming, it's coming." Li Cha stood up, squinted and looked into the distance, the smile on his face thickened. He hardly smiled before, but now he is smiling more and more.

He smiled and said, "Wait a while and you will see the new world I am going to create. Believe me, it is an absolutely beautiful world, although not absolutely perfect."

"Well, I'll look forward to it, and look forward to visiting you in your new world next time."

"Well, see you then.".

"Goodbye."

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