The day passed quickly, and the whole day was a lecture by Lu Moshou about a competitive game that was popular in Saturn, and Mark had no interest in the game at all, and almost didn't listen to anything.

But that doesn't mean the day was in vain, on the contrary, it was a day of extraordinary significance for Mark.

At that time, after reading Lu Moshou's profile, Mark used the 'All Things Born' to sneak his consciousness into Mao Fang, and the moment he entered, he saw that this race was thriving and decaying, after thousands of years, it was on the verge of extinction many times but it survived tenaciously, but the form and habits were still the same as when they were first born, and nothing changed.

Later, Mark dived into other species to observe, and found that they, like Mao Fang, could not evolve in order to adapt to the environment. As Yang Shouyi said, this piece of heaven and earth is blocked by the law, and nothing can become enlightened.

Rules are used to break, and after having 'all things born', Mark is very confident that he will fulfill his long-cherished wish in his previous life.

After observing most of the creatures on this planet, Mark infiltrated Mao Fang again, and finally, he was officially ready to attack this race.

The first is to gather all the hairs in the area, and the hairs change color according to the climate and region, which is just a natural physiological phenomenon and does not bring any practical effect.

Countless fiery red blocks gathered together, and the scene looked very spectacular, and at this moment, an evolution command actually popped out in front of Mark's eyes.

[Acceleration time: 50 years (group migration)]

[Acceleration Time 500 Years (Tribal Mode)]

Mark is an impatient, and decisively chooses to join the five-hundred-year-old 'tribal mode', and then hundreds of millions of slides flashed in front of his eyes, and the entire planet except for Mao Fang, the other creatures are in a semi-stop state of time, becoming non-aggressive.

Five hundred years have passed like a white horse, and Mao Fang has become extinct.

Mark froze, his mind buzzing, he couldn't figure it out.

Relying on the power of 'all creatures' to create a single-race space jump, allowing it to develop freely without natural enemies, but the result is unacceptable.

【You've failed】

The five big red letters brought Mark back to his senses, and the next moment, the planet returned to the state of five hundred years ago, and the Mao Fang were not extinct, and he realized: This seems to be a game?

Wrong!

On closer inspection, Mark found that there were fewer Mao Fang on this planet, and his movements were much slower than before, and his survivability was weaker. Although I don't know what the principle is, all this is real and has caused irreparable damage.

Mark blamed himself and decided to start over, this time he still chose the Mao side, and after gathering some Mao Fang, he jumped out of two options as before, and decisively chose to accelerate the fifty years of 'group migration'.

The average lifespan of Mao Fang is 26 years, and 50 years is about the same generation, and the new generation of Mao Fang is more robust and hairy than the previous generation.

Mark was very relieved to see the healthy Mao Fang alive, but the next direction was a little confused, and continuing the 'tribal mode' would definitely repeat the mistakes of the past, and continuing to 'group migration' would only be standing still.

The key is that Mark can't find the reason for Mao Fang's extinction, it is a bit far-fetched to say that the law of heaven and earth suppresses it, but he can't think of any reason, which is really head-scratching.

After weighing it, Mark decided to put the Mao Fang first, and consider starting with other races, and a single push race to advance is equivalent to destroying the ecological chain, and the Mao Fang may perish because of this.

This time, Mark attacked the elves, and the specific object was the lower elves he was most familiar with (the lower elves and the higher elves are divided into two races, and there is no evolutionary relationship), and first gathered the elves together, countless small light clusters flickered slightly, and looked down above like stars.

Nothing happens after the elves get together, and there are no pop-up options.

Since there is no option to proceed according to the original plan, the acceleration time is an unexpected product anyway.

Mark began to distribute the work of the elves, changing their habits, increasing the number of devourable elements, adapting to the social mode, developing ores, no longer being limited to tangling tree roots and dirt, completely subverting the way the lower elves had always lived.

By the time everything was in order, and the day was almost over, Mark withdrew his consciousness back to Earth.

"What's the smirk!

Mark, still immersed in joy, is pulled back to reality by a discordant voice.

Glancing up, there was a young man with a handsome face standing in front of him, but his appearance was ruined by the color cockscomb, Mark put away his smile and said lightly: "It's nothing." ”

"Yo, it's quite dragging, a year of Taoism. ”

The words of the cockscomb head caused laughter from everyone in the rear.

In this modern and highly civilized era of monasticism, they all start from the mother's womb, and even babies rarely have a year of Taoism, unless the poor family can't open the pot.

Almost none of the students present were less than 100 years old, so Mark was the equivalent of a ragged beggar in their eyes.

"If it's okay, can you get out of the way, I'm going back to the dormitory, don't get in the way." ”

Mark said lightly, he originally wanted to be polite, but the person in front of him really didn't give him a good impression.

The blood in the whites of the eyes of the cockscomb head skyrocketed, and it looked like he was about to roar at Mark, but he seemed to feel that he would not be able to hang his face if he was angry with a weak scumbag like Mark, so he forcibly endured it, and Sen Sen said: "How about we fight in the ring tomorrow?"

"No, I don't like to fight. ”

As soon as Mark finished speaking, a group of people behind him made all kinds of ridicule, ugly words floated out, and some people even started to push and shove.

This is to be replaced by an ordinary young man, and his mentality will explode in an instant, but what kind of person is Mark, the real thirty-thousand-year-old ancestor of the primitive world, and the only thing that can affect his mentality is the subsequent evolution of that planet.

"I'm not asking you, I'm just informing you. There was a great deal of provocation in the cockscomb's tone.

Mark didn't seem to be reacting, and walked away from the cockscomb head in the direction of the dormitory, which he had expected to turn out like this.

The dormitory is a one-person system, which is fully equipped, and basically needs to be used, which is very comfortable and convenient, there is no intrigue, and the roommates stage a realistic version of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" or something.

Connecting his ID card to the port here, Mark began to fumble for information, making up for his knowledge about the planet, and soon, he was immersed in it, and the night passed without him noticing.

The next day, on the way to the classroom, Mark noticed that everyone around him was avoiding him, and when he came to the front of the school building, he saw the following headline on the huge public screen monitor:

"Shocked! The new transfer student only has one year of Taoist cultivation, and he is clamoring for the first grade to fight to the death!"

Below the title, there is also a high-definition photo of Mark's face and back.

Mark was a little speechless, is this the so-called bullying and bullying, it is too naïve, a fool will waste this time.