Sweetwater-kun?

When did I get such a nickname, Duchamp thought to himself.

He wanted to correct the two of them and give himself a well-known name, but he couldn't think of a good name.

He greeted the two of them, and looked at his little planet, where the spore plants and plankton he had obtained last year seemed to have grown a small patch, and under the big coconut tree, another sapling had emerged, but it had not yet grown leaves.

He showed the scene to his two neighbors, and Spore boasted to himself: "That's, and I don't look at who gave the seed of life, the growth rate is first-rate." ”

Fuyou-kun corrected: "The main thing is that the nutrients of Sweet Water-kun's water are better. ”

Now that it was time for boredom, Duchamp decided to chat with the two of them and learn about this peculiar space by the way.

"Plankton-kun, Spore-kun, what do you do on weekdays? I'm talking about not waiting for gifts. ”

Spore Jun said depressedly, "What else can I do besides sleeping and occasionally checking the reproduction of spores." ”

Duchamp turned his head and asked, "What about the floating king?" ”

"I've just invented a way to play time, divide plankton into different areas and queues, and then have them compete in growth progress. Or maybe you want to design some new queue shapes, like this. Plankton-kun said with gusto, showing off the various circular, pentagram-shaped, or irregularly shaped planktonic flora on his planet.

Duchamp pondered the amount of information contained in these words, and cautiously asked, "Then can you leave here and go somewhere else?" ”

"Leave!" The two friends glanced at him and smiled.

The plankton shook the various tattoos on his body, arranged them in an S shape, and said, "The little guy who was born for a few days wanted to go out." ”

Spore Jun explained seriously: "How can the birth of a living planet be so easy, in this cradle without danger, absorbing the nutrients of the nebula, it will take at least tens of millions of years, or even hundreds of millions of years, to have the ability to be independent, to be qualified to go to the primary realm outside the cradle, if you can pass the dangerous period of the primary realm, it is possible to enter the main plane and become a real civilized planet." Among them, it may be a long time of billions of years. ”

The two friends each stretched out a hand and stroked the bald head of the little planet, comforting its fantasy and ignorance.

Spore Jun pointed to the four dazzling planets at the top of the stars and said, "The four of them have evolved to the top level of the cradle, and they may be put into the primary realm in the near future. ”

Duchamp looked at the dazzling four giant planets at the top of space, and his heart was full of envy.

Suddenly, a flute sound came from far and near, which made people feel refreshed when they heard it, and the spring grass was born with a hundred flowers.

"Here comes the shepherdess, here comes the shepherdess!" Countless planets rejoiced and danced in unison.

"Today there is a shepherdessman passing by, oh my God, this is a great opportunity!" A well-informed planet in the center of the top between the cradles lost its voice.

The four big stars that occupy the top of the space are lit up together, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A shepherdessman flew over on a crane, and the melodious sound of the flute came from a green flute she held in her hand.

Directly above the cradle, she stopped, looked between the cradles, especially the four great stars in the center, and finally made up her mind, and with a hook of her fingers, the well-informed star broke away from the gravitational pull between the cradles, flew towards her car, and stayed in front of her.

In this space surrounded by a thick nebula, only the top of the sky could see through, and the big star left, and a thick pillar of light immediately shone through the upper layer. The stars on the next layer vied with joy to catch the pillar of light, causing a commotion in the space.

After this brief commotion, all the stars let out a joyous cheer, chanting for the chosen companion and making their own requests.

The shepherdessman looked at the thousands of little stars at her feet, and felt their childish and sincere request, and finally, stroking the green flute with her hand, the flute flew out, stopped in mid-air, and played a complete pastoral song.

Pastoral songs, sounding in this space.

Duchamp swore that he saw the light.

The golden brilliance shone from above the stars, and through the repeated refraction of the stars, it penetrated into it.

"What a warm light!" He muttered to himself contentedly.

He saw the tree!

In the river of his spiritual world, when the golden light shone brightly, the river suddenly boiled, turned into golden magma, and rose rapidly, and spread towards the desolate field.

In the depths of the river, a tree covered in gravel gradually emerged. Duchamp could even see the tree in its entirety.

From the bottom to the top, from the first layer of the most simple skills to the top, the layers are stacked, and many skills are piled up, forming complex branches and leaves. There are nine trunks that extend all the way to the top floor.

He even saw the top of a few branches that he had been trying to invest in. Among them, the branch that extends from 'confusion' and is full of control skills is called "mind", and there are also "insight", "change", "clone", "transformation", "retreat", "space", "destruction", and "resurrection".

It dawned on Duchamp why there were no real attack skills on the Phantom Tree. "Reason" is cognition, and every skill he thinks is actually a kind of cognition of strength, and on the basis of cognition, it is used. And in the upper part of the Illusion Principle, those skills composed of eight and nine layers of "Reason" may be able to destroy the world.

After being stunned like this for a long time, he suddenly realized that he shouldn't stare at such a high place now, no matter how hard he tried there, it was impossible to comprehend it now.

He turned intently to the skills of the lower classes that had already been learned, and in this pastoral song he muttered to himself: "The breath of life, this is the ability to replenish; Illusion Blessing, which is the ability to materialize energy; stealth, which is the ability to blur; instantaneous, which is the ability to fold space; Accelerated healing, which is the ability to recover; purification, which is the ability to assimilate; Mana resonance, which is the ability to transform. And what about the illusion of reason? This is the ability to be free and unconventional! ”

The Phantom Tree responded with joy, slowly emerging from the sand at the bottom of the river, the seven skills glittering.

Golden magma filled the land, and now, Duchamp truly understood what it meant to be like a surge of power.

These magma are the power contained in his body.

This is the level that the Eighth Order should have!

Duchamp looked with joy at the empty field, which was his world.

Suddenly, he saw dark clouds, dense clouds above this field.

"What's this?" Curiously, he tentatively probed the clouds.

The clouds suddenly became violent, and they were filled with the power of thunder and lightning, nay, a power more terrifying than thunder and lightning.

"Seal!" Duchamp spat out two words that he could not understand.

The magma on the ground was enraged, and they slammed into it, filling the whole world in the blink of an eye. They could not have shaken the clouds, but the higher rules contained in the pastoral song made them fearless. After several failed impacts, two complex patterns suddenly appeared in the magma layer, and in the blink of an eye, all the magma attached to these two lines, one after the other, like two cannonballs, burning towards the sky.

After a few rounds, there was not much magma left on the ground, and the seal in the sky had become rusty and lost its luster.

"Stop, stop, are you going to self-destruct?"

Duchamp gave orders to his forces in horror.

The magma, which had little energy left, returned to its river in anger, silently absorbing the light of the starry sky, preparing to make a comeback.

At this moment, the green flute stopped.

The world receded from Duchamp's perception.

With the last bit of inspiration, Duchamp glanced at the sky.

That's his lost memory!

"It's not such a simple thing, the master will come back and beat you to pieces!" He finally put a cruel word.

With just a few efforts, life on all planets grew luxuriantly, and even the only spores and plankton on Duchamp's small planet grew violently. But what was even happier was Duchamp's own heart, and he suddenly realized a kind of exuberance of wanting to be free.

Suddenly, some points of light jumped from the beach of this small planet, jumped down towards the wider water surface next to it, and turned into a group of transparent swimming fish, swimming happily and freely in the clear water.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Duchamp couldn't help but rejoice when he saw that there was suddenly a group of such high-level creatures on his planet, and his heart swam freely with the fish, as if every fish was his doppelganger, and the joy of every fish was his joy.

The shepherd's flute automatically returned to the shepherdess's hand. She solemnly looked down at the stars at her feet that were immersed in life, and said, "My name, Irmadal Aland Siniyag. ”

While the stars were mesmerizing and enjoying the explosion of life beneath the madrigal, the shepherdess's throne disappeared into the vast universe.

Duchamp, who was shallow, didn't know that the voice just now was not an ordinary song, but one of the most incredible magic in the universe: enlightenment.

Some of the stars glow with new light, which is a sign that a new species has been born.

New planets like Plankton and Spore Monarch have not yet accumulated civilization levels to that point, but they don't have to envy others, they happily checked their harvest, although no new species have been produced, but the spores and plankton have produced new species, which can be regarded as a major harvest.

"Look, the spores on the little guy have exploded!" Spore Jun pointed to Duchamp's bare little planet and said in surprise.

Duchamp came back to his senses, looked at the shore, and was stunned.

The beach was covered with spores of all sorts of colors. And in this water, it seems that the variety and quantity of plankton have also increased dramatically.

"Ah, today is such an exciting day, I am so excited, I have not encountered such an adventure in hundreds of years, and I must devise a hymn in praise of Her Majesty the Ascension Shepherd." Fuyoujun shook the shiny tattoo all over his body and said.

"Ah, today's harvest is truly extraordinary, Her Majesty the Ascension Shepherd will come to this little place of ours, which will not happen once in a hundred years, and I have decided to record it carefully in my diary." Spore Jun said excitedly.

"Your diary? Over there? Duchamp and Plankton asked curiously.

"Look here." Spore Jun proudly pointed to a special place on the planet and explained, "The arrangement of these spore groups is according to certain rules, this is my diary. ”

"Oh my God, Spore-kun, you're so smart!" The plankton looked at it with admiration and decided that he would also make a copy of a floating diary.

The stars faded away, and Duchamp's annual dream came to an end.