"Oak (16)"

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"Oak (13)"

“……”

Looking at the broken wood and the turned up dirt all over the ground, Yang Ming, who was dressed in a thick blue cotton coat, blended in without a trace into the group of homeless people whose homes were destroyed by the Chirita people.

The only difference is that his seemingly irregular movements are always accompanied by the inexplicable reduction in size of the overturned trees around him.

It is said that the medical rescue system in various urban areas of New York was originally perfect enough, but under such a catastrophe, there are always places that cannot be taken care of, such as the homeless people in New York's Central Park.

"Help me!"

"It hurts!"

The homeless people who were smashed and blown down seemed to be lying here and waiting except for each other's self-help.

Yang Ming wandered among the homeless, but he didn't help anyone, let alone use his ability to collect blocks to rescue those homeless people who were crushed.

There is no point in doing that, except to expose yourself.

"Almost, one hundred and forty-three pieces of wood, two hundred and fifty-one pieces of earth, and thirty-five stones, should be enough for me to do something."

Looking at the sun that was already at noon, and the rescue team and medical team that had finally arrived late thirteen hours after the end of the war, Yang Ming left the park without thinking about turning around.

Once the immigration bureau verifies his identity, he will be easily repatriated, but even if he is sent back to the Celestial Empire, he is still a black household, so let's talk about it for a while.

Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen, Yang Ming, who was eating Taco burritos, hesitated, "It's damn, when I read novels at home, I really didn't notice that the protagonists of those novels are so new?" Go wherever you want? ”

Looking at the wild scene in the neighborhood across the street, he was really stunned.

If nothing else, let's just say that the tattooed men who were carrying guns and sticks on the street, gathered around and didn't know what to talk about, looking at the sparks churning when they added combustibles to the surrounding gasoline barrels, Yang Ming felt that it was not his world.

Yang Ming, who had never been to the United States before the crossing, is now a black household, does not know the road, has no money, and has no means to save his life, just to find a place to put up the workbench, and he doesn't know where to avoid the surveillance.

It's not like staying at home, lying in bed, drinking happy water, watching movies and reading novels.

"It's annoying! I still have to go back to the ancient one, and I can solve the problem of basic food and clothing. ”

After sadly determining that even if he crossed, even if he had a golden finger, he was not a male protagonist in a broad sense, Yang Ming walked to the New York Temple.

177A Blick Street, Manhattan, Yang Ming remembered this address, looked up at the European-style ancient building, walked up the stairs and pushed the door to enter.

"Eh, Mr. Cable, why are you back again?"

When the chubby Asian mage saw Yang Ming coming in, he hurriedly got out and blocked his way.

"I still have some things I want to study with the Ancient One!"

In line with the attitude that face or something is not very important, as long as he can solve the problem of food and clothing, even if he is stopped, he still continues to walk inside.

"The Supreme Mage has left, the problem here has been solved, and the Mage is unarming."

After the fat man finished speaking, he turned around and opened the door and left, and an old mage who looked not too old walked over: "My name is Daniel Drum, I am the guardian of the New York Temple, please don't care about Wang's attitude, the Supreme Mage told me when he left that you would come back." ”

Yang Ming, who had no impression of this old mage, still followed the previous trick: "It turned out to be you, I know you, after all, I am from the future, but I can't say anything more to you, because I'm afraid that I will change the course of history." ”

"Of course, I understand!"

Master Daniel smiled kindly, and directly led Yang Ming to the room where he had stayed before: "Ancient One Master has something to deal with when he returns to Kama Taj, and I will come back in a few days to discuss the future with you." ”

After saying that, the mage, who looked very personable, left directly.

After a day and night of baptism, Yang Ming obviously felt that his face was much thicker, and after Master Daniel took the door and left, he didn't have any embarrassment, thinking about how to strengthen himself, and at the same time recall the relevant plots he had watched before.

"I've watched all the movies before, and there are many episodes in the same universe that I haven't watched at all, but fortunately, the main characters know who they are, so it's good to stay away from them......"

As he pondered, he organized an empty space in the room with the intention of making the workbench, the foundation of all creation.

"Workbench = Wood×10, the crafting table required is empty-handed. With him, I can make a set of wooden helmet armor, wooden walls, and various basic tools, and I can make myself a shelter! ”

didn't care if Gu Yi would find out his golden finger, and even said that he took the initiative to show his ability to endorse the New Zealand coins that he blew before.

A burst of golden light erupted from his hands, like the glare of a mage of the Supreme Sanctuary when he cast a spell, and an unpretentious workbench appeared in the clearing.

workbench

Defense: ∞

An auxiliary countertop that can be manufactured on a basic basis.

However, after waiting for the workbench to be made before retrieving the game's backstage, he suddenly realized that there was much less to do at hand than he had imagined.

For example, because there are no monsters in games like Slime, there is no way to get gel, so he has no way to make torches, and without torches, even if there are stones, he has no way to make a furnace, there is no way to make a furnace, there is no way to enter the metal age from the Stone Age.

Is the tech tree directly cut off?

He sat here in a state of worry, not noticing that above him, near the canopy, a small portal was opening with a golden edge.

Kama Taj, the parlor of the Ancient One.

Gu Yi, who came in from outside, motioned to the chubby mage Wang not to salute him, Wang closed the portal that monitored Yang Ming, and asked Gu Yi respectfully, "Can I ask questions?" ”

"Ask."

"Why did you let you go back to the temple again, there are a lot of precious magic weapons there, which are really not suitable for an outsider like him, and the ability of this person is very strange."

Hearing this, the Ancient One Master smiled and said, "It's okay, as he said, existence is reasonable, don't pay too much attention to him." ”

Wang still had doubts, but the Ancient One Master had a final answer on the topic: "Okay, this is a little interesting little guy, you don't need to pay too much attention to him, it is true that as he said, he has not changed the timeline much." ”

The two talked about something else, and this matter was a turning page.

But in the New York Temple, Yang Ming encountered a new problem.