Huang Si's daily life is very regular, going to bed early and getting up early, going to work to fish, and returning home from work. Three meals a day are solved in the canteen of the unit, or you just buy some food and cook it at home.

Except for relatives and a few particularly good friends, Huang Si doesn't deal with people much, so the only anomaly he can think of is the blank paper book he picked up today.

Where did I put the book?

He thought about it for a moment, it should be on the table in the living room?

Thinking of this, Huang Si got up, walked to the living room, and then reached out to the table to fumble for the leather cover book.

Where is it?

Oh, here.

As soon as Huang Si's fingers touched the soft leather surface of the book, the whole line of sight suddenly bloomed.

The dazzling light filled the entire horizon, and Huang Si's eyes stayed in the dark for too long, completely unaccustomed to this brightness, and suddenly he couldn't see anything.

He reflexively closed his eyes, but still felt the light shining on his eyelids, making his eyes uncomfortable and having to block them with his hands.

In this piece of light, Huang Si's body trembled slightly, and then the whole person froze like a clay wood sculpture.

The information rushed into Huang Si's brain like lightning.

Huang Si only felt that his whole head was about to explode, and a terrifying amount of information occupied all his thoughts in an instant, and then, like cramming, he was forced to memorize it.

That wave of information vibrated several times in Huang Si's mind, as if he wanted to solidify his memory, and this process made Huang Si break out in a cold sweat so uncomfortably that he almost fainted again.

As if sensing that Huang Si's spirit was about to collapse, the transmission of information stopped.

After a long while, when his eyes gradually adjusted to the light, Huang Si opened his eyes.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a book that radiated light.

The light is evenly scattered throughout the book, and the brightness is so high that it even gives the illusion of light pressure.

And the reason why I knew that this was a book, not a handbook that I thought before, was because this book had just told Huang Si in its way.

So, Huang Si now "knows" that this is the book.

The name of the book is "Creation".

In addition to this, Huang Si also gained another piece of knowledge.

He can make things.

What does it mean to create?

Huang Si only felt that the memory that had just rolled over in his mind like a steamroller was slowly sinking as if it had been submerged in water.

A gut telling oneself what to do to evoke a memory.

Because he didn't know what to do, Huang Si began to move the only thing that shone at hand, "creating" the book.

Now there are two more embossed words on the cover of the book: Create.

After opening the leather cover of the book, Huang Si found that there were already words on the originally snow-white and flawless pages.

He lifted the book, and on the first page were a few words written in italics:

Owner: Huang Si.

Huang Si turned the second page.

As a result, the second page is still blank and there is nothing.

He continued to turn back, but every page was blank, but when he turned it, Huang Si found a strange thing, the number of pages in this book didn't seem to be able to turn the end, he turned page by page, and the thickness of the two sides didn't change much for a long time. And if you insert and flip through it at random according to the thickness, it will be turned over, but the book is all white paper, no page number, and the thickness has not changed after a few flips back and forth.

Huang Si flipped to the back cover, white paper, with a leather cover attached to it.

There is really no superfluous information in this book.

But now the room is quite bright, and I don't have to turn on the phone lighting anymore. The creation book naturally glows and illuminates the entire living room, even from the kitchen and balcony.

Huang Si put his phone on the table and sat on the edge of the table with his hand touching the book.

Unable to find the answer in the creation book itself, Huang Si had to try to remember what had been stuffed into his mind just now.

Creation?

Manufacture of objects?

How is it made?

After thinking about it like this, Huang Si felt that the relevant information in his memory naturally emerged.

What to make? Let's have a loaf of bread.

As if instinctively, Huang Si focused slightly, and then, his gaze looked directly at his right hand on the side of the table.

At that moment, Huang Si clearly felt that he was using his consciousness to grasp some kind of power.

Then, use that power to condense slightly in the space above your right hand.

A piece of yellow and white bread suddenly appeared in the air, and then, just held firmly by Huang Si's right hand.

The bread is really made!

At the same time as the bread appeared, Huang Si also noticed that the power he clearly experienced had weakened, as if it had been consumed.

Huang Si hurriedly held the bread up in front of his eyes to observe, wanting to see what difference it had compared to ordinary bread.

After a closer look, Huang Si was speechless, this difference is too big!

Although at first glance it looks yellow, yellow and white and looks similar to ordinary bread slices, and the shape is similar, this piece of bread made by Huang Si out of thin air actually has a sense of unreality like a two-dimensional picture.

Yes, the color of this bread is extremely monotonous, even the boundaries of the colors are clear, there is no transition, and the whole slice of bread is very hard, there are no soft holes, and you can't even pinch it.

Huang Si raised the slice of bread to his nose and sniffed it, well, there was no smell.

This bread is so shoddy that it looks like it's out of a cartoon, or resembles a resin model, and it's fake to look at.

Failed.

However, Huang Si created something on his own for the first time.

Huang Si closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body.

A power was born in his body, and this power has the ability to create things. Other than that, Huang Si didn't know what this power was for.

It's just that making a loaf of bread is like a fake, does this power really work?

Could it be that it was because I didn't think about it well and created it casually to make a fake slice of bread?

Huang Si put the bread slices aside, and the fake bread actually made a crisp sound on the table.

This made Huang Si very speechless, the bread slices can be knocked, who will believe it? It's really fake.

Next, Huang Si planned to build a second object, and recalled what he was familiar with, or would it be simpler first? No, it has to be easy to test the authenticity.

After thinking for a while, Huang Si decided to find a nearby reference.

He flipped through the creation book, touched the smooth white pages, and then focused his mind on the blank table.

Paper.

Huang Si first sketched out the form, color, material, and touch of the paper in his mind, and then, using his consciousness to guide the power in his body, condensed it in an instant on the table.

A white page appears out of thin air above the tabletop and then falls on the table.

The incomparably natural falling action of the white paper made Huang Si happy in his heart, it seems that this time it was successful!

He hurriedly picked up the paper.

"It hurts!"

Huang Si directly threw the paper on the table, and then put his fingers in his mouth and sucked it.

As soon as he picked up the paper, his hand was inexplicably cut by the edge of the paper.

Fortunately, he let go quickly, otherwise he would have been a big mouth.

What's going on? Huang Si frowned and observed the white paper on the desktop. There was still a bead of blood on the edge of the white paper, which made Huang Si feel a pain in his flesh.

Through the bright light emitted by the creation of the book, Huang Si finally saw clearly—this white paper was unusually thin.

He took a tissue from the paper drawer on the table, wiped the saliva and blood from his fingers, and then gently pushed it to the edge of the white paper on the table.

The paper towel broke.

Huang Si was dumbfounded. This white paper is thin and hard, and the edges are like knife blades.

He ran to get the clothes pole again, and then tried to see if the white paper would really be sharpened like clay.

As a result, the clothes pole succeeded in crumpling the white paper, and the white paper failed to cut iron.

It seems that although the edge of the white paper is very sharp, the hardness is still not as good as that of metal.

Looking at the two strange objects he had created, Huang Si was speechless.

What kind of stuff is this, and such a dangerous white paper, even if it is wrinkled, he doesn't dare to pick it up now, even if he waits to be caught with a metal object, he doesn't dare to throw it casually, what if the trash can is scratched in the trash can?

What else can be built? Let's make it simpler.

Huang Si went to the kitchen to take a look, found a glass and picked it up.

In fact, Huang Si himself vaguely felt that he did not rely on this book to create objects, but that this book gave him this ability, and he used the power generated in his body to create things.

Is it harmful to the body to consume this power? Huang Si is not clear. However, there is nothing better to do now, only to take one step at a time.

He tapped the faucet on the other side of the sink in the kitchen, and sure enough, no water came out.

But there was some water left in the pool.

Huang Si touched the water droplets in the pool, it was too little.

He opened the boiling water bottle again and poured some water into the cup.

This boiling water was boiled last night, and it is already cold now. Huang Si returned to the living room with a glass filled with a shallow layer of water.

He placed the quilt on the table and looked inside the cup.

Water, this should be the easiest to create and the hardest to make mistakes.

And now there is ready-made water in the cup! You can't go wrong with making water, right?

Huang Si stared at the water in the cup, thinking, you must remember this structure and this look, by the way, water is made up of water molecules, and water molecules are ......

Suddenly, Huang Si found that the world around him was rapidly receding.

No, it's everything in front of you that is rapidly magnifying!

The glass becomes infinitely huge in an instant, and then disappears completely.

When Huang Si came back to his senses, he noticed that a string of bubble-like things appeared in front of his eyes.

In front of Huang Si, an extremely magical scene is emerging.

There are a number of circular spheres floating and moving, in groups of three.

As far as the eye can see, all of them are these spheres, almost endless.

The spheres are tightly connected in groups of three, but there is a slight gap between each group, which allows them to move freely.

Huang thought to see clearly, but the edges of those spheres were inexplicably blurred.

But it can still be vaguely seen that two of the spheres in the group of three are slightly smaller and have a faint cyan, while the middle one is larger and has a faint yellow.

The sphere floats, moves, spins in front of him.

"It's a water molecule!"

As a person with a background in science and engineering, Huang Si didn't forget all the things he learned in high school and college after all, and quickly reflected what he saw.