Time flies.

Before you know it, most of the military training has passed.

It is now the morning of the tenth day, and all the freshmen are doing a 10-kilometer field training.

Ma Liang ran in the queue out of breath, striding with the same difficulty as everyone else, shouting hoarsely, in fact, he was already out of the world.

These days, he's been thinking about how to get started with this crucial first step.

This step is not easy, Ma Liang has such scruples and such considerations, and there does not seem to be a perfect and foolproof way.

Do you really want to set up a "white glove" like the answerer? Leave it all to him?

No!

Ma Liang denied such an idea without thinking.

It is extremely dangerous to do so.

Even if "white gloves" are needed, everything needs to be carried out within the framework set by him.

He is not trying to master it completely, nor is he trying to be perfect, at least the general trend and direction must be determined.

"Students work harder, the camp is about to arrive, the top five companies will have lunch at noon today, and they will serve everyone at the end, cheer up, cheer up!"

At the beginning of the departure, there were still singing and trumpets, but at this point, only heavy panting remained, and the instructors and support convoys followed the whole process, and once someone fell, it was properly handled.

However, as long as you can still move, you don't give up halfway, and no matter how squeamish a girl is, she has to run the ten kilometers obediently.

"Old, old horse, I can't do it, I can't do it anymore, I, I'm going to die, I'm dead!"

Ma Liang hugged Zhu Ming, who was staggering, and looked left and right, and the team had scattered.

The three companies were stretched back and forth for hundreds of meters, and many people were wooden, their eyes were dull, and their bodies were sweaty, just taking mechanical steps.

The camp is at the foot of the hill in front of it, and it doesn't seem to be a long distance, but it's out of reach when you actually run.

"No, no, really, really!" Zhu Ming looked like he was about to faint, Ma Liang was not as exaggerated as him, tired and tired, but he could still persevere.

"I'll hold on to you, it's almost there, hold on...... Come, give me your backpack! ”

"Thanks, thanks, buddy, you're really, really awesome."

Ma Liang grinned.

His body is just ordinary, and the reason why he can still persist is because he is distracted, always thinking about something that is inconceivable in the eyes of ordinary people.

The more you focus on the pain, the more painful it becomes, and the more you waver, the easier it is to give up.

Just like the camp in front, is he also like Zhu Ming, overly concerned, too caring, too entangled in the gains and losses of interests and some details, and ......

Ma Liang was thoughtful.

It may be that the tragic experience of the old time and space made him a little afraid, just like his strong rejection and resistance to white gloves.

Since white gloves are indispensable, we should actively think of ways, work hard, struggle, and even if we encounter the worst, he still has a magic pen.

Afraid of what?

I'm afraid of a fart!

Thinking of this, Ma Liang only felt suddenly enlightened, and even his body felt much more relaxed.

"I, I said old horse, slow, slow, slow!"

Ma Liang said angrily: "Dead fat, fat and fat, just give you weight loss!" ”

At this time, the instructor ran over, looked at the fat man, patted Ma Liang's shoulder, and fell to the back of the team to take care of the others.

Half an hour later, the camp was in sight.

Ma Liang was still thinking.

Now that the most difficult decision has been made, the thinking is much clearer.

This time, he doesn't want to be exhaustive, he just needs to plan the framework and shape a general trend in the right direction from the start.

As for the specific process, evolution, development, etc., it is really beyond the scope of ability, and it is better to hand it over to the "white glove" part-time worker than to force it.

But what is this framework, in other words, what is the highest mission of the birth of this "white glove"?

This highest mission can only be what Ma Liang wants to get and achieve, as well as what is eliminated and prevented!

Ma Liang wants space-time oscillation and continuous harvesting of sources, small input and large output.

I want to complete my own strength and transformation.

I want to become a "manga artist", build my own time and space, and gain true freedom.

There are two things that we want to put an end to and prevent.

First, it must not cause an apocalyptic catastrophe or cause huge losses and regressions to human society and civilization.

Second, you must not endanger yourself, whether it is the stability of time and space, or the creation of the magic pen.

If you think about it, it seems like that's all.

Then there's how to set it up!

Ma Liang's brain was wide open.

Could there be such a situation.

In the vast multiverse, the vast multidimensional time and space, in the corner of the monolithic universe that does not know time, dimensions, and monolithic universe, a highly and alternative development civilization has suddenly come to an end.

When destruction comes, countless dandelion-like seeds flee to the multiverse, multidimensional time and space, in the hope that the spark of civilization will be continued and reborn in another soil?

The vast majority of attempts and efforts have failed, but there is such a spark that has gone through hardships, wandered for countless years, countless universes, countless time and space, and came to the earth at a certain time in a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day?

On this tinder, there is a kind of creation of this civilization!

It is a kind of consciousness similar to the central intellectual brain, but it has no subjective consciousness, no subjective tendencies and emotions, only a cold, supreme mission set at the beginning of creation.

Due to the alternative and special nature of this civilization, it has no main race.

Are all the "people" in civilization the products obtained by combining and debugging with other civilizations?

It's like parasitism!

Inject your own DNA fragments into the DNA of a parasitic civilization (Earth), like apples grown by grafting on a peach tree?

So, parasitic civilization is safe!

And because, in the process of fleeing, most of the resources and data on the fire are lost, and the "database" of creation is incomplete, so all information about the history of the hometown and civilization is lost, and there is only one supreme mission to drive all the actions of the creation.

This creature is called the Creator!

Oh no, the Creator is actually Yourself, it should be the Creator (pseudo), it seems to be omnipotent, but in fact everything is in its own hands.

Ma Liang will never have any contact or contact with it to avoid being discovered by the power he has set.

But Ma Liang needs to define its "database" well, and stuff it with his own private goods, so that after the new system is rolled out, it will be hidden in the sea of sand.

If you think about it again, is there a loophole in this setting!?

Seems to work!

"Think again, think again, don't worry, be cautious, be cautious!"

He told himself.

Just then, he was awakened by a burst of laughter.

It turned out that the camp had arrived, and he was too involved, so he didn't get in, and he was still pulling the fat man who was out of breath and running forward!

"Convinced, really convinced, big brother, Brother Ma, you will be my brother in the future, my brother!" , Zhu Ming relieved himself and said to Ma Liang.