When Luton is in Paradise Lost, he will quietly change, whether actively or passively.

This process of alienation is embodied in all aspects.

It's like countless cloned embryos, and finally live into billions of different appearances.

But the newcomer Luden realized one thing, whether it is alienation or evolution, within the foreseeable range, there is an end.

In the visible end, the master is undoubtedly the best choice.

If the conjecture is a little bolder, perhaps this kind of alienation, reincarnation, and cycle has been carried out more than once.

And the identity of the master is also complicated.

He may be the real Luden, the earliest awakened Luden, or the end of the last alienation, the complete body

Regardless of the truth, the people of Paradise Lost right now are all aiming for the Master and are constantly growing.

As for what kind of flowers Paradise Lost will eventually bear.

Let Ludon wait and see.

Lutdon came back to his senses, and the master had begun to entertain everyone,

"You can feel free to visit here, you can also ask me questions, I am willing to answer any questions you have, this is not generosity, but the only way to cooperate sincerely."

As soon as the master's voice fell, many people immediately asked questions.

Ludon noticed that Sunday had broken away from the crowd and began to prepare to hang out within the walls.

Ludon chased after him and asked curiously,

"Aren't you going to ask questions?"

31,000 gold coins is not a small amount!

Take your entire net worth as a ticket on Sunday, but don't plan to ask the master?

Sunday gave him a surprised look, "You just don't have a code name, do you, good luck guy." ”

After sighing, Sunday looked back at the master who was surrounded by everyone,

"This is a boring game, the master is the questioner, the answerer, you can get a full score in the back, and you can even reward yourself with a little red flower, what is he doing, is he playing at home?"

Ludon wondered, "I didn't expect you to be a nihilist?" ”

In the mouth of Sunday, everything makes no sense, a typical nihilist.

Sunday snorted coldly and spread his hands,

"Nihilist? Who isn't, everyone may feel that everything is meaningless at some point, and start thinking about all kinds of empty but useless questions, we are all like this, but please don't use this kind of word to define me, don't you think it is a very stupid thing to define a Ludon, a person, you want to summarize my complex human nature in a few simple words, it is a little too narrow. ”

"I now know why they hate you."

Ludon shook his head,

"You're really not likeable."

Sunday replied disdainfully,

"If I want to be likable, I should be reincarnated as a gold coin, not Luden."

There seemed to be a vigorous vitality in him, allowing him to scare the air.

But most of the time, what Sunday says makes so much sense that it's impossible to refute.

Ludon simply broke away from the master, followed Sunday, and continued to ask,

"If you don't like the Master, why come in?"

"Why did you come in, why did you leave, why are you so many why, if I have an answer to every question, then what have I become, a second-rate Q&A platform?"

Sunday rolled his eyes and looked at Ludon with a gloomy face, and he reminded,

"Anyone who beats someone in Paradise Lost will be fined!"

A lot of people want to beat up on Sundays.

Unfortunately, they can't afford to pay the price.

Ludon stretched out his hand helplessly,

"You have a reason for doing this, right?"

"Reason? I do have one, to be honest, I'm tired of our conversations, I'm like a babbling loser with a mouth full of complaints, and you, more like a dazed and ignorant curious baby. ”

Sunday threw down a sentence and walked away,

"If you get too close to the sun, you'll be blind."

Ludon stayed where he was, looking at the Sunday that had gone away, and then looked back at the Master, recalling the words before Sunday.

"The Sun"

On the master's side, everyone asked some questions, but they were all insignificant.

No. 1 couldn't stand it anymore, interrupted everyone, and asked bluntly,

"Master, are you back in a brave new world?"

The room fell silent instantly, and everyone was waiting for the master's answer.

The master nodded stiffly, "That's right, but it's not that I went back, it's that I found a way to deliver the message." ”

The faces of everyone in the audience changed dramatically at this moment!

Does the Master have a way to deliver a message to Brave New World?

This is no small matter!

If this way is monopolistic, it means that the Master will always be the richest man in Paradise Lost!

This competition was unfair from the start.

The Sabbath opened,

"All these manipulative bodies come from the brave new world?"

The master nodded again, without any concealment, "That's right. ”

All of Ludon figured out at this moment how the Master circumvented the containment rules of the Brave New World.

According to the rules of Brave New World, containment is premised on the existence of all sapient beings and those with the potential to develop into sapient beings.

There's a hidden condition here: containment has and only once.

They can't create top-notch artificial intelligence, they can't clone any creatures, and they're all contained away.

But!

Get a group of people out of the intelligent beings that have been contained in Brave New World, take their consciousness out, and let them remotely control some of their bodies.

This is not a violation of containment rules!

Because they've been contained! Moreover, they voluntarily chose to come to Paradise Lost, and they had the freedom to leave at any time.

"I see."

Number One nodded slightly and muttered,

"Just like the online article, you get some players to another world, let them serve as the fourth natural calamity, and become your cheap labor, these players will also enjoy it, and readers with poor information will also be happy."

The Sabbath said angrily,

"Do you only have Shuangwen in your mind besides Shuangwen?"

No. 1 vibrates with words,

"If I could, I wouldn't mind being the male protagonist of Shuangwen!"

The principal nodded slowly,

"It may be a little strange for the other Ludons to say this, but the thought that it was the number one who said this suddenly makes sense."

"Okay, now is not the time to lose No. 1, there will be more days like this in the future."

The master stopped the crowd from laughing at the patriarch's behavior and asked,

"Any other questions?"

"Yes."

Number One asked again,

"How did you get the consciousness of so many intelligent beings to Paradise Lost?"

There are 4,000 bodies here, and it took the master less than 5 minutes to get 4,000 people!

This efficiency. It's horrible!

"It's easy."

The master showed the crowd a program and a text:

"Click on this app, and you will enter a place called [Paradise Lost], manipulate a 100% simulated body, and start a wonderful adventure."

After reading this text, everyone looks at me, I look at you, and I feel like watching a big fool.

"That's it? That's it? ”

Number One is a little incredulous,

"Just one piece of text, and you got 4,000 people?"

This text is unattractive, and at first glance, it is a number of words typed out casually by the author of a third-rate online article, calling it text garbage and insulting garbage.

One was still questioning the Master, and the other Ludons had a different opinion.

"I see!"

It dawned on Sabbath, "I understand." ”

The principal nodded slowly, "I understand, too." ”

The surrounding Ludon nodded one after another, and even the magician nodded, as if he understood something.

Finally, after a brief thought, Number One nodded,

"I see!"

(End of chapter)