Wan also recalled his experiences since he was captured by the Third Research Institute of the Silver and Gold Alliance.

Throughout the process, he hadn't made any drastic breakthroughs in aetheric energy.

As for the calamity, with the exception of Stage 3 and the mysterious Stage 4, Stages 1 and 2 are only naturally attained with the accumulation of aetheric energy.

However, in terms of the accumulation of aether energy alone, the total amount of aetheric energy added up to all the thousands of people today is innumerable.

But it's not without sayings.

Considering that in terms of qualitative change, the situation between the clones is separated from the ontology, and the doppelganger individuals completely enjoy their own qualitative changes.

If in terms of etheric energy, Wan Yi also follows this mechanism, then there is really no way.

Wan Yi's etheric energy can't be saved.

The amount is slightly reduced to a relatively considerable level, and he will be separated, sometimes according to his mood.

Perhaps this is the reason why Wan Yi has always been in such a normal situation, and he has never had that cool aether energy boiling and burning, and aether particles floating around.

One of the points that Wan Yi pondered was that as long as the etheric energy could not reach the standard, the calamity would not be able to break through and sublimate in the stage?

It's so hard to think about it, this kind of thing is just a dull thought by yourself and can't get any results at all.

There is no way to do it behind closed doors, so you can only consider asking others.

The good news is that the next Yinjin alliance that will officially unite with the drama is precisely the Sky Island Group that has the most thorough research on the calamity and aether energy on the surface in the Broken World.

Wan Yi should not lack opportunities to ask people in the future.

After thinking about it, Wan Yi went home directly through the exchange.

I'm really tired enough today, so I need to get some rest.

……

"Meow~." As soon as I got home, Mr. Mask made a sound, today's Mr. Mask is a white tiger, although the details should be imitated by an adult white tiger, but because of the size of the relationship, it looks like a little cub.

"I'm fine." Wan Yi squatted down and sharpened Mr. Mask.

Mr. Mask has been in the war for a long time, and when the last soul shock broke out, he asked the clone to take it home in advance for fear that it would be affected and injured.

Because he was still unsure of Wan Yi's situation, he was sent away, and he jumped at home for a while, his coat color kept changing, and he couldn't persuade him.

Mr. Wan also took Mr. Mask and prepared a little food for himself with the stock in the refrigerator.

A tragic battle did not affect his appetite after the war, and it can even be said that he had a great appetite.

"Wow. Do you have some? ”

"Meow~."

"Too full to eat and don't want to eat? yes, that's a shame. ”

"Meow~."

After eating, Wan Yi threw Mr. Mask on the sofa.

Now Wan Yi's small home is much more deserted.

In fact, a long time ago, because Wan Yi himself created a lot of jobs for himself, many fish monsters who stayed in Wan Yi's house were caught and sent to work.

Because there is a reward for a good job, they are not so reluctant, but they still have to do it.

So Wan Yi's house was not so lively in the morning.

Now leave one for cleaning and one for cooking.

It is worth mentioning that this cooking clone is the one who was addicted to dark cuisine at the beginning, and of course, after being beaten by the body a few times, he will no longer serve experimental dark cuisine to the table.

It is possible to send the finished product of the undead to eat.

Wan Yi took a shower, and halfway through the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror and began to be in a daze.

He doesn't really like to look in the mirror, and it can easily make him feel sick to see a doppelganger.

In the final analysis, whether it is because of his past experience or because of this doppelganger ability, he hates himself, in every sense.

A lean body, seemingly non-threatening muscles, contain power that can burst out at any time.

Wan Yi gently stroked his eyelids.

"The dark circles seem to have deepened again." He said regretfully.

Originally, after a long period of recuperation, it has gradually faded a lot.

"Ontology, Ontology, for the first time, we have won a half-step calamity head-on!"

"It took a lot of sacrifices to win the victory, so we have a plan."

"It's been a long time since I've held a celebration party!"

"The previous sentence is a little different from this one."

"Is there one? The funeral is a happy event. ”

"Although the funeral is not used for this occasion, I agree!"

"Celebration feast! Celebration Feast! ”

Wan also didn't speak, and let the clone in his head be noisy.

It is impossible to really expect Wan Yimen to be saddened by the large number of their own deaths.

They will only ......

"It's a pity, why didn't it take my turn to die thousands at a time?"

"I was already rushing to jump forward, but the competition was really fierce."

"Thousands of dogs!"

"I think the funniest thing is that I wasn't killed by the sweeping robot.,A few clones who were killed by the body going crazy and killing themselves.,I think those are the real ones.。

"Is there really no shady scene in the body?"

"Get out." This is Wan Yi's response to this group of clones who are obsessed with fancy suicide.

"Let's talk about the celebration banquet." Wan Yi said that he had dried his body and left the bathroom naked, anyway, there were only himself and Mr. Mask at home, and he was not very worried.

"So you agree with the ontology?"

"Yay!"

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't agree, Wuyiwang is already setting up a stall."

"Grass."

"Brother Curse remembers to come, the commendation conference is definitely the biggest protagonist."

"Giggle...... Good. ”

The latter things have nothing to do with Wanyi's ontology, and Wanyi's internal team building has nothing to do with ontology.

Wan Yi himself didn't bother to mix with them.

Putting on his light pajamas, he fell into bed, closed his eyes, and went to the theater.

……

But this time, unlike the previous direct arrival at the theater, when Wan Ye found his place in the darkness after closing his eyes, he did not see the theater for the first time.

Whew......

The sound of flipping through a book came to my ears.

A name appeared in front of Wan Yi's eyes.

"Smart Machine".

Smart machines?

Wan was also puzzled.

Could it be that after years of suffering, I finally managed to return to normal sleep, and then I dreamed all of a sudden?

Ah, no, it's still noisy in his head, so he must not have fallen asleep yet.

Damn it.

So what's going on with this "smart machine"?

The intelligent machine reactions in the Book of Calamity have completely disappeared, and Wan Yi still thinks that it was removed because it lost too ugly, and now what do you want to play in your "dream"?

When Wan Yi thought so, the pale red word "Zhiji" in front of him suddenly turned into light particles and dispersed.

Then, the darkness around them lit up.

Ahead, a figure appeared.

(End of chapter)