No matter how fantastical the reality is, the plot that should appear will always appear in a process that it considers to be reasonable and reasonable.
Take for example Li Cang’s reply to a post from a believer who would be confused even after just two glances——
Just yell a few words casually, "God said that having a light body is a restraint and a prison, just as God also wants to break free from his shackles." Then a lot of believers will dive into their posts and become die-hard fans?
The world is very big, but Li Cang doesn’t believe there are so many idiots.
Click on a post and browse from the beginning to page 20.
"Pfft, the essence of human beings is indeed a repeater~"
Lao Wang was puzzled.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, look at this," Li Cang said, "the appearance rate of these IDs is obviously too high. From a time point of view, as long as the frequency of replies decreases, they will appear just in time. Although they will not be counted by the forum as one head and one click, but The post is still considered updated, and the post will reappear in the large list updated by time..."
"Looking at this batch of IDs, they usually appear in clusters between 8 and 11 o'clock every night. There are dozens or hundreds of them in a row. All it takes is to add a parentheses of the original article. Even the trolls dare not do this. I bought it, I think the vast majority of people are still adapting to the new lifestyle of being on a boat without electricity or internet and not being able to use their mobile phones, so during this most boring time, guess what they will do?”
Lao Wang suddenly realized,
"A wave of people are the individuals or organizations who created this follower's reply post. Are they consciously setting the pace?"
"The other group of people are just watching the excitement and don't mind the chaos. They are not believers at all. They just want to cause trouble and eat big melons!"
"Oh, maybe it's just for the sake of repeating. Emmm, I understand this very well. After all, when you are bored, it would be really happy to be an emotional repeater..."
Lao Wang briefly calculated the proportion of the rhythm party and the repeater, with a look of mourning on his face.
"Damn, those people who really believe are so pitiful..."
June 29, 2026.
It's the 30th day after birth on the mother planet, and I'm in a bad mood.
From time to time, the rolling clouds struck a few short, feeble lightning bolts. In the fierce hurricane, two floating islands appeared against the direction of the wind. One was like a carefree gourd, and the other was a top-heavy hourglass (still a gourd)!
The two islands were sailing side by side at the speed of a sightseeing tour, with rope chains behind them dragging seventeen or eight island fragments, each larger than their own bodies, trembling and rolling and colliding in the hurricane.
"Boom~"
This is the 23rd impact since early morning.
Debris about the size of a building flew past the edge of the floating island, shamelessly taking away Li Cang's most precious toilet.
The two tracks were facing each other, and with the help of the hurricane, Li Cang let the perpetrator run away before he could throw a hook, and his anger value was +1.
After Li Cang and Lao Wang's floating islands merged together, he discovered that the great sea route was not so easy to open.
According to the "rules", each floating island must have a relatively fixed trajectory. A complete cycle will yield certain benefits. Everyone who survives knows this.
As for why? What is the scientific basis for this? How long is a cycle?
It's all about imagination...
So far, no survivor on the forum has come forward to post about getting benefits from completing the cycle.
"Holding the grass, holding the grass scares me to death. Our little broken ball is still so angry while sitting in confinement. This wind must be eleven or two levels, right? What a loud tone!"
Lao Wang's shield-like body is as stable as a rock in the wind.
He even did this better than those geological fragments. That thing didn't have its own fixed orbit. Normally, An Anjing would like to disguise himself as a marshmallow next to the clouds, as safe and harmless.
The two floating islands are like poor boats in a storm. It's okay to face rough waves, but it's really too much for you to throw torpedoes at me.
"You...said...what...I...hear...but...can't...see..."
They were almost face to face, close enough to see whether the other person had washed his or her face this morning, but Li Cang still had to yell at the top of his lungs,
"How's the situation over there?"
"A big hole was smashed into my stilted building, and one of the sheep was blown away. This damn weather..."
After Lao Wang finished speaking, he showed an expression of disbelief.
"I automatically classified this situation into the 'weather' column? How dare I?!"
Poor sheep, it might as well have been stewed last night.
Li Cang searched everywhere for grain reserves.
Then I found that this idiot had made a nest shape under the buttocks of the black-skinned skeleton who was half-kneeling at the entrance of the mill. Their postures looked like the black-skinned skeleton had gone through all kinds of hardships and given birth to a chicken.
The food reserve was lying down underneath, with a cowardly look in his eyes.
In this kind of weather, we have to face the bombardment of tons of geological debris. Everything on the floating island is trembling, and there is a serious lack of sense of security.
Li Cang pointed upward,
"There is a high probability that there will be heavy rain soon. Have you prepared the water storage tank yet? Uh, considering the condition, it is also possible that there will be hail..."
"Isn't it just hail falling all the time? Hundreds, thousands, and tons of stone hailstones," Lao Wang said speechlessly. "It's already done. It was dug on the basis of the pond behind the stilted building. Damn, if this continues, people will die." , maybe if there’s a small stone with a self-aim, I’ll just lose it, I said, we have to find a place to hide!”
"Are you blown out of your mind?"
The world is vast, there is no world or ground on the floating island, where can I hide?
Lao Wang was also helpless and cursed.
"Damn it, where did Warnima come from so many fragments? Wasn't it fine the past two days!"
"Yes, it was fine before..." Li Cang suddenly said, "I have a bold idea. Is it possible that these fragments all come from the same place, such as a super giant floating island?"
After all, Li Cang can be said to have personally experienced this kind of situation once. At that time, the floating island in Yanchuan Second Hospital split and the surrounding area was comparable to a star ring, with fragments measuring in the tens of thousands.
"How big of an island is that?"
At a cursory glance, it was impossible to judge the extent of this seemingly sparse but extremely large debris rain. From the eyes to the horizon, there were shadows of debris everywhere as far as the eye could see.
"If it doesn't work, we'll hide behind the island base." Li Cang frowned habitually and made a gesture, "Part of the narrow hourglass-shaped part of my floating island is in a gravity-free state, and it's hung by a rope. That’s it, it doesn’t take any effort to stay there for as long as you want.”
"Don't you want the things above?"
"It's as if we can keep something if we stay up there."
"..."
However, the fortunes of the two floating islands seemed to have suddenly reversed.
Geological fragments opened up like raindrops, and were skillfully dodged by the floating island. In the next three hours, not a single fragment hit the floating island.
