The scriptwriter did not use fanciful means to restore his youth and life, not because he was unable to do such a thing, but because of the cost.
As we all know, psykers can realize their dreams and modify reality at the cost of burning their lives and souls. Naturally, he can modify reality and regain his youth, but the next moment he regains his youth, he will pay a higher price and become more youthful than others. Now we have to age.
This will only make him die faster, so the scriptwriter chose the fighting style that is most natural, comfortable, and comfortable for him.
He hides himself from the material world into a safe space, and at the same time creates a virtual image that is beautified and polished by his own mind and cannot be attacked, just like he is hiding behind the Internet and typing on the keyboard to attack others. Like a keyboard warrior.
But in Wu Ming's eyes, this has become a beauty filter.
"You're not a kind scriptwriter... Is this beauty filter turned on a little too much?" Wu Ming looked up and down at the scriptwriter who had turned into a little old man, and stretched out his hand to point at him, "This avatar is so pinched." You can even make your debut as a vtb. Wouldn't it be better to use this technical power to do something to benefit mankind? For example, cooperate with a virtual singer, hold a holographic projection concert, etc..."
It's a pity that the scriptwriter couldn't answer Wu Ming's words. On the one hand, he was still immersed in the shock of being picked up by a guy who didn't know where he came from. On the other hand, he was surprised by the wound on the other person's shoulder. :"you you……"
He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Wu Ming, unable to say a complete sentence for a long time.
The script writer could still hear the faint curses coming from the wounds, but the man in front of him seemed not to be affected at all.
"What do you mean?" Wu Ming pointed to the wound on his shoulder that had begun to heal, raising his eyebrows and showing a half-smiling expression, "Through verbal abuse, denying the value of others, belittling other people's personality, belittling other people's lives, irritating You use psychological shadow to attack the opponent, so you have such a dark mind, no wonder you only dare to hide behind the scenes and do some tricks..."
The scriptwriter murmured in disbelief: "There is no tendency to be affected at all, how could it be..."
Looking at the script writer who was a bit gaffe, Wu Ming shook his head with a somewhat regretful expression on his face.
"With this kind of talent and persistent enthusiasm for research, why not develop a black history revolving lantern that allows people to see all the stupid things and shameful experiences they have done since childhood? Not only can it exercise the mind and will in an almost harmless way, but it can also It can make people deeply realize their own mistakes and shortcomings...it really makes your wonderful ideas and efforts go to waste.”
"The Weapon of Bad Words can induce painful memories in others' hearts... Why can you not be affected..."
Wu Ming glanced at the script writer coldly, making the latter feel a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow. But soon the chill that seemed to freeze the bone marrow of the soul disappeared in a flash, and his slightly indifferent voice came faintly: " Come~ follow me and say: I, no, in, Hu."
It's that simple? The scriptwriter obviously regarded Wu Ming's words as nonsense, and his cloudy eyes flashed with suspicion. If the influence of the evil words could be ignored by a light "I don't care" like the latter said, then it would be in vain. It's crazy that he spent so much thought and energy on studying this method...
But the fact before us is that Wu Ming not only did not fall into the influence of psychological trauma, but was even able to comment on his actions in a lively manner.
At the same time, the scriptwriter also realized a very critical issue.
"Who...are you?" The scriptwriter looked at Wu Ming warily, thinking carefully about the script he had written, "There is no place for you in the script I wrote..."
"Kamen Rider passing by, remember it for me!"
After Wu Ming finished speaking, he was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with the script writer. A ball of light from the reconstruction module hit his forehead, hanging his life, and sent him directly to the containment space for confinement.
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In the shadow world, the replica city Yandu.
In the great turmoil that swept through the entire Shadow Realm in the afternoon, the replica city existing in the Shadow Realm had been reduced to ruins.
The flat ground is divided by huge cracks and ravines, and the ground is staggered and raised. The high-rise buildings of the past have long since collapsed, and crumbling half-ruined wrecks and completely ruined buildings can be seen everywhere. The modern city that originally perfectly replicated the real-life scenery now only remains the desolation and desolation of ruins.
In such ruins, it has become a luxury to find a complete two-story house.
There were rubble, cement blocks, broken steel bars and thick dust everywhere. Qin Mian stood on a piece of building debris made of rubble and rubble, looking at the shadow city that had been reduced to ruins, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
How many secrets are buried in this strange world composed of people's fantasies and cognitions - what is the nature of the shadow monster? How on earth were they born? Why are there no other native creatures in the inner sea except shadow monsters? Why does the deeper inner sea of the heart become more distorted?
There are too many questions that have not yet been answered, and there are still too many mysteries that need to be answered in this world. Qin Mian wants to know more about the unknown and explore more knowledge, but the more he explores the unknown, the more he becomes confused. Discover that there are limits to the knowledge that humans can acquire.
Even if he spends his whole life, he cannot reach the state of omniscience or omniscience.
So he decided to take a shortcut to reach omniscience.
Qin Mian did succeed. He originally just wanted to make a potion that would strengthen the brain and replenish the consumption of the soul. He tried for a long time before finally deciding to use those immortals who had erased their minds and egos as the material. This purified , the wisdom potion refined by special means can not only almost harmlessly replenish the life and soul consumed by psykers, but he also accidentally touched a huge, vast and wise will.
When he first met the great will, many of the questions that had troubled Qin Mian for a long time were reasonably answered. Vast knowledge and information, whether important or trivial, were poured into his mind, almost destroying his mind. Personal consciousness is shattered.
Fortunately, the contact was fleeting. Before his consciousness collapsed, the great will cut off the contact, and he got his wish and gained a vast amount of knowledge that he would never be able to obtain in his lifetime...
But it's not enough... There are still more questions that have not been answered, and there are more unknowns that have not been explored...
"President, the preliminary preparations have been completed." A society elite pulled Qin Mian out of his contemplation, "Thinking frequency and cognitive coordination have been stably established, and the response base station in reality is also ready, and the great will can descend at any time... "
"Then let's begin..." Qin Mian slowly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to summon the fantasy tentacles to connect the cognition and thoughts of the elites of the society, "Let us welcome the coming of the great will together!"
