Meng Fei never expected that he would meet such a strange "fellow fellow" in a foreign country thousands of miles away. Why did a Qingmang man go to Xizhou and become a soldier?
The square-faced man's real name is Duan Yu, a native of Jiangnan, and he is twenty-six years old this year.
Two years ago, he was an artist who had just graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts. He was working as a Photoshop artist in an advertising design company. With most of his salary used to pay rent, he lived a 996 life of working overtime day and night.
Promotion is impossible. Above the art dog is the art director. Above the art director is the boss.
Art is like aged wine, the older it gets, the more valuable it becomes. The director's position can last until he retires, so who will get him? As for the boss, that is even more impossible.
Buying a house is also out of the question. This monthly salary can't even buy one-fifth of a square meter. Even if you can save two square meters a year, wouldn't it take fifty years to save one hundred square meters?
The only fun left is curling up in a rental house, eating rice dumplings for takeout, watching short videos, saying a few weird words on the scarf, and acting as an omnipotent keyboard warrior.
In such decadence, one day he suddenly woke up. Since I can do anything on the keyboard every day, why not be brave enough to make the keyboard world a reality?
So he threw away junk food, cut down on overtime work, forced himself to get up early, started exercising every day, and actively looked for various tutorials to learn various skills.
Finally one day, he issued a letter of resignation. In the reason for his resignation, he proudly wrote: "The world is big and I want to see it."
He also left messages to all his relatives and friends:
"Life is not only about the present, but also poetry and distance. I will be away for a while, but don't worry, I will bring back the poems from the distance."
Then he threw away all the sundries, carrying only a few changes of clothes, and joined the tour group to Xizhou.
When he was in Iris City in the Pleiades Kingdom, he left the team on the excuse of using the restroom, discarded his luggage and walked into the gate of the Subaru Japan Foreign Legion Recruitment Center.
Now he can still recite Subaru's slogan engraved on the granite door wall he saw at that time:
No matter who you are.
No matter who you are.
No matter where you are from.
As long as you walk in here and pass the assessment,
You are a member of the Legion.
You will serve the Legion,
The legion is the motherland!
The so-called assessment is actually quite simple. In addition to psychological tests and physical examinations, the physical assessment mainly includes running, swimming and pull-ups.
For both running and swimming, as long as you can run and swim as directed, there is no requirement for speed. The assessment standard for pull-ups is seven.
The recruitment center took care of food, housing and clothing, and gave him an offer two weeks later. He immediately became a true soldier outside the Subaru. No more keyboard warriors!
While Meng Fei endured the chatter of this young man who was immersed in the glory of the past, he looked at the small town that suddenly appeared in the dense forest with some horror.
There's no need to send out any bomb warning leaflets, there's no one here anymore.
The hot, sauna-like air was filled with dense bluebottle flies and various other unknown weird bugs, and was filled with a fishy smell.
The cement road looked like it had been plowed. The one-foot-thick concrete turned into huge rocks piled up and down, mixed with red mud, like white sugar floating on coffee.
Looking at the five-hundred-meter street, not a single house has glass windows. Countless holes are left behind, just like the empty eye sockets looking at the sky on the skull of bones after decay.
Many buildings have even lost their outer walls, leaving only pillars standing in the mountains of rubble, like model toys made of matchsticks.
The intensity of the battle was probably beyond the imagination of the Beiming airborne troops who rushed over excitedly.
"Why did the Beiming people parachute here?"
Meng Fei was a little confused. Although this place is not far from the border between Beiming and Weiyue Kingdom, it is not a major transportation thoroughfare.
Beiming and Weiyue have a border of thousands of kilometers.
This place is insignificant to both countries, and is even a borderland that is disliked because of the nuclear leakage.
He suddenly remembered the "Entropy Increase Global Monitoring System" developed by the two young subordinates of the old master of the Expert Academy, and clearly pointed out that this is the area with the most unstable entropy increase in the world.
Does it mean that there may be something here that arouses the strong interest of the Beiming people?
"Haha, big brother, you can just ask my little brother about this."
"Can you please stop calling me brother?"
Meng Fei felt uncomfortable being called by this man's "big brother". But Duan Yu immediately replied as if he was dead: "Brother, even if you kill me with your own hands, I will still call you my eldest brother!"
"Okay, okay, continue."
Meng Fei gave up the idea of transforming this guy.
"In the abandoned area of the Truffle Town nuclear power plant, there is a huge thing called a nuclear coffin."
"I know that. What next?"
"Then, there is a very magical thing in the nuclear coffin, called the Palace of All Things."
"The Palace of All Things?"
Meng Fei's heart suddenly moved.
The Palace of All Things is the name of the artificial intelligence server built by Professor Boulanger in the nuclear coffin to clean up nuclear pollution.
This name is an internal name of the project. In theory, only Professor Boulanger and the scientific researchers related to the project know it. Why did it reach the ears of these mercenaries?
Did Professor Boulanger provide such details when he hired them for this task? Isn't it? What's the benefit of letting these mercenaries know so much?
"What is this?"
He deliberately asked tentatively, wanting to see what the mercenaries knew.
Even though there was no one alive around, Duan Yu still looked around at the ruins in all directions, then got closer, covered the front with his hand, and whispered in Meng Fei's ear:
"The Palace of All Things is a magical machine that can instantly create anything anyone wants, as long as these things exist reasonably."
Meng Fei stepped back, curled his lips, and sneered: "Do you believe such stupid things? How can there be such a thing?"
"Brother, I risk my life to tell you this news.
"I estimate that even in the well-informed Xizhou intelligence community, not many people know about this."
Duan Yu's dirty, greasy face showed a wronged expression.
"Then how did you know?"
"Why.
"That day, my employer and our captain were having a secret conversation in the barracks. They didn't expect that I happened to be sleeping in the closet and overheard it.
"The man also said that Weiyue Kingdom couldn't control it and planned to offer it to Taotie as a bargaining chip to join the Western Military Alliance.
"But the Beiming people regard the abandoned nuclear factory in Truffle Town as their own assets, and they can't bear to give such an artifact to their old enemy for nothing, so they will definitely fight.
"It turned out to be a real fight!"
Duan Yu's expression became exaggerated in the end.
The Palace of All Things - the last time Meng Fei heard Professor Boulanger mention it, it was "the palace that can calculate all things."
But maybe "calculating everything" is just a cover. Really speaking, is this a "palace that can create infinite things"? Or does being able to calculate all things mean that you can create all things?
Meng Fei began to understand why the entropy increase in this place was so strong. If such a machine were to be used to create all things, how much negative entropy would it consume?
As long as there is some reliable information, which neighboring country can not try to snatch it?
There are so many things you can do to create all things infinitely. Each pile can quickly destroy the world.
Make unlimited sweets and everyone will die from obesity and diabetes.
Infinitely creating games and short videos, all human beings are crazy about recharging and are addicted to death.
Unlimited production of gluttonous coins caused instantaneous inflation and economic collapse in the world.
With unlimited oil production, carbon emissions will explode, the temperature of the planet will soar, and all living things will become extinct.
Make unlimited intercontinental missiles and nuclear bombs, and really blast the world in one hour!
