In a doomsday civilization, resources are scarce, and competition, ownership, and exchange are commonplace.
The former leader of the Fire Rat Gang was fond of drinking and had a cruel personality. When Zheng Xiu broke into the abandoned subway car, there were many empty wine bottles scattered in the car.
But what surprised Zheng Xiu was that he later found a complete set of coffee utensils and several cans of old beans in the Fire Rat Gang's warehouse.
This obviously does not suit the taste of the Fire Rat. It is very likely that it is a "material" left by the previous owner of the camp. Because it is well preserved and very precious, the Fire Rat has put it in the warehouse to collect dust, waiting for the destined person to exchange it for other precious materials.
"Oh! Not bad."
As a man of two generations, when Zheng Xiu found this thing, even if it was an old bean, Zheng Xiu couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, and an inexplicable feeling quietly grew in his heart. He opened the lid and smelled it. If it was still acceptable, he found a clean room, boiled a kettle of hot water, ground the beans into fine powder, and carefully spread the well-preserved filter paper into the filter cup.
Using a not very standard technique to make a cup, Zheng Xiu casually snapped his fingers, and the remaining moisture in the air was instantly drained, forming ice cubes in the void and falling into the cup.
A cup of simple iced coffee is finished.
Zheng Xiu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, took a sip of ice coffee.
"ah……"
Zheng Xiu sighed.
"Is this stuff... delicious?"
Seeing Zheng Xiu's expression of enjoyment, the orange cat opened one eye and narrowed it, expressing reasonable suspicion about the taste of the black and numb liquid.
"Try?"
Zheng Xiu smiled and handed the cup with the red image of a worker raising his fist to Annie.
Anne was silent for a moment.
He stuck out his pink tongue and took a lick.
"vomit--"
The next second, the little female cat lay aside and retched violently.
After vomiting like morning sickness, the orange cat continued to squat next to Zheng Xiu, watching Zheng Xiu drink the vulgar iced coffee with relish, showing an expression of thinking about life and lingering fear. She seemed to be pondering whether the appearance of that cup of coffee was a distortion of divinity, a loss of morals, or an inaction of human nature.
"By the way, meow, that flying knife of yours..."
There were chaotic cries outside, and the camp of the Fire Rat Gang was in an emotional release of the aftermath of the disaster due to the death of the Fire Rat. The orange cat found the hysterical wailing and crying of humans boring, so he tried to divert his attention elsewhere. She thought of the moves Zheng Xiu used when killing humans. In her opinion, this method of directly shaping the "power of authority" and throwing it out was too low-end and not very effective.
"What happened to that throwing knife?"
"So, after your 'prisoner' broke the rules, he did leave something behind on you?"
Zheng Xiu drank iced coffee, rubbing his thumbs from time to time, rubbing some ice cubes in to keep the temperature constant at zero, and smiled slightly: "Isn't it easy to understand? The cage is broken, and I am free, but at the same time I also lose what the prisoner brought. With the convenience of that prison of the heart, one can enter the ghost world... Oh, I guess there won’t be any serious ghost beasts in the future. I filled in the hole and got a new incarnation card. To break out of the prison, I must Pay the price.”
"But in that spiritual sea of nothingness, I did find...a fragment. A fragment of the cage."
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, rubbed the knot on his forehead, and fell into deep thought: "That piece of debris is like reminding me that I cannot forget this experience and everything I went through when I was imprisoned."
"I think it... leaves a 'variable'."
The orange cat frowned. Zheng Xiu's words were fine at first, but suddenly he became more mysterious later. "Variable?" Orange Cat carefully repeated these two words - she was worried that it was the "authority" of a certain existence, and calling him by his name would alarm the other person.
"I think the reason why my 'correction' is in this shape has something to do with that fragment." Zheng Xiu just raised his index finger when the orange cat jumped up and stepped back. The orange cat glared angrily. Zheng Xiu: "How many times have I told you not to blindly show off your authority on other sites! Why do you think it's a 'variable'?"
Zheng Xiu tapped his temple lightly with a finger and smiled bitterly: "If I knew better, I wouldn't say 'I think'."
"It seems that our situation is similar."
The orange cat slapped Zheng Xiu on the shoulder with his meat ball in an old-fashioned manner. For the first time, she put Zheng Xiu on the same level as herself, even if it was just for a moment, just for a while, just in terms of "difficult situation". This is already a rare thing for Anne who is arrogant, self-motivated and wants to win over others without permission.
The orange cat looked like "I've come from here" and grabbed Zheng Xiu's fingertips.
"That's not how authority is used."
"How to use it?" Zheng Xiu became curious.
"It depends on God, everything will happen naturally."
"Then are you talking nonsense?"
Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh or cry.
"But, it's a bit of a quick trick." The orange cat winked at Zheng Xiu triumphantly.
As if by magic, Zheng Xiu flipped his palm and another Bat can appeared in his palm.
The orange cat looked at the Bat can for several seconds and said, "Ah, meow!". The angry orange cat's fur shot up into the sky, and he slapped his palm. The can dented silently, and the bat pattern was completely erased by a meat ball-shaped mark. , the orange cat was angry and horrified.
Lady Anne happily took the "unknown can" into her arms, rubbed it with her face, and stretched out her tongue to lick it from time to time. It seems to be licking the remaining flavor of Fengbei on the jar.
Orange cats are people with a clear distinction between love and hate. One is one and two is two. The trademark belongs to the trademark and the inside belongs to the inside. If the trademark is erased, it has nothing to do with the dead bat. Besides, turning the pattern of the dead bat into one's own shape is not a different kind of bull-headed cat... Hey! The orange cat's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered a new world.
This makes sense!
The orange cat was shocked by his own thoughts.
OK, let’s do it!
That dead bat must pay the price it deserves!
The orange cat hugged the "unknown can" tightly and made a strange determination.
Zheng Xiu looked at the orange cat holding the can, and his expression changed several times. He felt a strange emotion from the trembling fur on the orange cat's face. excited? Forbidden pleasure? Zheng Xiu couldn't explain clearly.
After waiting for a while, the orange cat was satisfied. She pressed the can under her butt, squatted on the can and said, "You became a god too fast."
"Is it fast?" Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this: "Including the days of reincarnation, it has been more than a thousand years."
"What does a thousand years mean?" The orange cat rolled his eyes, as if he was a child who has never seen the world, and said, "The year is a tool used by you lower beings to measure time."
"But when you have eternal life, when the long time becomes boring, the so-called eternal life will also become a curse. When you have the chance to go out in the future, don't talk about how many years it will be, it's embarrassing."
"Then what should I say?" Zheng Xiu sat up straight.
"'Ji', in the eyes of the Lord, the alternation of time, life, and the world is based on 'Ji' as the unit of measurement."
"One century, one hundred years?" Zheng Xiu thought for a moment.
"Wrong." The orange cat shook his head: "The period from the birth to the destruction of a civilization is called a 'century'. Gods and masters should be above us. As observers and controllers of lower life, they should follow the rise and fall of lower civilization as time. unit of measurement."
"A blink, a yawn, a breath, a sit, a deep sleep. Can you know how long you have passed? Haha, you don't know. The only thing that can be used as a record is the rise and fall of the civilization you control. Only the traces of this civilization recorded in diaries or history books can be regarded as a 'one era'. This 'one era' can be as short as a few hundred years or as long as tens of thousands of years. Huh? I seem to be going too far." Orange Cat reacted, The soft and swollen cat's butt moved and changed to a more comfortable position on the can, and continued: "In short, it can be seen that your process of becoming a god is too fast, unbelievable and unbelievable."
Zheng Xiu thought for a while, and according to Orange Cat's statement, his thousand years were indeed nothing.
"So, it's natural that you don't know how to use 'authority'. Now you are like a child who has mastered a peerless artifact. You can only wave the artifact around randomly, but you have no way to use it accordingly."
"Didn't you say before that everything will work out naturally?" Zheng Xiu's eyes twitched.
"It will come naturally. It will take four or five centuries of hard work, and that's almost it."
"Then if I completely destroy this world now, does it count as an era?"
"...Are you a devil?" the orange cat complained, but after thinking seriously for a while: "Forget it."
"Um?"
"But it's not necessary. It's a waste of time. For the sake of the can and Feng Bei, I'll tell you a quick fix now."
"Elaborate."
"To give a simple example, if you had a pistol, how would you use it?" The orange cat stretched out its paws and made a gun-holding gesture.
"...Shoot?" The dignified master asked such a low-level question, which made Zheng Xiu a little unsure, wondering if there were other higher-level answers.
"What if I gave you a sword?"
"prick?"
"Where can I get you a knife?"
"cut?"
The orange cat showed an unfathomable smile: "This is the answer."
Zheng Xiu: “-_-???”
"The transition from human nature to divinity is not as simple as removing the despicable and impurities in human nature. This is your inherent impression, the inertia of being born. If you give up your current appearance, you will completely become another kind of person. Life, are you willing?”
"Then we have to see what kind of creature we become." Zheng Xiu answered honestly.
The orange cat silently pointed to the worn cup.
Zheng Xiu shook his head.
"Ah, a mere god." The orange cat sneered, showing disdain.
Zheng Xiu understood, no wonder the rulers were all weird things.
Cats, bats, whatever.
Zheng Xiu didn't understand: "What does that have to do with what you call 'quick success'?"
"Yes." The orange cat moved its buttocks and pressed the can: "After the initial birth period, authority will gradually evolve into other appearances. This process is very long and is smooth with a god or a master. It has to do with your hobbies, experiences, and insights. This is what I call a natural outcome."
"For example?"
"For example..." The orange cat thought for a while, and suddenly remembered the can under his butt. He suddenly became angry and gritted his teeth and said: "That dead bat is holding a shovel in his hand, bah! It's a pair of shovels!"
"Shovel?" Zheng Xiu was stunned: "What does this have to do with... ahem, the authority of 'cannot sleep if you can't say it'?"
Zheng Xiu couldn't help but conjure up a ghostly picture of a bat holding a shovel in both hands, shoveling left and right.
Strange.
"Do you think it matters whether there is a relationship? As long as its existence, its divinity, recognizes the connection between appearance and authority, that is enough."
The orange cat paused and thought of the dead bat over and over again, which made her mood turn upside down again. It became a thorn in her heart and a pain point. After finally calming down, the orange cat continued: "The shape of authority will make it a more convenient weapon for you. You will subconsciously know how to use it, just like you know that a knife is for cutting and a sword is for stabbing. That way."
"What you are talking about... is probably God's conditioned reflex?" Zheng Xiu understood Orange Cat's statement in his own way: "In other words, with authority as the core, after I learned about this incident, I consciously and proactively Deliberately, create a suitable... appearance, or... shell... posture for this authority? In this way, can the power of authority be properly exerted?" Zheng Xiu lowered his head, he is a god after all, the orange cat's guidance Let him clear the clouds and see the sun, an idea flashed in his mind, and he murmured to himself: "Yes, your 'elegance' and my 'correction' are extremely abstract concepts. What I have to do is to materialize the 'abstraction' .”
"Furthermore, wrapping 'authority' with a 'shell' also has two other benefits." Orange Cat smiled: "First, authority is the source, but at the same time authority is also fragile. It will be coveted by other beings and will be coveted by him. If they destroy it, they will be destroyed by them. The shell has the function of protecting authority; secondly, the authority wrapped in the shell can hide the breath of authority to the greatest extent. At the very least, it cannot be seen without looking carefully. At this time, You can set up a second 'shell'."
Zheng Xiu drank coffee and thought for a while, but still felt abstract. At this time, he looked at the orange cat holding the can and was about to move, and he was curious: "By the way, what is the 'shell' of your authority? I have never seen it before."
Hearing this, the orange cat looked proud: "Nature is the ultimate elegance."
"Not broken yet?"
"... Wuwuwu." The orange cat's pride evaporated due to Zheng Xiu's words, and he revealed a crying face. Zheng Xiu understood, it was broken, but not completely broken.
After crying for a while, the strong Annie regained her composure again: "I created two shells for 'Elegance', the 'pseudonym' and the 'real name'. Of course, it doesn't matter what you call the shell, as long as you like it."
"The great, noble, arrogant, immortal, broken but not completely broken Lady Anne, take a look?"
The orange cat thought for a while and agreed: "It's okay, I'll let you see it."
As he spoke, the orange cat snapped his fingers with his paws, and his aura changed, becoming ethereal.
"Come out, Monica."
As soon as Annie finished speaking, Zheng Xiu's breathing suddenly stopped. I saw the void behind the orange cat, suddenly and bizarrely distorted, and a pair of "jade feet" that Zheng Xiu didn't know how to describe, gracefully poked out from behind Annie.
Slender and fair, plump and round, spotless, crystal clear, white and smooth, as bright as jade... It seems that all the most beautiful adjectives that Zheng Xiu can think of fall on that pair of "jade feet", and they are all about that pair of "jade feet" Yuzu's blasphemy.
A pair?
A "person" walked out of the twisted void. Zheng Xiu looked away with difficulty. His eyes moved upward from the jade feet. What walked out from behind Annie was actually a man wearing a black leather miniskirt with smooth and extremely elegant feet. ...Catwoman.
Half of Catwoman's face was shattered, leaving only a black hole, while the right half of her face blinked with green cat eyes, staring at Zheng Xiu emotionlessly.
Zheng Xiu looked at "Monica". Although half of her face was broken, it could be seen that when Monica was whole, she lived up to her name of elegance and was quite "pretty". Zheng Xiu also noticed that there seemed to be some gaps on Monica's face, like some kind of mechanical connection marks.
"Where's your real name?"
"What the hell are you thinking! If you release your 'real name' here, are you going to start an all-out war?"
The orange cat glared at Zheng Xiu angrily, waved his paw, and put Monica away.
Zheng Xiu regretted not seeing the complete "elegant" posture with his own eyes. But when the emotion of "regret" arose, Zheng Xiu burst into laughter. Was this regret subtly affected by "elegance"?
After taking a few deep breaths and eliminating the image of "Monica" from his mind, Zheng Xiu looked calm: "So, the image of the shell can even be some kind of creature?"
"Monica is not a living thing." The orange cat shook his head: "It is just a pure shell. In short, I have told you the quick method, so you should think about it carefully. If you are lucky, you will almost have some signs after leaving this ship."
Although the orange cat is very optimistic about Zheng Xiu's potential, at least he has to wait for next time. There is always a limit to being born a god. It won't be so outrageous. He can show it immediately as soon as he tells you. What's wrong?
As soon as Orange Cat finished speaking, Zheng Xiu nodded silently and took a sip of coffee.
There was a cautious knock on the door, and Zheng Xiu put down his cup: "Come in."
Mia walked into the car holding a stack of books.
The cover of the top one depicts the tropical scenery of the past and a sexy blonde.
Mia seems to think that Zheng Xiu will want to read this book.
(End of chapter)
