Gu Shanhai saw the great world of the heavens, and took the life of the third life.

The gods of the world forged an eternal Utopia with blood and fire.

The Red Dragon King led his knights to inspect the dynasty on which the sun never sets.

Scholars talked and laughed and swung their swords to draw thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and strange demons opened their eyes and clawed to give birth to ghosts and monsters.

…

“Everyone is a player, you can’t call me abnormal because I don’t have digitization?”

No deadly swordsmanship, no super magic that blew up a bunch of monsters without chanting a few spells, and then stained his robes with blood.

If you come to another world as an ordinary person, when you encounter a crisis that takes your life, there will be no miracles.

Praying, screaming, and panic are all obstacles to living.

The only thing that can make oneself survive is to be careful step by step, and find that ray of life in the impossible scene.

Zhu Zhengwei found that he could see other people’s dreams,

He quickly discovered that the brain of the human species was as deep as the sea of ​​stars.

The superficial consciousness of the cerebral cortex is like a storm, weird, bizarre, and fantasy. The deep consciousness records the secrets of human root genes. It is a huge treasure and a mysterious mining area.

So he used the human brain as a cloud server to form a huge world of deep consciousness.

(Sand table farming flow, deducing extraordinary civilization)

Open your eyes; this is a mysterious new world.

Steam boilers are blazing, driving humongous steel cities through dark winds and fog-covered wilderness. Predation, fuel collection and treasure hunting…

This is a land full of mysteries where countless glorious civilisations’ remains and legends from ancient times are buried.

Mechanical civilisation, magic civilisation, martial arts civilisation, transcendental civilisation… Wasteland hunters explore the ancient ruins and unearth the inheritance and treasures left by various ancient civilisations that litter the lands. They mingle to create a wonderful and fantastic steampunk mechanical era.

……

A dragon knight: “Isn’t that guy a surgeon? How come his power is even greater than mine!”

A grand priest: “I couldn’t save that man with my divine magic, but that guy actually saved him with a scalpel…”

A fanatical fiend follower: “Is he a follower of my lord and is his body immortal?”

Rayne: “It takes great effort to produce miracles… I am a surgeon of death as well as a tanky melee healer!”

The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance.

It was a weird club that sold strange items and with a servant girl that had 300 years of working experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club to exchange anything precious they own for what they want. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Every successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little.

“Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.”

As thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss.