MTL - God Simulator-Chapter 242 on my deathbed

  Chapter 242 On my deathbed

  Everything is covered by layers of mist, there is no sky and ground, no ocean and mountains, no one knows when it will rain, or the clear sky will never come.

  This is the world that Can Cong sees.

  It has been cut off unnecessary parts, unable to perceive the outline of this world, and it is full of blurred and hazy fog.

  At the beginning, it still guesses that this cloud may be a person, and the cloud circle may be a stone or a tree. In the end, even this fantasy has been cut off by generations of silkworms.

   Except for the task objectives, everything else is superfluous, don’t need to see it, don’t think about it.

  It is the sentinel of Longsu stationed at Jiuhezhu.

   Pay attention to the stability of the channel of Jiuhezhu, and ensure that the person who enters and exits must be the one who started the voyage, which is enough.

  The only things that Cancong can see clearly are the Nine Hezhu and the Sailer.

  The huge and precise totem of the Nine Harvest Pillar is engraved on the special stone platform, projecting nine shadows that go straight into the sky.

  The end of each shadow is a black alve shaped like the sun, where nine Golden Crows are guarding, and behind them are nine different passages.

  That is the place where only the sailors can set foot.

  Can Cong once saw that the Dragon Clan soared out of the shadow of the sun, stretching its body in the new world. It also witnessed that the human voyager stepped into the door to a foreign land all the way and never came back.

  The more it sees, the easier it is to think wildly.

In order to better guard the Nine Harvest Pillar, Can Cong uses unnecessary parts of his thoughts—the pioneers he saw, the rumors he heard and the witness with his own eyes, the intersection with different groups, the changes in mountains and rivers he saw, and the shifting stars. ... were all cut out from the body and made into bodies that store memories.

  It named these bodies [Ji Ti].

  Can Cong kept them well, waiting for the day when he would be relieved of his duties, and then he would melt them all back into his body.

  However, the sudden explosion of Jiuhezhu changed everything.

  The other two stylars disappeared.

  Can Cong could feel that the explosion completely annihilated them.

  Under this sudden explosion, not even the columnar cluster, which had a strong ability to survive, failed to survive.

  Cancong escaped a catastrophe because he split and made the body needed for rebirth.

  However, its past, those buried records of silkworm clusters from generation to generation, were also erased in this devastating disaster, leaving only weird portraits of villains. They are no longer inscriptions, just ridiculous and crude traces.

   Cancong stood by the old site, waiting quietly.

  There must have been an anomaly found in Longsu, and the Dragon Clan sailors will definitely repair it, and a new Jiuhezhu will appear in a short time.

   But neither the Jiuhe Zhu nor the dragon showed up again.

   Cancong waited for a long time, and finally got a godhead. He is a young man, his body outline is clearer than that of ordinary people, and he looks short and small.

  The boy squatted on the ground, hugging his knees and talking to it: "I heard that you can't use the sacred tree to go home. Is that right?"

   Cancong didn't answer.

   Sentinels cannot talk to idlers.

  The young man was not annoyed either, he surrounded Can Cong and told him various anecdotes and important events he had seen.

  He said that the dragons in this world suddenly became very weak, and they were all dying quickly. Some dragons even crashed into the mountains while flying, collapsing the mountains and causing a great flood.

  He also said that the adults are talking about what kind of devastating disaster may have happened to Long Su, which caused the sacred tree to collapse.

  The young man drew a small figure similar to Silkworm Cong with charcoal, and said, "This is me. With me to accompany you, you won't be so lonely. In fact, I can't go home either."

  He said to himself: "I come from another world on the sacred tree. Our world is small, very warm, and there are many interesting bugs. I like playing with bugs very much. It's too cold here."

   "Without the sacred tree, I can't go back."

  The boy squatted on the ground, drew bugs one by one with his dirty hands, and said, "In the future, I will build a sacred tree, so that we can all go home."

  Can Cong retorted: "That's impossible, only the powerful sailor of Longsu knows how to make the Nine Harvest Pillar."

   "How will you know it won't work if you don't try it?" The young man has an almost naive stubbornness.

   "That can't be done."

   Cancong made a simple response, it asked: "Your father is a pioneer, can I ask him what happened?"

   "He, he went back to his hometown, but the sacred tree was destroyed, so he couldn't get through." The boy shook his head.

   Only then did Can Cong know.

   It turned out that this child had the same fate as himself.

   "I want to build a new sacred tree!" The boy stood up and said.

  He smiled brightly and opened his arms.

   A multitude of flying insects, including butterflies and bees, danced around him as if guarding their king.

   "I want everyone to go home! At that time, everyone will be very happy."

   "What's your name?" Can Cong asked.

   "I don't have a name."

  The boy said: "In my hometown, there is no name without adulthood. I think your name is good, can I use your name?"

   "Can I use your name before I think of my own?"

   Cancong agreed.

   Soon after, the boy found a white worm that could spit out thin silk, and he named it Silkworm. Because this kind of worm is like a silkworm cluster, it will change, it will wrap the past, and it will regenerate from the frozen old days.

   Soon, the era has changed.

   Cancong was bound by the power of rules and fell into a stagnation.

  In its memory, the other Silkworm Cong will always be the boy surrounded by many insects.

   Recovered again, already thousands of years later.

   Cancong did not remove the memory of the person with the same name and surname.

  He is another silkworm, another self.

   Now that's all it has.

  After many epoch updates, the world has changed a lot, and the pioneers seem to have disappeared.

   Cancong finally found a sailor, but was almost imprisoned by the other party with props. The navigator of this world has become extremely anxious and manic, extremely dangerous.

   It escapes from the other side.

  In the museum, Cancong saw the bronze sacred tree of Shang that imitated the Jiuhe Pillar.

  It can almost be concluded that it is the handwriting of another Can Cong.

  Because the appearance of the bronze sacred tree is almost exactly the same as the picture Can Cong first drew for the boy: including the golden crow guarding on the branch, the dragon clan entrenched on the base, and the three-pillar cluster loyally guarding the bottom.

  Unfortunately, this cannot replace Jiuhezhu after all.

   Cancong suddenly felt that he was being targeted.

   It hid from XZ all the way, and with the help of two friendly godheads, it also knew some of the current status of the world today. It thanks them for their help and then moves on to find the right starter.

  Finally it found Lu Yao.

   At the same time, it was also being targeted by another sailor. The other party sent an apostle, the bird, to entangle him so hard that he had no choice but to continue hiding.

  Xiaoniao tried to capture Cancong alive in order to further lock Cancong, and even directly reduce the dimensionality.

   Cancong stripped off most of the body, and then managed to escape.

   But even so, it is dying.

  Life is only the last 7 days.

  The 65th generation Cancong is about to die, and the 66th generation will be reborn.

  When he was dying, Cancong wanted to store his last memory—everything about that boy, in a safe and stable place.

  The only person it can trust is Lu Yao, the pioneer who has just met.

  After listening to Cancong's request, the other party readily agreed.

   "If the next generation Cancong meets me, I will let it come over and read this part of the memory."

   "Thank you, thank you very much. The memory is in the imprint on your arm."

   Cancong was grateful.

  In Lu Yao, it saw some shadows of the former boy Can Cong. He has the calm and focused temperament of the classical sailors, even if the sailing is simple, he enjoys it.

   In order to express his gratitude, Can Cong said: "If you need my help, please feel free to tell me. I will know everything I know."

   "Now I have only 7 days left to live, and I have suffered a serious injury, and it is difficult to move. Please forgive me, I can only talk to you like this."

   Lu Yao over there said through the seal: "Then you have a good rest."

  He suddenly thought of something: "By the way, are there many dragons in Longsu?"

   "Yes, Longsu is the largest settlement of dragons in the Jiedimensional space, where many splendid dragon civilizations have been established. It is a vast and magical multi-layered world."

   "So, how should a young dragon be taught?"

  Lu Yao said: "It's like this. I have a young dragon. Its self-study performance is not ideal, and its dragon language skills are always rough... Is there any way to make it improve its learning ability faster and better?"

  Cancong suspected that he had heard wrong.

   "You said, you have a dragon?"

"Yes indeed."

   "Is it a real dragon? It's that kind of dragon, not a dragon, a dragonborn, a dragon species?"

   "Dragon of the Dark Sun, is it an authentic dragon family?"

"Calculate!"

   Cancong suddenly became excited, and the previous depression dissipated.

   "Are you still at the starting point? I'll come to you right away!"

   "Ah? Isn't it difficult for you to move?" The other party was puzzled.

   "It's okay, even if you crawl, I'll crawl over!"

Can Cong said excitedly: "The blood of the Dragon Clan is the largest memory bank, which contains a lot of important information about Long Su, as well as the coordinates of Long Su. Our Zhu Cong is a life imitating the Dragon Clan... I will come right away! Just wait I!"

  (end of this chapter)