Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 354: Message from the Old Gods

The eve of the big sale on Zhuogo online shopping platform.

11:50 p.m.

There are still ten minutes to the most critical moment, and the operation and maintenance team of the entire platform has already been in place, waiting to welcome the peak of traffic.

Judging from the data obtained from the previous warm-up, the effect of this event is better than expected.

The number of new users on the online shopping platform is higher than expected, but this also means that the system will be slower than expected at 12 o'clock.

This was also discovered as the number of Shenhai network users increased.

In the past, Drogo had believed that there was no limit to the bandwidth he could use his faith to achieve.

Later, due to occasional freezes during network peak hours, I realized that the Divine Relic wasn't as perfect as I had imagined.

The amount of faith that a divine body can carry at the same time is limited.

Therefore, only "server" diversion can be performed.

That is to say, the visiting users are connected to different divine bodies to avoid any unknown situations from happening when the upper limit is reached.

Now, Drogo wants to make this unknown situation knowable.

After collecting several new divine bones and having a spare server, he planned to conduct experiments.

Drogo guessed that the upper limit of faith should not be locked, and there is probably room for growth.

Just like the capacity of the divine bones to hold spells, it will increase as the number of believers increases, and this capacity increase has not yet reached its upper limit.

Although Drogo doesn't quite believe that the capacity can grow indefinitely, it currently seems that it is far from reaching the limit, or there is really no limit.

It’s amazing. It’s a bit unreasonable, but also quite reasonable.

As for the simultaneous growth of faith, the divine remains, eggs from the Twin Towers, deer from the North, and birds from the Silver City of the Elf that they are currently using will produce different amounts of lag.

The Elf God's Skeleton can withstand the highest number of visits.

Judging from the state of the spirits produced by these three divine bones, the bird is obviously the smartest.

If we follow this logic, then the divine skeleton can evolve, and the form it takes is the image of a spirit and the level of intelligence.

The egg form is obviously not a high-level image.

The known way to create an image of a divine body is through continuous, uninterrupted faith over a long period of time.

However, to be honest, it is not certain how long this cycle will be, but it will definitely not be short.

It is unknown how many generations of tribal residents in the North provided for the Big Data Deer.

After the egg spirit appeared, there was no movement for two years, until the last server lag incident, when a crack appeared.

Perhaps the unknown situation is that something hatches from the egg and the server is upgraded.

Even if the worst happens and the server "burns down", he still has several backups.

It is acceptable to lose some funds.

There is no such thing as research without cost.

While keeping an eye on the situation in the server background, Zhuo Ge used the host to open the online shopping platform interface.

He is ready to experience the user side at the same time.

Let’s see how the user experience will be at 12 o’clock.

The qualities of excellent planning!
Time passed by minute by minute.

Seeing that there were only three minutes left, Zhuo Ge began to imitate the operations that real users would perform.

Refresh vigorously.

See when the settlement amount on the order interface changes. There is also a stopwatch on the table, showing the remaining time until the next day.

The whole place fell silent.

Hundreds of mages stared at the backstage anxiously. They were not sure what would happen after the traffic was completely overwhelmed, and they didn't even have a repair plan.

However, they do have a plan to quickly activate backup servers.

3, 2, 1...

I don’t know how many times it refreshed, but finally, after the latest refresh click, the screen in front of Drogo turned white, and the mouse icon turned into a small blue circle, rotating repeatedly.

Drogo felt that this spinning icon looked more annoying than the classic little hourglass.

The scene was in chaos at this time.

The spell programmers responsible for monitoring different links communicated the current situation loudly.

When it's really an emergency, no one will use a chat app to talk word by word, they'll just shout.

"It's not working! I can't do it from here!"

"Me too!"

"What's going on? I can't see the data on the God's Skeleton now."

Drogo took a look and understood the situation. Not only was the user side stuck, but the server side was also stuck.

"Boss, do you want to activate the backup divine skeleton?"

"Um……"

Drogo continued to click refresh unconsciously.

The contingency plan for activating the backup divine skeleton is not only to replace the new server, but also to change the original plan from whoever settles closer to 12 o'clock to get a higher discount to queuing up to get a number and wait for settlement to avoid the new server from crashing.

That would be different from the original promotion of the event.

Although Drogo wrote in the corner of the event description, all rights of interpretation belong to the Drogo Group.

But it won’t affect being scolded by others.

Moreover, the plan was launched so early, but the things we wanted to test have not been tested yet.

"Wait a little longer," Drogo said. "Wait until 12:5. If there is no change, activate it."

These few minutes seemed particularly long.

If the ideal server upgrade does not occur, the longer it is delayed, the greater the negative impact.

It will undermine users’ trust in the platform and their enthusiasm for participating in subsequent activities.

Finally, the watch showed 12:4:32.

After refreshing once again, Drogo thought he would see the familiar white screen.

However, something magical happened.

The settlement interface refreshes smoothly, and the page appears smoother, which is better than the previous situation with low access time.

Did you really upgrade yourself?

"Have the number of visitors decreased?" Drogo asked immediately.

He doesn't want the server to recover because everyone is annoyed by the lag and stops accessing the platform, thus reducing the load.

"Um..." The programmer immediately went to confirm the restored background data. "It has decreased, but only... less than 5%. Theoretically, it should still be above the original limit. What happened?"

The fact that the server could upgrade itself was still beyond his understanding.

"Okay, everyone, let's get back to our posts," Drogo stood up and said loudly, "Everyone, please work hard tonight and keep an eye on it to make sure there are no other accidents. When this event is successfully concluded, there will be bonuses and compensatory paid vacations!"

Drogo uses morale mobilization to great effect.

After making the promise, he was about to run away.

It’s not that he, as the boss, doesn’t intend to lead by example, but that there are more critical things waiting for him.

The divine skeleton should have been upgraded.

So what has it upgraded to?
Drogo rushed to the underground of the Twin Towers as fast as he could, where the first divine remains of the Drogo Group were kept. He saw the egg spirit again.

A slightly different egg spirit.

The translucent surface is covered with fine cracks, with soft light seeping out from inside, in a delicate state of being about to break but not yet broken.

It can drive people with obsessive compulsive disorder to death.

This feeling of being neither up nor down is the most uncomfortable.

Without hesitation, Drogo touched the spirit directly and let his consciousness enter it.

It's not that he's reckless, it's mainly because he's used to it and he's done the same thing several times before.

Besides, the last time the egg was "laid", it imprinted a lot of magical knowledge into his mind.

No matter how you look at it, this is a cooperative attitude.

Moreover, there was the bird spirit's previous request for him to popularize the Internet. No matter what the purpose of the consciousness generated by these divine bones was, the general direction should not conflict with his.

This time the connection process was more peaceful than the previous ones.

There is no sudden feeling of dizziness, nor a confusing pile of knowledge that is stuffed into the brain regardless of whether one can bear it or not.

On the contrary, it's a bit comfortable.

Drogo found this feeling strange.

It was like soaking in warm water, with the slow flow of water flowing into the divine bones little by little.

And in the vast space of consciousness, Drogo saw the most abstract thing he had ever seen in his life.

A mass of something floating, its physical form cannot be determined.

The smooth edge was not stable, flowing non-stop, emitting phosphorescent light of seemingly countless colors, yet also seemingly without any color at all. Every inch of the surface was vibrating at a certain frequency, like fluctuations, or breathing.

When Drogo focused his attention on this mass of matter, which was hard to tell whether it was particles, liquid or dust, it seemed as if there were countless eyes in it, also looking at him.

What's this?
It's a bit seeping, yes.

Any creature with a little intelligence has an instinctive fear of the unknown.

Drogo had always felt that this consciousness space had the atmosphere of a back room, and it was eerie after a while, and now this thing appeared.

I didn't expect that I would encounter something indescribable.

"Welcome, outsider." An emotionless voice came from the mass.

outsider?
Drogo was a little nervous. What did this outsider refer to?
"You're very nervous. Perhaps this form can make it easier for you to accept it."

As the mass spoke, it took the shape of a dragon, and formed a Drogo like plasticine. Even Drogo himself could not tell the difference between the two.

"..."

To be honest, it is difficult for anyone to accept seeing something they don’t know turn into their own appearance.

"I'm sorry, but this image seems to have made you more nervous."

And apologized!

Drogo could now see that this thing probably had no ill will towards him, it just thought differently from him, and most likely also differently from all the creatures that had ever existed in Fearin.

"Forget it, just leave it as it is."

"Thank you for your understanding."

"Uh..." Drogo was thinking about a suitable way to ask the other party what the hell was going on.

"I am a god, you should get used to this title." The thing that called itself a god was obviously able to read Drogo's consciousness, and it answered directly.

"The Protoss? They are different from what I have seen."

No matter what form the gods Drogo had seen took, at least they all had an understandable entity.

"They are not gods. They are no different from other creatures you know."

"Ah?" Drogo didn't understand what the other party said.

The god "Drogo" waved his claws, and the scene in his consciousness space instantly changed.

A frozen, tragic battlefield.

There are many gods that Drogo is familiar with here, including the dragon god, the dwarf god, the orc god, and the only one left today, the goddess of magic.

All the gods he had ever seen were there.

It seems that they are on a united front, which is different from the gods fighting each other to death in Drogo's memory.

What can make them cooperate to fight is a group of gods like the one who turned into Drogo in front of them.

"Um, let me understand. There were two gods, and you lost the fight?" Drogo said.

This matches the voices I heard in the egg before, about God being dead.

So the Magic Goddess was the ultimate king who was born from external battles and then internal battles?
"No, it turns out there are only us. We are part of this planet, a consciousness generated by consciousness, an entity condensed by faith. Intelligent creatures believe in nature, and consciousness becomes the spokesperson for nature. Intelligent creatures believe in magic, and consciousness becomes the spokesperson for magic. And you call us gods." He spoke slowly.

A god formed by faith?
This is something I have never heard of.

But it sounds reasonable.

He continued: "Creatures that believe in nature will gain knowledge of nature, and the same is true for creatures that believe in magic. The planet loves the life it nurtures, so a part of it will selflessly give all knowledge to the life it loves."

"So, the Protoss is actually the will of the planet?" Drogo understood now.

"You can understand it this way. However, not all the lives that He loves love Him. Some betrayers appeared. They thought that we concealed the most important knowledge from them, eternal life. However, we did not conceal it. The planet does not have eternal life either."

Indeed, the planet is only about 18 billion years old, so how can it be called immortality? However, in the eyes of the creatures at that time, this number was immortality in a sense.

"They believe that by destroying us, they can become truly 'immortal' gods, so they use the knowledge they have learned to point to us who taught them the knowledge."

"So now you're seeking revenge!"

That's right, now the goals are completely consistent.

However, aren’t these gods too selfless in what they teach? They teach even the things that can destroy themselves.

"Revenge, not because of our past destruction, but because they blocked the access to knowledge. This is a complete betrayal."

"The Goddess of Magic restricted spells above the ninth level because she was afraid that higher-level spells could kill her, as she did before," Drogo continued.

"Then can you let us use spells above the ninth level, and then we can go and capture the goddess of magic!"

Just as he finished speaking, Drogo also reacted, "No, you can't either. If you had the ability, you wouldn't have lost. You are just a carrier of knowledge."

The god of faith did not continue the topic, but said: "The goddess of magic still wants eternal life."

"So?" Drogo asked.

"So she allowed her faith to take shape again."

"..."

Drogo now understood why the church suddenly began to help popularize the Internet.

The Goddess of Magic wanted a God of the Internet, and then she would look for a way to immortality from this newly born God.

Then wouldn’t Drogo be an accomplice!

Although the goddess probably still can't find a way to achieve immortality.

"Then she is still invincible?" Drogo asked dejectedly.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"What time is it and still a Riddler?"

"Faith has an upper limit," the Protoss suddenly said, "He does not allow sentient beings to have only one faith. That will inevitably lead to disaster, and entities that carry too many faiths will return to His arms."

Hearing what the gods said, Drogo gradually began to understand, "You mean, the Goddess of Magic wants to become a true 'immortal' god, and if the gods accept so many beliefs, they will be destroyed?"

(End of this chapter)