I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 494 Am I Going to Die? (36)

[Thank you so much, Boss Feng! The problem that had been bothering me for so long turned out to be a structural issue in redstone circuits.]

The detection device is also very inspiring. It seems like this device could significantly improve the efficiency of mob farms, and perhaps even allow for the creation of higher-level mob farms.

[Boss Feng is amazing.]

Feng Le felt very pleased to see these comments.

In the Great Qian world, mortals have always been a group that is not valued much.

Their lifespan is less than a hundred years, and their value is not high. A cultivator can serve as an animal until the age of a hundred before being optimized, but a mortal usually begins to decline at the age of thirty-five.

In Tianyuan, where there is a shortage of labor, mortals still have some value. However, in other regions, mortals seem destined only to be cattle or horses, and even then, only for breeding.

In some states, even reproduction was entrusted to magical artifacts, and mortals without spiritual roots were abandoned outside the city to fend for themselves. If it weren't for some star lords still having compassion for mortals, they might not have even lived to adulthood.

But that's still okay.

I've heard that in more distant places, some areas have already been invaded by demonic cultivators, and mortals there can only harvest their crops.

The flesh and blood farm is constantly producing fetuses; the Samsara Palace has intercepted the reincarnation path of the primordial spirit, pulling it out to make materials for the Myriad Soul Banner. Not to mention the thousand-mile red carpet and ten-thousand-mile snowflakes made by some morbid demonic cultivators—just knowing what materials are inside is enough to make one shudder.

But now, Feng Le has discovered that in the forum, no one cares whether you are a cultivator or a mortal.

The number of Tianyuan cultivators is currently around 14,000, which doesn't seem like much, but it represents an increase of nearly 30% compared to 11,000 last year.

This is because graduates are returning, and some monks are drawn here by the dreamlike atmosphere of the morning light, travel here, and eventually choose to settle here.

Normally, the ratio of mortals to cultivators should be between 60 and 70:1, but Tianyuan only has 170,000 mortals, which is a very abnormal ratio.

The pollution on Tianyuan Land has not completely ended. Many jobs suitable for mortals have not yet appeared. Many mortals come here just to make a living, as long as they don't starve to death.

Feng Le had already resigned himself to this kind of aimless life, but unexpectedly, he found another way to be noticed in the forum "My Dream".

So, even ordinary people can attract so much attention?
By sharing his experiences and insights, he became one of the few tech experts in the entire forum.

Moreover, since he no longer has to worry about food, and playing in the dream world is helping Tianyuan solve his problems, he can play with a clear conscience and devote himself to it wholeheartedly.

His insights are constantly being studied by others, and his ideas are driving others to move forward. Some people have embarked on new paths because of his methods, forgetting about farming and weakening the power of disaster.

His actions were full of meaning, and his efforts were seen by everyone, giving him a sense of being alive.

Driven by this motivation, Feng Le became increasingly active in his research, constantly exploring various techniques, and finally made a name for himself.

After answering all the questions, he went to other areas of the forum to check other posts and actively replied to other people's questions.

He feels happy every time he is thanked, and this feeling of helping others makes him feel that his actions have meaning.

Furthermore, the sense of mission and honor that he felt compelled to help Tianyuan defeat the calamity fueled his dedication and made him a skilled forum member.

He even has his own independent module, with redstone circuits becoming his area of ​​expertise, and mechanical modules being something he really enjoys.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the tent, the owner's daughter peeked in and asked expectantly, "Brother Feng, how was your day?"

"I posted three threads, replied to hundreds of posts, and received thousands of likes."

"Brother Feng is really amazing. There's only one thread in the tent next door, and it sank as soon as it was posted. My dad gets really smug when he talks about you now." "Tell Uncle not to do that, it's kind of embarrassing."

"Don't be modest."

Although she didn't quite understand the contents, the boss's daughter still sat down and listened to Feng Le complete the tasks.

When talking about topics that interest her, Feng Le becomes animated, her ordinary features become more defined and vibrant, exuding a unique charm.

After listening for a while, the boss's daughter suddenly said, "Since you know so much about this dream, I think you could try making a module."

"I can't do it. Nobody wants to play the mods I make."

Making mods is a very popular thing nowadays.

After mastering most of the mechanics in "My Dreams", many players are no longer satisfied with creating existing content and have started making mods instead.

Good modules can showcase the author's ideas and bring entirely new mechanics. If they are even better, they may be adopted by the official team and become part of the next version update.

The agriculture module in the official version is a summary of multiple modules, and the module authors were specially thanked by the official team on the official website, which is an honor that every My Dreams fan yearns for.

Feng Le also had this idea, and he would even take out the "Module Tutorial" every day when he had nothing to do and flip through it endlessly, knowing every detail inside by heart.

But he was still a little hesitant.

Those who make the modules are all cultivators. They have high magical power and a thorough understanding of dreams, which is far beyond what a mere mortal like myself can compare to.

Mortals don't have the same stamina or computing power as cultivators. Competing against them would only lead to their own humiliation.

With a regretful sigh, Feng Le was about to wash up and go to bed when he felt a heat in his nose and something rolled out of it.

He covered his nose sheepishly, thinking he had caught a cold, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I think I've caught a bit of a chill. Could I have a tissue over there?"

But to Feng Le's surprise, the boss's daughter in front of him became panicked and was shouting something as she walked over, but he couldn't hear a word of her.

Everything before his eyes was blurry; the ground seemed to have turned into a mushy lump of noodles, causing him to fall uncontrollably.

He raised his hand and found it covered in blood.

His nose was like a tap had been turned on, with large amounts of blood gushing out uncontrollably.

It wasn't a cold after all.

Then, everything went black before his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself lying in bed.

The boss was there, the boss's wife was there, and the boss's daughter was there too.

His clothes had been changed, and the blood on his face had been washed away, but the black residue under his fingernails still told him that what had happened was not a dream.

Seeing the three men's solemn expressions, Feng Le wanted to smile, but in the end, he could only manage an awkward one:

"Am I going to die?"

(End of this chapter)