How Am I Still Alive?

The icy blue sea water reflects a little bit of light under the sunshine.

Looking around, it is still a boundless ocean. Beneath the seemingly calm surface, there is an endless war.

Mercury 42, or to use the more popular term at this time - Water Hell.

".I never thought we would be back so soon."

Many people in the courtyard have worked hard here for ten years, and many of them have even started families here. Considering that the official language and culture here are now Eastern standards, it is no problem to call it a second hometown.

“To be honest, I don’t miss it here at all.”

Xue En chewed on bamboo and looked at the salty ocean with disgust.

Mr. Lu thought he was really going to retire and live in the ancient city for retirement, but he still applied and came here.

"Actually, does it really matter over there? Once we leave, at least half of the ancient city will be empty."

"64% of the buildings have left, and 73% of the population has left. To say that it is half is conservative."

Not to mention, when Lu Ping'an saw this number, he felt it was a bit too much.

He somewhat understood that other people's fear of his group was the biggest threat to Lu's group, or that his expansion was not compulsory at all. He only needed to manage himself well and people around him would come to him voluntarily.

This is not the aura of a king or a tyrant, but the continuous production of benefits. Perhaps in the assessment of some people, Lu Ping'an can really "steal the country".

The reality is that without Lu Ping'an himself noticing, he actually swallowed up the entire ancient city.

The area where the ancient city was originally located lost a large piece after the Courtyard Continent floated away. In fact, if Lu Ping'an had not taken the initiative to divert the traffic, he could have even moved the entire ancient city away and left the wasteland to the East Country.

"Why not?"

"There are always people who want to live in peace on Earth. Besides, if we really leave a UFO pit for the East Country, they will go crazy."

Sometimes, Lu Ping'an could understand and sympathize with the decision-makers there. They were worried that the top seeds they cultivated would not grow up, or that they would grow too fat and run away, or even worse, simply turn around and return to the imperial system.

Mr. Lu shook his head. Although the officials of the East Country were very generous and not only did they not send out an apparent supervisor (mainly useless), they also turned Lu Ping'an's rank of marshal into a real position and gave him the title of commander-in-chief of the front-line war zone. These things were all empty. The real thing was that with this title, Lu Ping'an could directly dispatch the local garrison of Mercury 42 and, after paying a certain price, "expropriate" other folk gods belonging to the East Country.

It can be said that if he wanted, he could try to completely occupy the world and become the only legitimate regime. Perhaps, this is also what the East Country tacitly approves or even expects him to do.

Since the power has become too powerful to be eliminated, "princes" may be a good solution. When the Zhou emperor is weaker than the princes, it may not be a good thing to still cling to the so-called dominance and orthodoxy.

"There's no need. If we're truly independent, I'll be responsible for all expenses and salaries. It'll be very troublesome to return to Earth for supplies, not to mention the local business."

As long as he controls his ambition, Lu Ping'an doesn't think independence is a good thing.

It has truly become a country of its own, and even the local Long-Handed Tribe and the Orthodox Church have difficulty getting along with them.

“Boom!”

The "continent" slowly landing on the sea interrupted Lu Ping'an's thoughts.

The world will of this world is still under control. Lu Ping'an can easily enter the surface. In fact, other gods can do it as well, as long as they are willing to bear the possibility of complete destruction.

“Start linking.”

At this moment, Lu Ping'an fell into a brief sleep again.

He is connecting himself to countless "lighthouses" all over the world.

The network of trading places, the soul teleportation technology that allows mortals to easily become extraordinary people, and the psychic network that spreads throughout the world, this is the starting point and the largest gathering place for finished products.

On Earth, this kind of thing is impossible to do safely. On the one hand, the behavior of "burying base stations and setting up transmission points in other people's homes" is obviously excessive. On the other hand, the ancient hibiscus lamp trees that are specially cultivated locally are difficult to survive if they leave their place of origin.

Lu Ping'an can be cultivated, but there is no practical need for this tactic, so just put it aside.

". It has increased a lot. A lot."

At this time, when Lu Ping'an tried to connect to the lamp tree network, he encountered the reality that there were countless more network nodes, not because of the abandonment and disconnection after the owner left.

Do they grow naturally, or does someone take the initiative to help migrate and plant them to make the network more useful?

".Uh, there are signs of use, similar to the signs of Shuichi's ability. It should be the local god of life who uses it to spread information?"

Anyone who has experienced the information age knows the significance of "information network construction" to war. Even if something is added to the base station, as long as it does not affect its use, Lu Ping'an has no objection.

“It’s under control.”

The strength of the controller this time was quite far from Lu Ping'an, and coupled with his authority which was like a genetic key, he once again easily gained control of all the networked super-large base stations.

That also means that his sight can cover the whole world.

"The development of this world is better than expected. However, the situation on the battlefield is much worse than expected."