I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

[I only know a tiny bit] The documents I had just read flashed through my mind.

Was the monk just talking about the concept of distributed cloud computing?

How much time has passed?

Chapter 712 Arsonist's Retirement from the Mountain: A Lifetime in Jail

On the other hand, after going offline to calm down, Old Eggplant logged back in and suddenly realized that he seemed to have been ignoring a problem all along.

That is, although those flowers may attack humans, they are still plants at their core.

Even if they are a mixture of animals and plants, they are still a kind of living organism.

All living things should be afraid of fire.

Moreover, that's the Black Forest. Theoretically, the players don't need to protect the forest; they can just burn it down.

Old Eggplant thought his idea made a lot of sense, and he discussed it with his friends.

"Holy crap, how come we didn't think of that? We must have lost our minds."

"So the question is, where do we find fire?"

"Great idea! Let's go borrow some fire from the villagers and burn it all off!"

"That's the charm of open worlds. When you can't beat a game in one way, there's always another way to skip class and beat it!"

"Setting fire to the mountain will land you in jail for life."

"Burn it as you please. This Black Forest seems to have been caused by a demonic tide, so burning a little shouldn't be a problem."

“In my hometown, we used to burn straw all the time. The ash that fell on the ground could even be used as fertilizer!”

With that in mind, Old Eggplant immediately knocked on the door of a farmer's house in town, where the lights were still on.

Night had fallen in the Land of Night, and the bright moon hung high in the sky, appearing no different from that on Earth.

But players who have seen "The Tide of Demons" know very well that the moon will be stained with blood on certain days. The crimson moon will bring endless demons that will sweep across the entire world. Even mages can only sacrifice themselves to barely resist them and survive in the chaotic storm.

Fortunately, the moon is still silver, so there's no need to worry about the coming demonic tide.

The farmer seemed a little confused. Candles were not common in the Land of Night. A single candle could usually last a week in an ordinary farming family. Most of them followed the rhythm of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. It was almost time to blow out the candle and go to sleep to make babies.

"Hey bro, can I borrow a light?"

Old Eggplant was holding a few twigs he had picked up. Because they were taken from decaying leaves, they were still damp and smelled rotten.

The farmer hesitated for a moment, looked at the candle again, and finally let the old eggplant come into the house to light the fire.

By the light of the candle, Old Eggplant could make out the condition of the house. The roof of the wooden house was covered with straw, which would become very damp when it rained, and it might even leak. The house had no room distinctions. There was a stove for lighting fires at the door. Inside the house was a wooden bed, but there were no tables, chairs, or cabinets. The candle was placed on the stove. It was so simple that Old Eggplant didn't know how they lived.

He didn't say anything. This situation can't be changed overnight. If we want to improve people's living standards, it's necessary to develop productivity.

The current problem in Sunset Town is insufficient productivity, and it is also plagued by attacks from monsters in the Black Forest. If the monsters can be defeated, the Black Forest can be expanded, and new farmland can be cultivated, then productivity will increase, and it will be possible to change the living conditions here.

It took the old eggplant a lot of effort to light the branches. The fire ignited, making the room brighter and illuminating the woman and child on the bed.

The firelight flickered in their eyes, then disappeared as the old eggplant left.

Old Eggplant had no time for sentimentality; the fire was almost out.

He and the other players quickly started a fire with branches and grabbed some dry leaves. Soon, a campfire was lit on the edge of the field.

The players cheered, their faces beaming with excitement.

No boy can resist a straight tree branch, and even less can a boy resist a tree branch that is on fire.

But there is still a problem: the burning of tree branches is very unstable. It would take at least the intensity of a torch to ignite a forest.

It's not the dry autumn season now, and the Black Forest itself is quite humid, so you'd better think twice before you want to burn it to your heart's content.

Old Eggplant now thinks that games being too realistic isn't necessarily all a good thing.

In other games, any piece of wood you pick up would become a nuclear-powered torch, burning for hundreds of hours without going out.

But inside the "cage," you even have to make your own torches.

If we defeat the monster later, we'll probably have to collect the loot ourselves?

A normal torch is usually made by wrapping strips of cloth around a thick wooden stick, then pouring gasoline or similar substances over it, and letting it dry so it can burn continuously.

But where can we get strips of cloth now?

Old Eggplant scratched his head and quickly turned his attention to the other players.

"What are you trying to do? Burning people is not allowed."

The person being looked at instinctively took two steps back.

"No, the clothes we wear are just cloth. When we die and are resurrected, our clothes are still intact, which means that this is our initial equipment."

Old Eggplant felt he had discovered the key point.

"If we take off all our clothes and go to our deaths, will all this equipment just disappear?"

The players looked at each other in bewilderment.

True capitalists, when they get ruthless, won't even spare themselves.

"I'll give it a try first."

Old Eggplant, with the spirit of leading by example, immediately took off his clothes and ran naked towards the forest.

After a while, the clothes remained unchanged, but an old man wearing the original clothes ran back quickly and asked excitedly.

"How's it going? Are the clothes still there?"

When the players saw the clothes in their hands and the old eggplant wearing the clothes, the whole place erupted in chaos.

They all took off their clothes and ran naked across the fields. One by one, they rushed into the forest, searching for ways to end their lives. Then they climbed out of the mud, and one piece of clothing became two, three. Soon, the fields were filled with a bountiful harvest of clothes.

Although these clothes weren't of particularly high quality, they were still better than the clothes worn by ordinary villagers. Not to mention, having an extra layer of clothing was always a good thing when the real cold season came.

Old Eggplant didn't deal with these clothes, planning to distribute them to others after dawn the next day. He picked up a few pieces of clothing, tore them into strips, wrapped them around a wooden stick and tied them in knots. Since there was no gasoline, he could only burn them like that.

Led by a group of players and carrying torches, Old Eggplant quickly returned to the flower bush where he knew with his eyes closed where the vines would come from.

This time, however, Old Eggplant did not rush in, but instead used the firelight to illuminate the wriggling flower bushes.

"go to hell!"

He shouted and threw the torch into the flower bushes.

If this were just a game, it would indeed be just a game, but in the context of virtual reality, these monsters had indeed killed him countless times, and this visceral hatred became his motivation to fight.

With Old Eggplant's shouts, countless torches were thrown into the flower bushes. Even though the Black Forest was damp, the flower bushes were gradually ignited by the scorching heat of so many torches.

The twisted vines struggled, and the flower buds, capable of devouring human flesh, vanished in the flames.

Seeing the fire spread, Old Eggplant felt his soul was elevated, and an unprecedented sense of pleasure rose within him.

This is the joy of revenge, the jubilation of humanity finally conquering nature, and the awe of one's soul being released.

He grinned, a somewhat sinister smile that looked particularly terrifying in the firelight.

Then, Old Eggplant realized that the fire seemed to be spreading this way.

"Moisten, moisten quickly!"

He turned around and ran away.

Chapter 713 The Farming Talent Engraved in Our Genes

The fire raged until morning, and throughout the night, Sunset Town was shrouded in the orange glow of dusk.

The thick smoke from the wildfire shot straight into the sky, obscuring the moonlight.

Many townspeople came out of their houses, looking at the burning Black Forest. The firelight seemed to freeze in their eyes, and their originally dim eyes seemed to brighten for a moment.

For thousands of years, no one has been able to do this.

Even if you set fire to the mountains, the black forests will quickly grow back. They will encroach on the fields and release all sorts of terrifying monsters. As for the demonic tide, only a few people can survive each time it comes. Many people have no concept of the greatest disaster in this world.

However, it seems that the situation is a little different now.

The townspeople knew very well that although the fire could temporarily burn down the forest, the vegetation would cover it up again after a while, making it a futile effort.

However, a glimmer of hope ignited within them: that these eccentric individuals could truly eradicate the Black Forest.

In the early morning, after taking a short break, Old Eggplant went online again. He saw that a large area of ​​forest had been burned down, leaving only charred remains that emitted a foul stench. The flames were still spreading in all directions, but the damp black forest had reduced the fire's intensity. He estimated that the wildfire would be completely extinguished after a while.

Of course, Old Eggplant and his friends could easily have added fuel to the fire.

Arriving at the ruins, this woodland far exceeded the area of ​​the entire farmland of Sunset Town. Old Eggplant relied on his memory to find the vicinity of the flower bushes. He discovered that the remains here looked somewhat different, as if they had not been completely burned by the fire.

He also discovered a problem.

That was the longsword from before, and the armor in the flower bushes had melted due to the high temperature of the wildfire and had long since seeped into the soil; it was nowhere to be found.

"I never expected this..."

Old Eggplant was a little disappointed, but he quickly cheered up again.

“We can clean up and tidy up this place first, cultivate it, and plant some fast-maturing crops to solve the problem of food first.”

Old Eggplant only ate a bowl of instant noodles before going to bed, and didn't eat anything in the game. His stomach was a little hungry, both in the virtual world and in reality.

I wonder how the crops are growing in the Night Kingdom, and whether they have three harvests a year of rice. But since magic exists, there must be magical plants and such.

Old Eggplant even wondered if there might be magical plants that could attack, such as Pea Shooter, Corn Machine Gun, or Squash.

In short, he and the other players borrowed hoes and plowed the scorched land.

It has to be said that the talent for farming is truly ingrained in his genes. Old Eggplant, a young man who grew up in the city, actually felt satisfied and content after working with a hoe for most of the day.

I'm just a little tired.

By noon, Old Eggplant had cleaned up about a third of the area.

He decided to go to Lu Ban to claim credit.

After gathering up some of the remaining flowers, Old Eggplant and a few other players returned to town and arrived at the Baron's mansion.

"Open the door, open the door, we brought back the monster's corpse."