Miss Serena's daily rent collection in American comics

Fortunately, there is a system's 200-fold final reward. Otherwise, for a poor girl struggling to work a 996 job, who is not proficient in materials science, does not understand mechanics, and even has only a high school level of physics and chemistry knowledge, it would be a real fantasy for her to think of a way to make the earth fly out of the solar system.

“How is our species being preserved?”

But she ignored the engine that was about to start up. After all, this thing was designed by her herself, and the theoretical principle was very simple, which can be summed up in four words: "powerful flying bricks".

The gravitational balance in the solar system had long been broken when the sun rapidly aged and expanded, not to mention the fact that it later dismantled three planets. The engine that was finally made was not satisfactory, but it had to be like that.

[We have successfully preserved 475 million species, but the remaining 65 species have become completely extinct. ]

Hearing this, she nodded. The marine life was the hardest hit. She used the entire ocean as a heat sink for her engine. The extinction of species that disappeared due to the rising average temperature and those that were not found and collected by her mechanical troops was inevitable.

"Please prepare me for the subsequent surgical transformation."

Standing up from the throne, looking at the earth that has been covered by an engine 1.2 times its own mass, a journey that can be started at any time and never to be returned is about to begin.

The body she is using now is called Nia Tepelin, which she changed into 5 years ago when she became seriously anxious due to the rising surface temperature and the large number of engine scraps.

When she first discovered the artificial human technology in the system reward, she only thought of it as a wife. But that day, she was in an unusually low mood, and suddenly she reached the Tengen Toppa, and then she was so excited that she felt like she could burn several copies of Boruto in one breath.

But people are either silent in extremes or abnormal in silence. Even though the system usually communicates with her, the daily life with the machine has made her subconscious mind more and more crazy... Anyway, she will not be bound by morality and law, so it doesn't matter what she does.

She completely let herself go and became a complete nihilist.

Trapped in despair and anxiety, she finally realized the truth.

That is, if everything has no meaning in its existence or happening, then the only meaningful thing in the world is to make yourself happy.

The Wandering Earth Project was born in such a situation. But when she was no longer limited to making a super-light speed engine and turned to studying how to take away the entire planet, she came up with two completely black technologies: warp speed and folding.

As the ultimate reward for unifying the world, Nia can freely change the topography and atmospheric structure of the entire planet like a god. She can flatten an entire mountain range with a wave of her hand, or raise the sea level by tens of thousands of meters. She can summon a storm that is powerful enough to destroy the continental shelf in the blink of an eye, or fill the world with lava.

That planet was like her kingdom of God...

[But didn’t you just have surgery before? ]

The system was a little worried because the other party had just made modifications to improve the adaptability of living organisms to the cosmic environment.

"Just let the machine do the rest. I don't need to stay here to supervise anymore."

She had long been tired of changing into various bodies. Compared to the entire universe, the human home planet and civilization were still too small. It was so small that when she looked at those galaxies that might have life, she had an urge to destroy them.

She wanted to know how life was born. She wanted to restore the universe to its most primitive state at the beginning of its birth, and then observe what kind of spark could blossom into the miracle called "life".

Even if this universe would be destroyed because of what I did... after all, with my level 10 warp speed, I might only need a snap of a finger to reach the end of the universe.

[I see. What kind of transformation do you want to make this time? ]

After a moment's silence, the system asked again.

"eternal life......."

When the dark blue flames erupted from the Star Torch, this huge planetary engine was officially completed. It is 16731 kilometers long, and the average radius in contact with the planet itself is about 6371 kilometers. The total circumference is 31965 kilometers, and the total mass is about 72 trillion tons. It was made by 7 trillion engineering robots over a period of 1460 days. It is the largest mechanical creation in human history so far.

It looks like a huge water droplet covered with black metal tubes, dragging a nearly 100,000-kilometer-long tail flame, slowly sailing in the deep and endless space.

The hideous and huge metal star rings rotated around it continuously, just like the crown of thorns when Jesus was crucified. It was a special celestial body composed of hundreds of trillions of security robots, and it was also the most powerful means of attack in the history of weapons development on this planet.

Its name is Higgs Boson Generator, also known as the Light of Creation.

(PS: Think for a moment, then stretch out a hand, put it in the bowl and start waiting for the tickets...)

Chapter 319 is actually the extreme home exchange between the natives of another world and humans

Looking at the breathtakingly huge monster, the wrinkled face of the dwarf king Bronzebeard showed an expression of incomparable piety.

"Every day that we dwarves are alive, we are bathed in the glory of God. He gives heat to the earth, light to the sky, makes vegetation grow, and makes spring water sweet."

This is the grandest festival of the dwarves, held only once every three years. Countless dwarves will come from all over the continent a week in advance and gather in the Iron Castle, waiting to participate in the celebration.

"My Lord knows all things and reveals the secrets of the human heart. Do not cover your ears and do not hear our prayers. Holy Lord, Almighty God, Merciful Father..."

The Dwarf King raised his hands high, looking up at the sky as if he was embracing it. The dwarves in the square also made the same gesture as him, as if there was a kingdom of God hidden behind the hazy clouds.

"Now, ring the bell three times! The celebration begins!"

Bronzebeard's voice was like rolling thunder, full of energy.

"Praise the God of All Things!"

He raised his head and arms and shouted loudly.

"Praise the God of All Things!!"

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound in the Iron Fortress.

The guards maintained order, and the servants distributed fine wine. The astonishing amount of roast meat and the specialties of each clan surrounded the dwarves. This carnival would last for a long time, and the lively scene was just like the party before New Year's Eve. People sat together and shared their joy with each other.

"Remember the mountain range made entirely of steel that I told you about last time?"

In the corner of the alley, a young dwarf wearing the kingdom's craftsman's uniform excitedly spoke to another dwarf in gorgeous clothes.

"Of course, I've been thinking about that thing for a long time!"

The noble dwarf was very excited when talking about that thing. He glanced thievingly at the guards who were immersed in the celebration not far away, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

"The old man in our family has always said that it was a miracle, but it has been more than 2,000 years, and no god has ever responded to their prayers. In my opinion, that thing is probably some kind of ancient relic, just like what is written in knight novels. If we..."

The noble dwarf became more and more excited as he spoke, and the dwarf in the craftsman's uniform also became excited.

"Don't say any more, I understand. Let's go today!"

Every dwarf is a natural-born adventurer. In the eyes of the young dwarf in the uniform of a craftsman, the long-term peace has wiped out the unruly hearts of most dwarf clans. Faced with those mysterious ruins that seem to be enough to make people tremble, these stupid guys actually regard them as the residence of gods and avoid mentioning them! Shouldn't it be a good place for dwarves to explore the unknown?

But the reality told him ruthlessly that the dwarf adventurers who were on a journey to explore the unknown and the mysterious had become extinct. He even thought that he was the only one left in the entire dwarf society, with a heart full of passion and desire for knowledge.

"Let's go straight to the back street. I hid the teleportation scroll there. It took me a lot of effort to bring that thing out."

But one day when he was working outside, he met a young nobleman who was equally passionate and ambitious. At that time, the two hit it off immediately.

"Then let's go!"

Although in their spare time, the two of them have also visited some places that look full of "adventure atmosphere". For example, those abandoned tower-shaped buildings for who knows how long, and the underground mazes with unknown uses but surprisingly large areas. Many writers of the human empire always use those things as the prototypes of dangerous secrets in knight novels. But the two who actually set foot in those places, what they can find is a pile of severely oxidized scrap iron, and garbage that has been corroded by time to only residues.

Compared to the mountain made entirely of metal, these things were too ordinary. So ordinary that just a round trip could wear out their previous high spirits and enthusiasm.

Even if those things were magical items with magical effects before they were corrupted, it cannot change the fact that they have now become useless garbage.

"You know what, Groin."

Avoiding the inspector's sight and heading to the back street, the young dwarf in craftsman's uniform spoke to the noble dwarf.

"My father is the Royal First-Class Swordsmith, Imildar, the son of Bonun. Isn't this a strange name? The naming style of the dwarves is obviously Ironfort Hammerstone, Hogan Hurricane and the like. But my father is called Imildar Bonunson. And I am called Oli Imildarson... It sounds strange, doesn't it?"

Listening to Aulë's words, the noble dwarf named Gloin also fell into deep thought.

"Now that you mention it, it does feel strange. It's like there's a kind of... indescribable tearing feeling."

Although it was strange, the two of them did not slow down at all.

"Your family has been doing business with humans for 13 generations. Have you noticed that, compared to ordinary dwarves, your family is more inclined to human nobles. They like to talk about fighting and honor. We deal with hearths from birth to death, while you set up a guild to travel between cities. The elders all say that this is the difference between clans, but have you ever thought that this difference is too big?"

"This... seems to be the case."

What Oli said did seem to make sense, but after thinking about it, Gro couldn't figure out why the other party suddenly said this.

"Think about it again. We dwarves now use the common language of the continent, and even the writing system is universal. But the question is, where is our own language? Where is our own writing system?"

he continued.

"I know this. It's for convenience. At the beginning, the total population of the dwarves was not large, but they had three completely different scripts and languages. The kingdom at that time had no energy to compile a new communication system. For the sake of subsequent development, it could only use the common language of the continent as a second choice."

Gloin answered very confidently, and it was obvious that he had not yet realized the other meaning in Aulë's words.

"It seems that your thinking ability is still not strong enough, Groin..."

Oli shook his head and then continued.

"Then have you ever thought about why the three clans, with such a small population combined, were able to develop three complete and different language and writing systems?"

This time Groin was completely stunned.

yeah why?

According to historical records, the total number of dwarves from the three clans at that time was only a little over 2, but they had three completely different languages. His mentor once taught him that the development of each language and writing system required a large population and time.

A complete and self-consistent language system, even… requires nearly a thousand years and countless generations to evolve.

(PS: votes! And then make a super loud noise...)

Chapter 320 Where Should History Go?

"Fire! Put out the fire quickly!"

"Damn it, where did you put the holy water I prepared?"

"What are you doing? Don't use the silver sword! That thing is not a vampire..."

In the burning community cathedral, the exorcist team, which was supposed to consist of eleven young people, now only had seven members left, still struggling in the flames. At least before this special operation was completely overturned, no one expected that the exorcism ceremony they were holding in the church would go wrong. The spirit possessed by the unfortunate girl was not only not afraid of the cross, but even the priest who came to help with the Bible held high was cut in half from top to bottom by the ghost with some kind of invisible blade, and blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

"I'll find a way to open the back door. This thing isn't very fast. If you guys can hold it off for a few minutes, we can escape from here alive!"

"A few minutes? That's so easy for you to say!"

"Where is the holy water I want..."

Such a noisy voice would naturally attract the attention of the surrounding residents. However, facing the church that was burning with flames and chaos, even the rednecks from Texas did not dare to act rashly in a place where supernatural forces were obviously at work. The only thing they could do to help these young exorcists was to call the police and notify the hospital staff to drive an ambulance to the place to collect their bodies.

There is no rain tonight and the temperature is cool. For a summer day that is like a furnace, this is undoubtedly a day to sleep peacefully.

Unfortunately, the church that was destroyed by the fire has now turned into a hell on earth.

No matter how thick-skinned a guy is, it is impossible to fall asleep in such a situation.

It was a coincidence, and I didn't know whether it was because these guys were destined to die or for some other reason. Nashima, who had just completed a big business deal and passed by here accidentally, was successfully attracted by the church wrapped in fire.

"Performing an exorcism in a community church like this? These rookies are so brave nowadays... Aren't you afraid of running into something like Zoroastrianism? You go to someone's house to perform an exorcism, but the demon serving inside comes out to play mixed doubles with the person you are exorcising?"

Nashima, who was carrying a suitcase, raised her eyebrows slightly. She was only a dozen meters away from the church. She didn't even need to see it with her own eyes to guess that the situation inside must be very bad. This group of poor rookies tried to embolden themselves by shouting and cursing. Their shouts became louder and louder. After a few minutes, they became like slaughtering pigs, with only a few grown men screaming continuously.

"What a shame...what does this have to do with me?"

Nahima stood in the front yard of the church, observed the situation inside for a while, and then walked towards the outside of the community without looking back.

Since the world began to enter a subtle state similar to the revival of spiritual energy a few years ago, more and more supernatural beings have begun to appear in people's vision. In contrast, rural Taoist priests and even professions such as exorcists that have disappeared for a long time have also emerged one after another like mushrooms after rain. Although many people were basically ordinary people who learned some folk knowledge on the Internet before their debut, the ghosts here are too weak, resulting in a subtle situation in the market where the timid are starved to death and the brave are killed by gluttony.