Abnormal creatures' communication group

"I'm embarrassed to say this," Wilson looked away awkwardly. The cause and consequences of this incident had him feeling like he could be the most shameful member of the chat group, bar none. "I used up all my mental energy, and the chat group's protection mechanism automatically put me to sleep."

"Spirit value?" Kong repeated uncertainly, his face full of confusion.

"Yes, I can see my own specific values. Of course, they are limited to my own. My ability is to unscientifically create objects. As long as I touch an object multiple times, I can obtain the blueprints and necessary materials. For example, I have touched Iron Man's armor many times before, so I obtained his blueprints. This armor only requires four gears, a ruby, and ten parts of thulium ore. I can perfectly replicate a weakened version of Iron Man's armor."

"Weakened version?"

"Yes, a weakened version. No matter what I make, there will be restrictions on its use, including the items sent over in the chat group."

"But what does this have to do with your mental state and your coma?"

"Every time I create an object that doesn't belong to this world, my mental value will decrease. However, as long as it doesn't drop to zero, the chat group will ensure that my sanity is not affected. Well, apart from those damn shadow monsters, there will be no other negative effects. But once it drops to zero, I will be forced into a coma. That time, I didn't notice that my mental value was almost gone, and as a result, it was drained all at once, and then I passed out."

The voices they were discussing were perhaps a little too loud, and the two sleeping little girls woke up again in a daze. Wilson hurriedly got up to comfort them, and took out a little bear that was beautifully sewn and cleaned, and handed it to one of the little girls.

"I fixed your bear, just like I promised, so you should go to bed, just like you promised."

Sora propped up his head, a smile on his lips as he watched Wilson coaxing the little girl to sleep.

It’s so good, so good. He also began to miss his sister.

318 Wilson's Troubles

The drizzle has not stopped, the fireworks have not gone out, only the long night has ushered in a ray of dawn from the sunset.

Wilson hummed a song as he threw some meat into the pot, lit the fire underneath, looked at the people sleeping on the ground, and sat calmly by the campfire.

Wickenbottom didn't want to sleep at first, and her sleeping quality has always been poor, but Wilson carefully woven a new straw mat for her, and the natural fragrance was irresistible, so she finally fell into a deep sleep.

"Are you worried about something too?" Kong reached out and patted his shoulder. As a traveler accustomed to the hardships of life, he was used to staying absolutely awake when necessary. Besides, he was not so tired that he had to sleep.

So he was not only awake, but also saw the little secrets hidden in Wilson's heart.

Wilson looked around first, even though he knew everyone was asleep.

But there were some worries that he didn't want anyone to hear, until he saw Wendy and Willow sleeping soundly side by side, Wickenbottom lying neatly and properly on the straw mat, Vigfried sitting cross-legged with his spear in his arms and sleeping soundly, Wolfgang lying on the floor far from the fire pit with his mouth wide open, and Barbatos lying on the ground just as calmly, holding Klee.

He finally came to his senses, looked at Sora, and spoke slowly.

All the calmness he had forced himself to pretend to have was thrown away completely, and the cowardly and lacking confidence was the real him.

"... Let me organize my words... I, I, don't know how to say it? I don't know what to say. I always feel that this shouldn't happen." He grabbed his hair in pain, making it a mess.

"I'm listening. I will listen until the moment you say it." Kong smiled helplessly and comforted people. There are always some things in everyone's mind that cannot be forgotten, and there are always some things in everyone's mind that do not want to recall. Even he himself is no exception. Fragility has always been allowed. No one can be strong all the time. It is really too difficult for people.

Perhaps he had figured it out, or perhaps it was Sora's comfort, but the cowardice on Wilson's face faded away again. He calmed down, stroked his growing stubble, and looked at the sky in the distance.

"I don't know when I had this thought, but he really exists."

"What's that?" Sora asked at the right moment.

"I don't want to go back." Wilson couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he said this, as if he had put down something heavy. He saw someone and subconsciously repeated it again, as if he was afraid they couldn't hear him. "I don't want to go back, not at all. I just want to stay here."

"Why?" Sora asked again.

"Over there I'm just a terrible, failed, stupid scientist who's not worth anyone's attention, but here, I'm a role model for everyone, do you understand? Do you understand this feeling?" He began to speak incoherently, and his heart beat faster and faster, as if he was venting some kind of restlessness.

"I don't know if you understand this feeling, but to me, this is really important. Companions, recognition, even dependence. Yes, they rely on me, they rely on me. I'm finally no longer that useless scientist. I can also be admired and respected by others. Doesn't this sound great?"

Wilson covered his face with trembling hands and let go after a while. He looked at people blankly and helplessly, hoping to get an answer, whether it was a denial or an affirmation, at least tell him an answer.

Kong didn't know what to say. If the doctor was here, he would probably be able to say something appropriate, so he could only nod hesitantly.

But for Wilson it was enough, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So I don't want to go back. I don't want to go back to that awful, cold world full of ridicule. I want to stay here, with them. Is this a selfish thought?"

"Isn't it a terrible idea to force everyone to stay here for my own selfish desires, to be separated from that world forever, to stay forever in this desolate, terrible, and dangerous world, and to always be running for food the next day?"

Wilson choked up when he said this. If he hadn't considered those who were still sleeping, he would probably burst into tears the next moment.

"Look, in the chat group, I'm at the bottom. I can't find my role, I don't know my position, and I don't know what I should do. It's like I haven't made any contribution. Everyone is busy with their own things, everyone is working hard for a better tomorrow, everyone is making themselves better, and even making those around them happy. Only I have been standing still, not knowing what to do. Relying on this false sense of happiness, I drag all my companions down with me. What am I doing? What am I thinking?"

Kong calmly walked over and hugged the person. He didn't know what to say, so he thought that maybe a hug would make the other person feel better, just like the ghost did.

The hug lasted for a long time, so long that Wilson's trembling body gradually calmed down. He raised his head, and his eyes were slightly red.

He looked at the person for a long time before he could say anything.

"Perhaps you should ask them what they think. You can ask or discuss it. Besides, returning to the real world doesn't mean you'll lose contact. The knowledge and technology you learned from the chat group will never fade, right? You're much better than you were at the beginning. You've made a lot of progress. You've never stood still. Besides, you haven't found a way to go back yet, right?"

Wilson nodded, a light appeared in his eyes. He wiped his tears, looked at the completely white sky, stood up and went to the edge of the field to communicate with each plant patiently, gently and carefully.

Kong also walked over and squatted with the other person, clumsily imitating the other person's behavior and stumblingly saying some nice words to the plants. Then he heard the melodious sound of a piano.

Barbatos didn't know when he woke up, and seeing the two people's rather interesting actions, he couldn't help but take out his piano and sing a song.

As the singing began, the plants all jumped up, growing taller. Others woke up one after another, some carrying axes, some carrying manuscripts, and went to do what they should do. Perhaps when they came back, the rich aroma of meat would be floating over the camp again, mixed with some crisp and refreshing vegetables, fruits, which was more satisfying than anything else.

319 Is there really a free lunch in this world?

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich People: Why is this chat group so inactive lately? It's as cold as the snow in Kansas.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: It is indeed quite deserted, it seems like everyone is busy?

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Yeah, even Steve is not online.

[God of the Void] Ghost: I'm here, not busy.

Tony Stark glanced with amusement at the ghost sitting next to him who was replying to his message seriously. Perhaps he was the only ghost in the group who was so serious, right?

So he spoke directly. "I know that. By the way, how's that big idiot? He's still sleepy."

The ghost nodded.

Tony Stark estimated the difficulty and time consumed last time, and thought about the estimated difficulty and time consumed this time. He inexplicably felt sorry for the unlucky big guy, but every time he thought of the other party holding a hammer and shouting that he was the famous Thor, with golden hair emitting electricity... why did he feel so much like a yellow-skinned rat?

Whatever, that guy deserved it. It was a good opportunity for him to understand his own abilities and stop his constant rants and self-proclaimed "The Strongest Avenger." He could only be the strongest Avenger. After all, Hulk, bah! Dr. Banner had completely transitioned to civilian work. He couldn't possibly be the one to take on that old popsicle stick, could he? They'd been frozen in the ground for so long, and even now, they barely knew how to adapt to society. With just a shield, how could they possibly defeat him, with his massive army of steel?

He was too lazy to think about it, so he just opened the chat group and clicked on the doctor's private chat.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: I don't know about the self-proclaimed supervisor, but I do have a clue about Little Red Riding Hood. It's highly similar to the fairy tales on Earth here. I wonder if there are similar fairy tales in your area. [File.jap]

[Chess Player] The Nameless Person Nailed in the Coffin: A fairy tale? It doesn't seem to be similar to ours. It might just be a coincidence. After all, among all the worlds so far, yours is the only one that has overlapped. I still remember you telling me with such seriousness that there was an overlap. I thought you were making some incredible discovery.

Iron Man: Ordinary Rich Man: Come on, isn't it normal to be a little excited? It's rare to meet a decent human being, and even rarer still, this human being is someone you're familiar with. It would be strange if I wasn't curious.

【Iron Man】Ordinary Rich Man: By the way, why hasn’t Crunchy Cube been online for a long time?

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: ...What a mess of nicknames.

Iron Man: Ordinary Rich People: Don't you think that's a little funny? That's not the point. So, where's Steve? Hasn't she been in the group lately, or come to see you?

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: Isn't he on better terms with you? Why are you looking for me?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: At least you have the self-awareness that you are almost the second-best think tank in the group.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Goodbye, I'm leaving now.

Iron Man: Ordinary Rich Man: Okay, okay, I'm done kidding. You've probably read that fairy tale, haven't you? If I told her directly that her grandmother might have been captured and eaten by the Big Bad Wolf, would that be believable?

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Just tell me, can the girl with amazing fighting intuition in the video you sent me be the innocent little girl in this fairy tale?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: It doesn’t seem like it.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: You know that too.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Am I not sorting out the commonalities among all the group members? After all, his world seems to have more than one fairy tale, which coincides with ours. If his grandmother really was captured by the Big Bad Wolf, wouldn't that be interesting?

[Chess Player] The Nameless Person Nailed in the Coffin: The selection criteria for the chat group aren't uniform. There are people with all kinds of personalities, including bastards like Cell Man. Even if he's restrained himself a bit now, it's because he's freed himself from the constraints of the past and forged his own path thanks to the chat group. Without the chat group, even if he could temporarily escape his past, with his personality, he'd still eventually revert to his old ways.

Iron Man: Ordinary Rich Man: ...Actually, we do have something in common, and that's flaws. I don't need to explain the world over there; the little I've revealed is already cruel enough. Steve's been through some brutal things, too. Yours, even more so. Six's world is a mess. Sans's world had no future to begin with. Himawari's world is on the brink of collapse. Need I even mention Cellman? He's the biggest culprit. Even Sora has lost his only blood relative, and so has Wilson, stranded in the terrifying wilderness. Only my side seems to be thriving.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed to death in the coffin: I remember they said that you were trapped and died in the cave at the beginning, right?

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Yes, but later I thought about it carefully and realized that it was just a small setback, too insignificant compared to those tragic facts.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: ...So you are afraid of regrets that will come in the future?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: As expected of you, you can see it at a glance.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: ...What's there to be afraid of? Since you have reached a common conclusion that everyone in the group has flaws, then what is the chat group doing?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: making up for shortcomings?

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: You know, you're not standing still, so what are you afraid of? You're already in the chat group, this is no longer part of your original destiny, so why are you still worried about the same thing happening again?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: ...But is there really such a thing as a free lunch?

[Chess Player] The Nameless Person Nailed in the Coffin: I don't know, but what do you think would happen if we refused? Like you said, everyone has flaws, and those flaws must be remedied. Without the chat group's help, what could we possibly accomplish? Since this is the worst-case scenario for joining the chat group, there's nothing to worry about. Anyway, I don't regret coming here.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: ...You're right, I have never regretted it.

320 Thriving Villagers

The boiling magma rolled but could not corrode the stone at all. Steve looked at the heat wave that was almost coming towards him, picked up the bucket in his hand, and poured it down. The cool water covered it. With white smoke and a hissing sound, the thick and rolling magma turned into black stone with sparkling purple textures.

Steve raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead, took out his treasured sparkling diamond pickaxe, carefully stood on the stone road at the edge of the lava pool, and waved his manuscript vigorously.

Because he was equipped with chains, he had to be careful. What if he fell in... Steve shuddered violently. He had already imagined himself struggling in panic in the lava pool because of the unbearable heat, and finally dying miserably, with all the items he was carrying being burned.

He paused his diligently waving hands, then shook his head vigorously to get rid of this unlucky thought from his mind.

He waved the manuscript vigorously. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see some debris that he had knocked off, but it was covered by cracks. However, as the cracks spread completely, he had no intention of thinking about these things.

The cave, which had been somewhat dimmed by the lava, was once again filled with scorching heat waves and dazzling light. A large amount of obsidian shrank and fell into the lava. With a wisp of green smoke and a slight sound, it disappeared without a trace. Fortunately, what he had in his hands was enough.

Ten obsidians just met the minimum requirement for making a hell gate, but he was not sure whether the hell gate could be put into use after it was manufactured normally.

But he had been coveting the transformation table for a long time, and no matter what kind of dangers were inside, he was determined to get in and try his luck.

Besides...the peaceful life he thought he would have is not so peaceful anymore.

Holding the hoe in his hand, he played with today's harvest, some scattered diamonds, some iron ore, some gold ore, and some lapis lazuli. In fact, if he wanted, he could ask the villagers for obsidian. With his achievements, no matter how much he took, it would be more than enough.

But he didn't want to tell the villagers that he was going to hell, and he didn't want them to know how to get there. Besides, if he had someone else do everything for him, it would be too boring. For example, was he really that short of diamonds now? That wasn't necessarily the case.

"Steve, why don't you go to the newly dug mine?" A villager who was harvesting rice in the fields saw the man walking straight to the city, raised his hand and greeted him with a smile.

"I still think it's more exciting to find wild mines in Wild Ambition. I'm not a professional miner. I just want to dig some minerals that I want. If I really need it, I'll come to you directly, otherwise it will be fine." Steve put his hands to his mouth and shouted at the other side as if he were a loudspeaker.

The villagers over there also imitated the human's actions, but forgot that their hands were covered with wet mud. As soon as they opened their mouths to speak, they swallowed a mouthful of mud and stayed there for a long time.

Yes, after all, this change has only happened not long ago, and some people have not been able to adapt. Individual grass can be pulled down, and two holes can be poked on the soil or two layers of soil can be touched off. Although a square-sized soil will still be counted as a whole, as long as the changes and damage to the soil does not exceed 1/3, it will be no different from the normal soil in other worlds. However, if it exceeds 1/3, the entire soil will fall into the hand intactly as before. If it is placed somewhere randomly, it will be intact except for the lack of a layer of grass.

It’s as if the hole dug before doesn’t exist.

Someone had previously tried to combine the soil dug from the pit into a single piece, taking 1/3 of each piece to see if it could eventually be integrated into a new piece of soil. However, the result was naturally a failure, and the integrated soil was of no use.

Although it would be useless if it was integrated, the energy in this world is infinite. If you have the time to mess around with that piece of soil, you might as well just find a hill and dig it.

The scale of the city has expanded several times compared to before. Even the outer circle of the city has more complicated buildings. The outermost part is farmland, large tracts of centrally managed farmland, with wheat, pumpkins, carrots, potatoes and so on.

Sometimes you are lucky and the wheat is just ripe, and the villagers who are supposed to harvest it are not busy yet. Or you come a little late and look up to see a golden ocean. If you are luckier, it is sunset, and the heavy golden ears of wheat are covered with a layer of soft light, which sets off the sunset, and always makes people stop and watch.

Sometimes, some villagers would joke with the harvesters, "Harvest later, so we can watch a little longer."

At that time, the villagers who were harvesting would respond with a serious face, "This won't work. How can the mission assigned by the higher-ups be changed because of such a trivial matter?"

So the villagers who were joking left with a smile, and those who had originally had a stern face couldn't help but laugh.

Walking further towards the city, you will see livestock farms, including pigs, dogs, cows, sheep, and even quite a few horses. There are sheds of different sizes and spacious grasslands surrounded by fences. The distribution is not too compact, but there is no waste either. Walking further, before reaching the city, there is a busy street.

There were carpets on both sides of the street, and the villagers sat on the ground, shouting loudly and boldly. The stalls were full of fruits, vegetables, lean meat, fresh milk, and occasionally some would bring out some honey.

However, what is circulating in the trading market is not emeralds, but red stones made from red stone powder. They feel light and are small in shape. If you shake them evenly and knock them hard on the ground twice, they will turn into powder again. But they cannot be broken apart in normal transactions. Occasionally, iron, gold, diamonds and the like are traded, but most of them are used to trade large items. As for emeralds, they have never been seen on the market.

These are the trade currencies jointly determined by villagers No. 1 to 10, and an astonishing amount of resource reserves are used to ensure that this system can be used for transactions between villagers. However, even without those astonishing reserves, as long as they issue the regulations, the people below will also complete them with some difficulties. But there is nothing wrong in making the journey a little easier.

Redstone was not originally included in this system, but Nasi overcame all objections and showed them the grand future of redstone, so they naturally had no reason to stop it.

After passing the market, walk a little further and you can see the towering city wall from afar, which is almost straight into the clouds. You can't see the end when you look up. The originally boring wall is outlined with various polished stones, with cloud patterns as the base and dragon patterns surrounding it. It is very majestic. If you look closely, you will find that the dragon's eyes are actually skylights made of glass. As for the effort put into the city wall, it is even more difficult to explain.

321 Steve is also hurt today for some reason.

The gate on the city wall is quite tall, and looks like an elongated semicircle from a distance. Unfortunately, compared with the city wall that reaches into the sky, it is far inferior. Now that there is no war, the gate is naturally open.

The tunnel is very long. Steve once measured it at the beginning of its construction. The highest point of the tunnel is twenty blocks high. Walking from one end to the other is exactly one hundred and fifty blocks.

There were no torches in the long tunnel, but it was bright and transparent. Thick magma was flowing in the rounded arcs of the upper part, and the magma was blocked tightly by transparent glass. Only the sound of the surging magma was not blocked. If you walked from one side to the other, you would definitely hear it clearly. As for the lower part, it was some regular simple stone carvings, which were obviously inferior to the shocking grandeur of the upper part.