The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

As the saying goes: The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach.

The ancestors of the goblin tribe have already been shot to death by their descendants in the vast dust of history. The puppets they created with the technology a thousand years ago should naturally not be stronger than the puppets created by the advanced technology after a thousand years.

However, when I saw the awkward expression of Master Hall's hesitation and cessation, a question suddenly came up: Is the puppet manufacturing technology a thousand years ago more advanced than it is now?

After a long while, Master Hall sighed and said: "Since Dewey has allowed you to access the secrets of the goblin clan, I will not hide from you. The puppet manufacturing art a thousand years ago is indeed stronger than that after a thousand years, and it is a little more powerful. Tens of times, dozens of times, even hundreds of times."

"No," I said in amazement: "That is the manufacturing technology thousands of years ago. As usual, the materials, parts, and calculation methods cannot be more precise and accurate than the current ones!"

"Well, what you said is not wrong" Master Hall said: "But you have overlooked the most important point."

"what?"

"Rune" he pointed to my left arm, said.

"Just because of this thing?" I said in disbelief: "The technology is so much worse than it was a thousand years ago?"

"Yes, it is for this reason" Master Hall said: "However, you'd better not underestimate it. Although most of the historical documents of the ancestors have been destroyed and cannot be restored, we can interpret some very special words from the remaining words. Important clues."

"What clue?" I pretended to be mysterious.

"I suspect that these runes are the traces left by the God of Creation" Master Hall said seriously.

"You didn't tease me," I said, "God of creation? Isn't that a legend? It can't be real."

"How can you be sure that the God of Creation is nothing but nothing?" Master Hall looked out the window and said, "So how did this stalwart underground city and this colorful and breezy continent appear?"

"Uh..." I don't know how to answer. I have a bad record of geographical knowledge about how the continent was formed.

Master Hall stared at me for a long time before turning his head, his eyes longing, and said: "All of this was created by the God of Creation, but we don’t know, or where it is, even if we touch it. It’s impossible to touch or perceive its miracles, leaving only these runes that need us to analyze bit by bit."

As he said, he turned to me again, no, to be precise, turned to my left arm, and said: "If it weren't for the traces to follow, I would even suspect that you are not from this world..."

I thought a little: Did he find the problem with my history?

Before I could finish thinking about it, he continued: "...It's a miracle descended by the God of Creation, because you have done many things that ordinary people can't do, such as being able to defeat with the strength of level seven. A puppet that only an adventurer above level nine can barely defeat."

"How do you know it is level 9?" I asked.

"Theory" Master Hall said: "The theory I got is well thought out, the most accurate theory, there will only be very small errors, absolutely no mistakes."

"So awesome..."

"Of course," Master Hall said: "This is what every creator who studies fine inventions should do."

"I always feel that you have heard this theory somewhere." I thought about it, and shook my head again, saying: "No, it should not be the same theory, but the same type of argument, but it is When and where did you hear it?"

After thinking about it for a long time, my mind suddenly flashed, and I remembered a long-lost face and name, Kirk.

He is a very persistent man, so that his dead brother can find rest in the God of Creation, and become a fanatic of the God of Creation.

He died in the boss room on the tenth floor and was smashed into meat sauce by the tauren boss.

Therefore, every time I go to the dungeon of Ai Ruicheng, I always have a habit of taking a walk around the boss room. If the tauren boss has been swiped, it's fine. If it has not been swiped, I will use it. It was killed by violent methods, and then down to other levels.

All this is just to commemorate that stupid and fanatical believer in the **** of creation.

When I talked about Kirk’s situation to Master Hall, he pondered a little, and said: “Although I believe in the God of Creation, I am not a fanatical believer of it. I can only be regarded as a person who believes in it. The person you mentioned, he is probably a member of an organization called "The God of Creation". All members of this sect are said to be fanatics of the God of Creation. Their highest leader seems to claim to be The spokesperson of the God of Creation in Hefeng Continent."

Speaking of this, Master Hall sighed and said: "However, I don't know much about this group of people, and their organization is very secretive. Until now, my intelligence personnel have not figured out the headquarters of this sect. Where are they located, what is their supreme leader."

I always feel that the sect that Master Hall is talking about looks like a second year, and it feels like a small group of children who are not deeply involved in the world.

Since Master Hall didn't know much about this "Creation of the World", I couldn't help asking more, and after a chat with him, I left.

I was planning to leave Ariel City directly in the airship, but was stopped by someone on the way. I didn't have a close relationship with him, but I still knew him. He was Rodney's good friend, Cecil.

That once poor bard, because he found a gold mine, he became one of the rich men in Eri City.

I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but seeing his mysterious look, I couldn't help but give me a look, so I subconsciously went into the teahouse with him.

Walking to the door of the most hidden room, he pushed open the door. As soon as I entered, I saw a few familiar faces. Then, I was happy and smiled and said: "Long time no see, I thought you were still in confinement. It."

In front of me, there were a few people I knew: Jin Siqi, Harold, Carter Eva, and the third young master of Erie City, Carter Rodney.

Rodney stood up. He lost a lot of weight, but he was still as energetic. He stepped forward and gave me a big hug. He was grateful and said, "This time, thank you so much."

"Don't hold me, get up and drive" I chuckled: "I have a fiancée, and I don't like the love of men."

It took a long time for Rodney to let go of his arm, but he was still full of excitement: "Thanks to you, thanks to you, I survived and I have today's reunion."

I was puzzled by these words, and couldn't help but say: "Looking at what you said, is it possible that someone wants to kill you?"

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