"With this amount of money, it's pretty much enough for a short period."
While he certainly lacked money, there was no need for him to earn more. Even if he raised the monthly card price to three thousand, thirty thousand, or three hundred thousand, people would still buy them, but he chose not to.
Earning money was a minor concern.
He needed money only for daily expenses, as well as for maintaining and expanding the large sandbox, and purchasing various equipment. As for more money, it wasn't particularly useful for him, a leisurely farmer.
As for the newly opened "Cultivation and Meditation Room Sandbox," a community for cultivating wizards, Xu Zhi planned to let it grow slowly and simply leave it be, allowing them to develop freely.
Once these five hundred individuals cultivated to become "Level 4 Wizards," they would develop their own intelligence and be able to cultivate spontaneously, rendering them no longer necessary. Then, he would replace them with a new batch of five hundred "Little Cubes," repeating the cycle.
"This cultivation sandbox is essentially for idling and upgrading 'artificial gods.' It's my biggest trump card, meant to protect my safety in reality and serve as one of my strongest future enforcers. However, there's no need for it to become powerful so quickly. Training them in batches of five hundred, slowly, is fine. I'm not facing any life-threatening crisis, and the stronger they get, the more resources they consume..."
"My primary goal is still the advancement of civilization in the large sandbox. My second goal is the auxiliary evolution sandbox, waiting for them to evolve various potential species that can then be introduced into the transcendent world."
Xu Zhi's thinking remained quite clear. Using these players was merely a means; discarding them after use was insignificant. The main objective was to develop a world of transcendent civilization and deduce the subsequent Level 8 Mythical realm. Otherwise, what was the point of the Cube God cultivating so quickly? Even if their realm improved rapidly, they would always face a dead end. Even if they forcibly broke through, it would be an immature system, a semi-finished divine realm. Furthermore, more new transcendent biological genes would be needed to perfect it.
"Another half-day has passed. Let's see how the Wizard World is doing." Xu Zhi took a sip of tea and began to consult the intelligent sub-brain.
It was the year 937 of the Babylonian Kingdom.
Medusa, who had been researching the Blood of Immortality and was already on the verge of aging and death, suddenly gained insight and once again broke through the limits of the human body. At this point, she was over 780 years old, having long surpassed the conventional 600-year limit for an epic figure.
Rumors spread everywhere among the populace: Emperor Medusa was nearing her breakthrough and would be the next Alchemy Emperor, completely breaking through her limits, living a second life, and stepping from the epic realm into the demigod domain.
"Once she steps into the demigod realm and ignites her divine spark, she will become an Level 8 Mythical Wizard!"
"A living deity will be born on earth, completely unprecedented! This god will not belong to the land of the gods in the heavens! She is a mortal, a post-natal deity!"
The three major kingdoms clearly knew that Ermin's accumulation was still too low; only the ancient Emperor Medusa could take that step. Fate, however, played a cruel trick. There was no opportunity to become a god during the era of the Alchemy Emperors, yet Emperor Medusa had a great chance. Indeed, living long was the true victory.
Now, if Emperor Medusa became a deity and ruled the world, it would merely bring them oppression and a return to a dark age. Moreover, given Medusa's pursuit of power, she might even ascend directly to the heavens, join the land of the gods, and abandon the earthly kingdoms. Conversely, the resurgence of the Evil Gods, awakening from ancient times, would bring about the destruction of the world. There was still a balance to be struck between the two outcomes, and Medusa had become the hope of all wizards.
Long Ji walked down the bustling street, wearing headphones. Fruit stalls, vendors selling giant beast bones, and simple alchemy materials hawked their wares everywhere, and women in wizard robes passed by. Occasionally, alchemical airships streaked across the sky.
This era had truly pushed alchemy to its pinnacle. While there might still be considerable risks for men, women who wished to become wizards could achieve Level 1 status if they had enough materials and combined various probability-enhancing alchemical potions with the Blood of the Evil Eye. Thus, the countless Level 1 wizards bustling through the streets were no longer a strange sight.
However, at this moment, the world was in turmoil. The entire street, and even many towns, were filled with an atmosphere of unease. Despite wearing headphones, voices still reached Long Ji's ears. Small groups on the street discussed strange occurrences: Missing people, demonized creatures, talking books, putrid corpses that moved after death, and strange, wriggling red flesh... The natural order of life was broken; various bizarre and grotesque scenes unfolded, and wizards gradually began to doubt the truth.
"What a powerful wind."
Long Ji walked step by step, while the surrounding wizards clutched their cloaks tightly, hurrying in panic, as if engulfed by darkness, entering a zombie apocalypse within the transcendent world. The air in this world felt as if it were being stretched taut, making it hard to breathe, seemingly on the verge of a bloody, terrifying outburst like a flash flood or a tsunami, a moment that would surely tear the entire land apart. It would even be a terrifying turning point unprecedented in the entire history of wizards, as they, along with these Evil Gods, faced a crucial juncture: The rebirth of an age of gods? Or the world's destruction?
"It's getting dark! Hurry home!"
In the sky, the fifty-year celestial cycle finally began. In the traditional folklore of the Wizard World, the first night of the fifty-year cycle was known as "Asaz," the Night of the Sky Witch, symbolizing impurity, darkness, fear, and misfortune. During this night, people were supposed to pray and stay indoors. The celestial cycle was not instantaneous but a relatively long process. This transition would be fully completed several months after "Asaz," the Night of the Sky Witch.
As soon as the sky began to dim, the crowds on the streets quickly dispersed, and many vendors started packing up their stalls. The street instantly became quiet and desolate. Some playful children still wanted to stay out, but their mothers scolded them, quickly pulling them home, guiding them across the dark slate bridge and into the depths of the European-style ancient buildings shrouded in darkness. "After being here for so long, I'm finally witnessing the fifty-year phenomenon. Things are about to change." Long Ji sat on the edge of the stone bridge, watching the slow change in the sky. His brow twitched, and he looked at a nearby bar called "Forest of Flames," then strode inside.
The bar was also a chaotic scene, dimly lit by flickering yellow lights. Many robed wizards, holding staffs, clinked their glasses loudly, gulping down mead, and voicing their anxieties, complaining endlessly. No one paid any attention to the bard standing in the distance, telling stories.
In the dim, swaying light, at the mahogany table before him sat a hunched old woman, cloaked in black and leaning on a staff. Her entire appearance, gaunt and emanating an aura of death, resembled a necromancer worshipping an evil god from Western mythology.
The old woman slowly moved a circular dial on the table, not looking up. "Medusa is about to break through. A living deity. We will all be purged, without exception."
Long Ji sat down, silently watching her. "This time, you're not going to chase me?"
Beneath the hunched, aging form of the witch was Yamada, the terrifying entity known as Shub-Niggurath, the "Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young," capable of birthing dark offspring.
Yamada disguised himself as a witch to attract less attention, as their true forms were muscular. Long Ji, however, found it somewhat repulsive to transform into a woman, and thus, as a conspicuous male wizard, he was frequently hunted.
"If it weren't for you, our reputation as Evil Gods wouldn't be so malodorous," Long Ji stated.
Yamada followed an evil path, wantonly slaughtering innocent lives and constructing vast necropolis tombs. The notions of Evil Gods being wicked, terrifying, and countless murderers all originated from his actions. The other few individuals generally didn't indiscriminately kill innocents; they merely hunted other players to collect components. However, it was undeniable that this bloody path was indeed horrifyingly powerful.
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