Fang Ning took out a crystal dice and muttered something.
"Using my current foothold as the origin, the current direction of my chest as the X-axis, my right hand as the Y-axis, and the direction of the top of my head as the Z-axis, set up a three-dimensional coordinate system. If the inheritance of the God of Sleep and the God of Dreams falls in the first quadrant, then If you throw one point for me, if it falls in the second quadrant, throw two points, and so on..."
"But you can only project 6 points, but the three-dimensional coordinate system has 8 quadrants." The uncle said doubtfully.
"Shut up." Fang Ning said as he secretly changed the six-sided dice into an eight-sided dice.
Then he threw it into the air, and the dice flew away while spinning...
When he saw this, he was stunned.
"What, what does this mean? Does it mean that you, the rich man, are destined not to get the inheritance of the two gods?" The uncle was also surprised.
"Stop talking nonsense, I understand. I am in space and there is no gravity. The dice must fly away directly." Fang Ning said depressedly.
"That's easy, I'll give you some gravity." The uncle suggested.
"Then it's not allowed," Fang Ning said angrily, "Since it's destiny, is it still possible if you interfere?"
"What can we do about this? It has been three or four months since the two worlds collided. Look around, are there any planets that can be established?" the uncle said frustratedly.
"Forget it, let me think about it, the dice throwing method doesn't work, which means that the random method based on the law of gravity has failed. I have to find another random method that fits the current time and space." Fang Ning frowned.
"Look carefully, I can't help you."
"Yes, I'll write a program to get random numbers." Fang Ning said with an idea.
"Isn't your program an external force?" The uncle didn't believe it.
"Tch, I am an indigenous person of this universe. The program I wrote is of course an indigenous program and must be internal force."
“…”
Not long after, Fang Ning took out a laptop and started writing a random small program.
Of course, as a senior programmer, he knows very well that the random numbers in the program are pseudo-random numbers. If the interval between two random numbers is short, the same random number will appear.
However, he can take a longer interval. In short, he just needs to let the origin of time and space completely control this randomness.
Soon he wrote a program for eight-sided dice.
"As mentioned above, let's get started."
Fang Ning started clicking the dice on the computer.
This time, it really worked.
1 o'clock.
"It seems to be the first quadrant. Let's teleport to a distance of one light-year to take a look." Fang Ning decided casually.
"I always feel that you are too reliable. This first quadrant is also boundless. You are just messing around." The uncle said with disdain.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fang Ning said sarcastically, "It seems that my random program needs to be more precise."
This time, he got into the system space and began to carefully use random numbers to concoct the direction and distance he wanted to go.
The pseudo code is as follows:
First throw an 8-sided dice to determine which quadrant it is located in, and divide the space to reduce the amount of calculations.
Then within the specified quadrant, a random vector of direction vectors is thrown to determine the direction and distance to go.
Then walk to the designated location and repeat the above two steps again.
This iteration continues until the direction vector reaches 0 and the cycle is terminated, and the specified location can be found.
"It's so complicated. I didn't expect that even though I have a god-level system, you still can't get rid of the life of a code dog even if you are a rich man," the uncle sighed. "Could it be that this is something that has its own destiny?"
"Don't you know? The sages have said that God is the programmer. Time, space and the universe are discontinuous and are made up of individual quanta, whether it is energy or matter." Fang Ning finally finished writing the program. Then out of the system space.
… …
On the afternoon of the second day, the effect of 24 hours of luck was passable.
Fang Ning teleported for who knows how many light years, and finally stood in front of a huge hill. The entire hill was shrouded in a pink cloud.
This hill is hundreds of thousands of miles long, just lying across the universe and the stars. It is better to say that it is a mountain than a strange large meteorite.
"These ten thousand merits are not in vain. It's really good. Look, uncle, if this hill is reduced in size and then displayed, wouldn't it look like a sleeping giant lying down? It turns out that the God of Sleep and the God of Dreams are the same god. "Fang Ning exclaimed.
"That's not necessarily true. We are also together. Can you say we are the same thing?" the uncle retorted.
"Definitely not. You are a thing and I am not a thing." Fang Ning said plausibly.
"Well, it's pretty good. It's not a fun thing anyway." The uncle admitted.
"Stop talking nonsense, start working, and wake this guy up." Fang Ning ordered.
"You're stupid. He can't hear you even if you call him. Why don't you poke him with a stick? I happened to have a scepter before, but I haven't used it for a long time."
"That's right," Fang Ning took out a scepter from the system storage area that he had put down a long time ago. He remembered that it was left by the four-faced basilisk.
Look now, they are all at the level of small shrimps.
The huge scepter studded with diamonds still seemed insignificant in front of this hill giant.
Fang Ning flew up, found the opponent's eyelids, and began to poke downwards.
Hanging in mid-air, he poked it a few times, but the other party didn't even blink.
"It seems to be dead. In that case, let's cut it up and look for materials. This is a divine corpse." Fang Ning sighed.
At this moment, the hill giant shrouded in pink clouds suddenly turned over.
"Who disturbed this god's sleep?" His tone was very irritable. It seemed that he was really angry at this time.
"Damn it, you still have to show off in front of me," Fang Ning said angrily, "I have forgotten that he has scolded us before, sir, give him a taste of it."
"This is simple. Since it is pretending to sleep, I will digitize it and shape it into whatever you want."
System prompt: (The system area begins to expand.)
"Awesome, you have developed a new move." Fang Ning praised.
"This is all taught by the rich man." The uncle said modestly.
A layer of invisible ripples immediately covered the huge hill giant.
At this time, the giant seemed to feel something was wrong and wanted to shrink his body and escape.
It's a pity that it's too late, the domain expansion only takes a moment.
The huge hill giant has turned into a painting. The painting is colorful and majestic, and the entire sleeping giant is vividly depicted.
"Okay, uncle, you have learned how to reduce dimensionality and strike." Fang Ning said in surprise.
"It's just so-so. Anyone who makes this guy pose well will be sorry if he doesn't draw it."
"It makes sense," Fang Ning nodded, and then entered the system space with the painting.
Although the uncle was just showing off, Fang Ning knew that this was actually because the hill giant no longer had any strength. It seemed to be very big, but it was just a shell.
Otherwise, gods have their own domain and can definitely resist the system domain.
"That's why a fallen phoenix is not as good as a chicken. Life is so cruel." Fang Ning said as he walked towards the system hotel.
There is a God there, and I believe both parties should know each other, so let Him be the intermediary.
After all, you eat and sleep, and you eat when you sleep. There is no separation between eating and sleeping.