"What are you building?" the black cat asked.
"You know if you can't see it?" I asked back without raising my head, because the work in front of me required my concentration.
The black cat walked around me and the machine in front of me, and sat down dignifiedly: "Your understanding of the machine and your hands-on ability are not enough for me to understand what it is just by 'looking'."
I knocked on the machine in disbelief: "Can't you see? This is a call machine!"
Black Cat: "..."
Black Cat: "Yes, it's obvious, I'm blind. So, are you going to meet the outsiders one by one?"
"Of course not." I used a small black flame to directly burn the two lines inside.
The black cat who witnessed the whole process: "I may really not know much about assembly machinery."
I snapped the cover of the number dispenser, watched it ponder for a moment, and wrote "number dispenser" on it with the pen.
Maybe, maybe, it looks a little hard to identify the specific function.
The process of assembling this number machine is very simple, and the more difficult thing prevents others from repairing it.
After all, there are not many people who can save the world, but there are too many people who can repair small appliances!
It takes ten minutes to assemble and two hours to carve.
I've attached almost every defensive function I can think of to the access machine with abilities, making sure that as long as it is placed at the door of my cabin, no one can use any abilities to destroy it.
That is to say, even if 3,000 high-explosive bombs are thrown into no-man's land, my hut and this number-taking machine can survive safely and unscathed.
How could it be as harmless as it looked, even though it looked like a shabby, desolate hermitage
Just ask the Royal Special Forces team that tried to infiltrate the cottage last night and perform psychic powers on me, they must have a lot to say about it.
The black cat lay by my hand for two hours without speaking, and did not speak until I finally stopped.
"This is almost an anti-star weapon." It commented.
"What do you think?" I said. "It took me two hours. It would take me two hours to stop a planet from exploding all by myself."
"It's a priceless treasure," said the black cat.
"thanks."
"So have you ever thought about the possibility of it being stolen directly?" the black cat asked.
"..." I pondered for a few seconds and found it very reasonable, "Sure enough, I am still inferior to you in terms of understanding of this world. Is it worthy of your world?"
The black cat wags its tail and doesn't comment on my words.
My initial thought was to fasten the number dispenser directly to the air so no one could remove it.
But thinking about yesterday's fun, I thought of a new solution.
I tapped on the number machine and added an explanatory sign to it.
1. Anyone who wants to knock on the door must take a number. When I am in a good mood, I will randomly draw a number to call the number. Only the person whose number is called can knock on the door. Otherwise, the consequences will be at your own risk.
2. There are risks in taking the number. Whenever the number is a multiple of 5, the person who takes the number has a probability of dying on the spot, and the probability will not be announced.
3. When the number-taking machine is illegally moved or used, it will explode on the spot, and the power is roughly equivalent to my full-strength blow.
After reading the black cat, the feeling after reading it is: "You are playing with them, and the second and third items will never happen."
"Isn't it possible?" I held my heart and frowned, "They put me in a similar situation before."
They said that "it is estimated that it will take the lives of 100,000 soldiers to fill the black hole", so I refused the army's assistance and went to the black hole alone.
Three years ago, not even a fraction of the 100,000 people stood up and said "I object".
There are only hesitant "Isn't it good?", "There must be a better way", "This is too unfair to her", and even the words seem to be very laborious.
The reason is of course clear to me.
First, various scientists and observation agencies are sure that similar disasters that have occurred four times have been completely eliminated by me, which means that the same disaster will not happen again for the fifth time. So my existence becomes a thorn in my throat: I can single-handedly save the world, and of course I can single-handedly destroy the world.
Second...
"It's the world's fault." I made a second speech.
The black cat thought for a while: "Okay."
This is a doomed world.
Just like the mortal npc in the game, no matter how many times the player loads the file, they cannot be saved.
When the world consciousness feels "It's over, I have to cut my account and start over", the world will face disasters again and again, which will intensify until the world is finally destroyed and reborn from the ruins.
I heard that this is a very formal practice, and all world-conscious people do it this way.
The world consciousness here was the only one who didn't expect me to wear it before cutting the number.
This is very embarrassing, because I am from another world, and I am not under His control.
So after I disrupted the situation n times, He took the initiative to find me.
At the beginning He said: "You can't save them every time, you spoil them, it will only eat back on yourself."
I didn't understand the deep meaning of this sentence at the time, and I didn't know how terrible unconditional dependence is.
So I said, "I want to save you, just wait and see."
Later He asked, "Aren't you in pain? One day you won't be able to bear it any longer."
At this time, I no longer had the high spirits I had at the beginning, but simply couldn't turn a blind eye to the lives I could have saved, listened to them, and stood by.
Anyway, I won't die, and it's worth exchanging one for tens of millions.
So I said bluntly: "Anyway, the world won't collapse until I collapse."
That time three years ago, the "fourth wave".
they said:
"You have to save everyone."
"You stand in this position admired by thousands of people, and you should take corresponding responsibilities."
"If you can't, everyone, children, women, old people will die in pain."
"This is the last time, at any cost!"
"We'll be waiting for your return."
It was the longest battle of my life.
During the sage time between the thirteenth resurrection, He asked me again: "Do you want to make a deal?"
I closed my eyes: "If you don't listen, don't listen, bastard chant the scriptures."
Wang Ba continued, "I want your affection."
I opened my eyes immediately, with a shocked expression on my face: "Did you come from the set of 'The Overbearing God Is in Love with Me'?"
"..." Wang Ba paused for at least three seconds before continuing, "I will take away part of your feelings. In exchange, you will gain the ability to repel the fourth wave. After three days, whenever you want to take away your feelings If you want to go back, I can give it back to you."
The deal was too good to be true, and I had to stop and think if there was a catch.
After all, this sounds like a tsundere speech trying to help for free without losing face.
In the end, of course, a deal was struck.
Wang Ba said three days, but actually only took one day, and his goal was achieved.
The moment I was driven out, countless weapons were aimed at me.
But if I'm going to do it, these weapons hit the ground running.
Wang Ba still added fuel to the fire and asked in my consciousness: "Now do you want to take back the part of the relationship that I took away?"
I rolled my eyes that almost went into the sky cap.
"Great." The boy's voice finally revealed a hint of relief and joy of finally solving the bug, "Let's go then, I know a place that suits you."
"As for this," said He, "you never kill, don't dirty your hands."
... Thinking of this, I smashed the number machine on the head of the black cat with my backhand: "Put this outside the door."
The black cat is not a real cat, let alone a piece of iron, even if a star exploded on its head, it doesn't matter.
It went out with "..." against the number machine, and I stood outside the window and looked out.
The name "No Man's Land" is no longer true to its name. There are military camps and weapons and equipment everywhere outside, as well as people walking around.
People who used to ask for anything from me, this time they will ask for anything from me.
Even if I make them kneel on the ground and kowtow for seven days and seven nights, and don't stop until they faint, they will probably grit their teeth and do it.
If I knew this earlier, why bother