I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

One must understand that in the realm of the mind, there are always things that are difficult to explain. Lu Yuan couldn't fathom what he had gone through, feeling as if he had been frozen to death midway.

"Field Industrialization definitely has a future... I lost."

"My life is now Mr. Lu's." Rock Fist·Deep Furnace said bitterly.

This was creativity without inspiration. What could true inspiration be like? He didn't dare imagine.

Yet he breathed a sigh of relief, a loss was a loss, but he wasn't the type who couldn't afford to lose.

"Who cares about your lousy life, hurry up and study properly!" Rat Artisan reveled, as always sharp-tongued, tossing over a book "Field Industrialization".

After a month, this book was everywhere, with all sorts of translated versions available.

However, due to the high difficulty, not many craftsmen were willing to tackle it—it was too hard.

At this moment, it had become more precious than gold, symbolizing a viable path ahead!

How much is a field worth? Maybe more than the bits and pieces you've forged all your life!

The Dwarves discussed briefly and decided to compensate the humans with all the unused gambling materials, totaling perhaps two thousand spirit essence.

No choice, having lost the gamble, they had to pay that much.

Rock Fist·Deep Furnace pondered for a moment, gathering his courage, wanting to invite Lu Yuan to take a look at their "Immortal King", a thorn in their hearts.

But just as he approached to ask, he was stopped by the human staff.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu's creation is not yet finished, please remain calm and do not disturb."

"What?!" The Dwarves stroked their beards and retreated.

...

Lu Yuan wasn't aware of what was happening outside.

He was focused, becoming increasingly dissatisfied with his work, especially when he looked at those squirrel corpses, his sense of dissatisfaction peaked.

He had chosen the materials with the most potent life attributes to create these four squirrels, aiming to generate a life attribute field!

Yet he had ended up with sculptures resembling corpses, those squirrels appearing rigid, eyes shut, seemingly frozen to death!

Despite having the "Ice Field" replace the original plan, he felt increasingly uncomfortable with it.

"An item out of a craftsman's control, can it be considered a masterpiece? So what if I won a gamble, if I feel I didn't win, then I didn't win."

Lu Yuan always felt the title "legendary masterpiece" was mocking him.

"But the item is nearly finished, how can one easily modify it?"

To modify an item, especially completely changing its attribute, is immensely difficult—almost heavenly!

"What to do? What to do?"

He kept questioning himself, pondering deeply.

Lu Yuan sat as though in meditation, under a tree adorned with ice crystals.

Gradually, he once again fell into the historical ambiance, surrounded by a snowstorm intensifying, the cold seeping into his limbs.

"The tree is just ahead."

"History is exactly the same as last time... no changes... well, that's normal."

He again saw the four trembling squirrels, baring their teeth, shrieking at him.

"I'm here to protect you. Without me, you would die!"

"If you die, you'll turn into that desolate Ice Field."

The squirrels didn't listen, only growled at him.

After a period of confrontation, Lu Yuan realized history was immutable, no matter how hard he tried, the squirrels would still perish.

A faint sadness lingered in his heart.

Then, in the next instant, he had a peculiar thought.

"Come, I'll shelter you through the final moments." He transferred the Eternal Spark's energy into the tree.

"I am the Greedy Demon God, willing to make this moment truly eternal."

The tree emanated a gentle warmth, and the squirrels in the tree hollow, after gnashing their teeth for a while, felt the environment warming.

The smallest squirrel began gnawing on a pine cone bigger than its head.

Lu Yuan then discovered that the small tree hollow actually hid a world of its own, with various nuts stored in a groove on one side.

That was their stockpile, their lifeline in the snowstorm.

Having eaten their fill, the squirrels gradually fell asleep.

Slept soundly.

Lu Yuan, shivering from head to toe, persisted in outputting energy until the last moment.

With continuous output of Spark Energy, frost covered his skin.

He... died once again.

Expired from the cold.

As he died, the squirrels were still asleep, smacking their lips.

Although eternity doesn't exist in the world, in this moment, it seemed eternal.

...

"Pa!" Lu Yuan was snapped back to reality, and upon reopening his eyes, he found his creation to be slightly different.

The tree remained the same; the squirrels still hid in the hollow.

Yet now, it seemed to possess a bit more vitality and energy.

"Feels like something is missing."

With a bit of thought, he picked up some wood, began carving various nuts, from pine cones to chestnuts, and even seeds of some plants...

Lu Yuan smiled.

His ten fingers danced, sawdust fluttering like snowflakes.

The carving of these items wasn't overly hard, but trying to connect them with the original creation took substantial thought, employing various engravings, sparks, nested runes, and spontaneous creation like casual graffiti, deliberately including some flaws.

Perhaps the essence of nature is like this, most things in the world are imperfect; fruits during growth are often bitten by insects or eaten by birds; flowers during bloom experience wind and rain.

"Let's add some straw to keep them warm."

Lu Yuan even meticulously carved a half-eaten pine cone, placed carefully beneath the little squirrel's head, making it look like a pillow.

With these provisions, the whole sculpture's artistic form noticeably shifted from a brutal snowy scene to something with slight vitality.

Of course, as a cost, the powers of the "Ice Field" started to diminish — with even the tenor changed, naturally, the Ice Field would lose its effect, wouldn't it?

Lu Yuan's smile grew broader as he became increasingly fond of this creation.

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"The Ice Field disappeared? What's going on?"

"Could it be without the Entropy Element, it can only activate for a short time?"

Different races in the audience once more started to discuss.

They felt various doubts deep down, but upon further thought, felt their expectations might have been too high.

"Creating a myth by a Great Grandmaster is like a skilled woman unable to cook without rice... But a field that can last briefly also proves a path is there."

"Don't underestimate, this is a legendary extraordinary artifact. And that piece of wood is what level? Ordinary level!"

"Oh, casually creating a legendary level, truly... unimaginable."

"Anyway, even if the field lasts just a second, the gamble is won."

It proved that intelligent life certainly has its biases.

Leaning towards the Green Grass Trading Market, naturally all sorts of praise emerged.

Even the Dwarves just opened their mouths, unable to say anything.

"What nonsense are you all spouting?" Rock Fist·Deep Furnace couldn't help but knock the table, shouting loudly, "Does anyone have regrets on the gamble result!"

"Mr. Lu Yuan was dissatisfied with his artistic creation. He destroyed the original ambiance, hence the field disappeared!"

"As for whether he can create a new ambiance, that's... unknown."

Rock Fist·Deep Furnace's emotions were quite complex.

He inexplicably hoped Lu Yuan could be stronger, only then could they be guided to complete the "Immortal King".

Compared to the importance of the "Immortal King", everything else, including reputation and fame, was rubbish!

But as an elder looking at a much stronger junior than himself, no matter how good his temper, secretly, there was always a hint of envy and jealousy.

The work is formed, changing direction is easier said than done?!

If it fails, that really is...

"Exactly!" Shu Gongye had already assumed the teacher's role, immensely confident in Lu Yuan, "All you craftsmen who relied on civilization destiny must observe carefully!"

This sly, rat-like guy, patting his chest, said, "In the process of creating a legend, 'luck' will arise out of nowhere! If you can't sense this, then perhaps your life prospects are limited."

Suddenly, many craftsmen widened their eyes, staring far off.

They collectively experienced a subtle sensation!

"Luck" had truly occurred!!

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