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Chapter 4 Stand up and develop?nonexistent
"Oak (16)"

"Oak Seeds (3)"

"Oak (13)"

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Looking at the broken logs all over the ground and the turned up soil, Yang Ming, who was wearing a thick blue cotton coat, blended in without a trace among the group of homeless people whose homes had been destroyed by the Kirita people.

The only difference is that his seemingly irregular movements are always accompanied by the inexplicable weight loss of the overturned trees around him.

It is said that the medical rescue system in various urban areas of New York was originally perfect, but under such a catastrophe, there are always places that cannot be taken care of, such as the homeless people in New York's Central Park.

"help me!"

"It hurts!"

Those homeless people who were injured and blown down seemed to have no choice but to lie here and wait except to save each other.

Yang Ming was among the homeless, but he never helped anyone, let alone used his ability to collect blocks to rescue those tramps who were crushed.

There's no point in doing that, except to expose yourself.

"Almost, 140 three pieces of wood, 250 pieces of soil, and 35 stones, should be enough for me to do something."

Seeing the sun that was already at noon, and the rescue team and medical team that arrived late thirteen hours after the war finally entered the park, Yang Ming left the park without even thinking about turning around.

Once the immigration agency verifies his identity, he can easily be sent back, but even if he is sent back to the Celestial Dynasty, he is still a black householder, so let's talk about it for a while.

Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen, Yang Ming, who was eating taco rolls, hesitated, "Damn it, when I was reading novels at home, I really didn't realize why the protagonists of those novels are so expensive? You can go wherever you want ?”

Across a block, he was really terrified to see the wild scene in the inner block.

Don't say anything else, let's just talk about the tattooed men who carry guns and sticks on the street and don't know what to chat with. Watching them add combustibles to the gasoline barrels surrounded by sparks, Yang Ming felt that it was not his world.

Yang Ming, who had never been to the United States before crossing, is now a black householder. He doesn't know the way, has no money, and has no way to save his life. He just looks for a place to set up his workbench, and he doesn't know where to escape the surveillance.

This is not the feeling of staying at home, lying on the bed, drinking happy water, watching movies or reading novels at the same time.

"It's so annoying! I still have to go back to find Gu Yi, and I can solve the problem of basic food and clothing."

After sadly confirming that even if he has time-traveled, even if he has a golden finger, he is not a hero in a broad sense, Yang Ming walked to the New York Temple.

No. 177A, Bleecker Street, Manhattan, Yang Ming remembered this address, looked up at this ancient European-style building, walked up the stairs and opened the door to enter.

"Hey, Mr. Cable, why are you back?"

Seeing Yang Ming coming in, the chubby Asian mage quickly got out and blocked his way.

"I have some things I want to discuss with Master Gu Yi!"

With the attitude that face is not important, as long as food and clothing can be solved, even if he is stopped, he will continue to walk in.

"The supreme mage has left, the problem here has been resolved, and the mage is disassembling the assembly."

After the fat man finished speaking, he turned and opened the door and left. An old mage who looked quite old came over: "My name is Daniel Drum, and I am the guardian of the New York Temple. Please don't care about Wang's attitude. I said you would come back."

For this old mage who had no impression, Yang Ming still followed the previous trick: "So it's you, I know you, after all, I come from the future, but I can't say anything to you, because I am afraid that I will change the course of history." .”

"Of course, I can understand!"

Master Daniel smiled warmly, and directly led Yang Ming to the room where he had been before: "Master Gu Yi has something to do when he returns to Kama Taj, and he will come back in a few days to discuss future matters with you."

After finishing speaking, the mage who looked very graceful left directly.

After a day and night of bluffing, Yang Ming obviously felt that his skin was much thicker. After Master Daniel took the door and left, he didn't feel any embarrassment at all. He thought about strengthening himself and remembering his memories. Related plots that I have seen before.

"I've seen all the movies in the series before, and I haven't watched all the episodes of the same universe at all, but fortunately, who knows who the main characters are, just stay away from them..."

While pondering, he planned an open space in the room to make the foundation of all creations - the workbench.

"Workbench = wood x 10, the workbench required for making is empty-handed. With him, I can make a set of wooden helmet armor, wooden walls, and various basic tools, and I can make myself a shelter!"

He didn't care whether Gu Yi would discover his golden finger, and even said that he was just actively showing his ability to endorse the New Zealand currency he boasted before.

There was a burst of golden light from both hands, as if after the glare of the magician from the lineage of the Supreme Sanctuary, a simple and unpretentious workbench appeared in the open space.

Workbench

Defense: ∞
Auxiliary table for basic fabrication.

However, after waiting for the workbench to be made and then retrieving the backstage of the game, he suddenly found that there were far fewer things he could do at hand than he had imagined.

For example, because there is no monster in the game like slime, there is no way to get gel, so he can't make torches, and without torches, even if there are stones, he can't make a furnace, and he can't make a furnace. way from the Stone Age to the Metal Age.

The technology tree was directly cut off?
Here he sat, worrying, without noticing that behind him and above, close to the ceiling, a small portal opened with a gold border.

Karma Taj, the living room of Ancient One.

Gu Yi, who came in from the outside, signaled to the fat mage Wang that there is no need to salute him. Wang closed the portal monitoring Yang Ming, and asked Gu Yi respectfully, "Can I ask a question?"

"ask."

"Why did you let him go back to the temple? There are many precious instruments there. It's really not suitable for him, an outsider, to be there, and this person's ability is very strange."

Master Gu Yi smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, as he said, existence is reasonable, so don't pay too much attention to him."

Wang still had doubts, but Master Gu Yi came to a conclusion on this topic: "Okay, this is an interesting little guy, don't pay too much attention to him, indeed, as he said, he hasn't changed the timeline."

The two chatted about something else, and this matter was a turnaround.

But Yang Ming encountered a new trouble in the New York Temple.

　When I came to work in the morning, because the weather has recently turned warm, I was wearing single clothes, and now it is snowing outside... so much snow!

　　It's the kind of snowflakes that are rolling in my sight. I can't think of any adjectives to describe this snow, because my mind is almost frozen!

　　Now I can only say that with the strong wind, the snowflakes that exist at the same time per cubic meter are much denser than the heavy snow that I have seen before. Will I freeze to death after get off work?Do you have recommended tickets and favorites?can warm my heart

　　


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