Chapter 46: Chapter 40: Rebuilding a Sandbox World
Fu Qingjun returned to the room, it was already past seven.
The sky was completely bright.
He rearranged his clothes, sat on a chair, counted the silver pounds he had obtained, and put them away.
"Now I’m rich, for a while, at least the basic living problems are definitely not an issue." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "Also, I need to supplement my nutrition."
Counting today, it has been five days since he arrived in this world, eating nothing but white rice.
The nutritional imbalance was already making him feel exhausted and weak, not to mention he still needed to practice martial arts.
"I can’t go on like this, I need to improve my diet!"
Previously, he ate simply, with just white rice, because he didn’t dare to go out for a meal, as the slightest mistake could get him killed, the risk was too high.
But now he’s somewhat solved the body size issue, so he should be able to pull off the deception.
After all, although he wasn’t known to Fu Qingjun, when he just faced Naxika, the other party didn’t feel anything unusual, which meant his height-increasing shoes and black silk muscles seemed completely normal for a martial artist, although his face was still youthful.
Moreover, his hair’s strength has increased, appearing more powerful, completely eliminating any discordance.
"Still need to get a table."
Fu Qingjun planned to wait until Xiaolaba came over to solve this issue.
As for whether Jiaxia had returned to the distant past, Fu Qingjun didn’t dare to assert it.
Because these ancient myths and legends of Nibiru and Anunnaki did indeed exist, and what’s in front of him are just traces... Whether they truly crossed time and space to establish a prehistoric mythical civilization in the ancient times is unknown.
He directly studied the ancient ship, its sails were completely broken and vanished without a trace,
"The anchor is for locating the Parallel World, the sails, are to cross the past?"
"But, the anchor can be used repeatedly, anchoring a route... but the sails are one-time use, they just disappeared?"
He kept speculating, this ancient ship was truly terrifying, sailing through the multiverse, navigating the eternal timeline.
If that’s really the case, then it was a huge loss.
That was an incredibly important one-time trump card!
He had inexplicably opened it and directly used it.
"If I find the lost sails, can I reattach them..."
Fu Qingjun pondered wildly, frowning, "However, if the guess is true! With the sails broken, they likely followed Jiaxia back to the remote prehistoric past... how can I find it in this era? By searching ancient ruins, artifacts, going to museums... tiny sails the size of a toothpick? Or perhaps a staff wrapped in cloth?"
"Is there something similar to a staff in ancient mythology?"
Fu Qingjun’s head was spinning with ideas!
A real strategic loss!
No matter where Jiaxia went, Fu Qingjun knew that a permanent sail loss wasn’t a good thing, it was his trump card!
"Forget it, thinking too much is useless, strengthening oneself is the real path." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, considering that five days had passed, he wondered about the doomsday in the other world.
Although these few days were exciting enough on his side, he should go take a look.
After all, several days in a doomsday wasteland, a fight for survival, surely it was exciting over there too, right?
He quickly set his target:
Rebuild the sandbox world, then directly send an expedition to explore the doomsday wasteland!
"Master, Second Master, hold on, I’m coming..."
After all, the race had already developed into a second echelon, no longer ordinary mortal ants, the foundation of a strong race was still there, repopulation would quickly restore their prime.
He continuously affirmed in his heart, his emotions surging, "This is simply a snowball effect! As long as I edit the soul combinations to evolve more powerful demon races, their civilization flourishes, more strong individuals arise, and similar fallen gods and demons, the recycling of dead souls would be earth-shattering..."
"Unfortunately, I’ve increased a second time, but my mind is still insufficient, only able to spray out small ants... what if it were large animals!"
Wouldn’t he be able to build a truly normal biological Demon Country?
A truly large-scale extraordinary, magical, xianxia, world?
"Forget it, with a lack of wit, start small first." He reorganized his thoughts but wasn’t in a rush, beginning to gather the hair that had shed all over the ground,
"Though the second generation of hair has grown, the first generation shouldn’t be wasted, weave them into a carpet to place under the table."
Previously, there were loopholes where they could escape the table’s sandbox.
It was only due to Jiaxia’s restrictions that restrained them, causing other creatures to have no ambition to escape.
"But times are different, I should constrain them myself." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "Then, wrap wires with the hair, surrounding a protective net on all sides."
Fu Qingjun discovered that after his evolution, the suction power of his hair was even stronger!
He could retrieve his soul from a distance.
Now, as long as they were woven into a web, as long as they got close, they could absorb the souls of his followers.
"That way, a world barrier is formed with the hair! Inside, encasing an Extraordinary World!"
"This is to prevent flying species!"
"After all, merged with chickens, ducks... even if they couldn’t fly, for these extraordinary creatures, jumping out of the world like fleas is quite possible."
"Unless it’s a human wave tactic, with massive deaths, filling the entire hair web with souls, only then would it be immovable, only then would there be a chance to reach the outside... But the massive soul storage connected to the dense carpet on the ground makes it quite difficult to fill."
Fu Qingjun kept organizing his thoughts, like knitting yarn, sitting on the table, weaving the hair.
Rustle—
The hair moved on its own without wind.
Interweaving in the air, appearing incredibly eerie and terrifying.
He himself didn’t know what was happening, but in any case, the extended Spiritual Power hair rooted in his brain developed into this, showcasing a variety of special abilities, it was quite incredible.
"It’s done."
A moment later, Fu Qingjun looked at the framework he had just redone, feeling satisfied.
At this point, calculating the time, Xiaolaba should be working now, eating noodles downstairs, he shook the bell at the window, calling Xiaolaba.
"Eh?" Xiaolaba went upstairs, seeing that Brother Fu wasn’t just poking his head out this time, but was standing outside the door.
She looked at Brother Fu’s muscles and physique, feeling something was a bit off, seemed more perfectly shaped?
"Brother Fu, why... right, still in seclusion cultivation? What exactly do you do alone in the room, isn’t it boring?" Xiaolaba, with her long reaction time, now felt truly puzzled.
"Not bad, I need a table." Fu Qingjun didn’t wait for her complaints, directly threw ten silver pounds at her, "Woman! This is for expenses, go eat and drink your fill."
"Yay!"
Xiaolaba’s face instantly beamed with a smile.