When Sui Xiong arrived, it was the middle of winter. It was freezing cold, and the vast fields were covered with thick snow.
There was a lot of snow this year, which made the farmers a little worried. Although it was said that a good snow foretold a good year, it was a good thing that the snow in the fields was thicker. On the one hand, it was not easy to have a drought in spring. On the other hand, the snow was thick in winter, and there were fewer insects in spring. However, it felt a little abnormal that the snow was so thick this year.
For ordinary people, abnormal was mostly a bad thing.
Sui Xiong didn't know about this. Although he had some contact with agriculture because of his relationship with Krieg, the Duchy of Thunder was located in the south. There was at most one or two light snowfalls a year, and the snow often melted in a few days. It was impossible to use agricultural knowledge about "snow", so he knew nothing about it. Even when flying in the sky and looking at the snow-covered farmland, he couldn't help but praise, "Good snow in a good year." Although after praising, he couldn't help but wonder where he had heard this poem? He always felt that the level of this poem was about the same as his. There shouldn't be an ancient poet who wrote such a bad poem, and it could actually be passed down to future generations …
"Uh, probably someone in the guild talked about it while chatting. I remember that web novelist often complaining that any Tom, Dick, or Harry could be considered a poet in this era, and that none of them could write as well as him. He even listed some award-winning author's poetry collection — maybe it was one of them? "
This was obviously a subtle mistake. The original author of the poem was actually very good, but the poem itself was deliberately written in a coarse way.
Sui Xiong certainly couldn't know this, just as he didn't know what impact snow would have on agriculture.
Although the God of Agriculture, Damwade, was his subordinate, he really didn't ask Damwade to learn about this in detail.
On the one hand, he was not interested, and on the other hand, it was not necessary.
As the boss, he only needed to be able to grasp the direction of the whole team. As for the specific affairs, Sui Xiong remembered a warning on the Internet: It was said that the most capable person in ancient times was Zhuge Liang, who took care of everything and was almost omnipotent. Then he became sick from overwork and died of exhaustion. Are you very capable? How are you compared to Zhuge Liang?
Although it was said that a coder who died of overwork could enjoy 72 Yui Arigaki's dance partners in paradise, and no one would ever ask him for a variety of work requirements, Sui Xiong, who actually ran a paradise, felt that it was all nonsense!
72 Yui Arigaki dancers? Stop f * cking daydreaming, okay?! Seventy-two buckets of different flavors of instant noodles for you, eat as much as you want …
Thinking of this, Sui Xiong could not help but doubt whether he was a competent "God" or not.
According to the settings of the original game, Heaven was warm, peaceful, free of pain and sorrow, abundant in resources, and stable in life. There was no crime or strife, and the good people who died could enjoy an eternal and peaceful life here. Sui Xiong was confident that he could do these things, but many of his believers did not need or did not like such a life. For example, some believers said that they liked the cold weather, and it would be best if it was very cold but not frostbite. Some believers wanted to have enemies to fight with because they were bored. Some believers always talked about finding some work and hated the life of freeloading. Sui Xiong had repeatedly modified the Holy Kingdom and used the high-end technology that the Goddess of Joy had taught him to barely meet their needs.
However, this also made his Divine Kingdom very complicated. It was like a certain cartoon he had seen when he was young. Layers upon layers of worlds overlapped, from top to bottom, there were all kinds of climates and environments, enough to satisfy the needs of all kinds of believers.
Not only that, in these overlapping worlds, some could be used for other purposes. For example, the top floor of the Holy Kingdom of the Barbarian God System and the Joint Conference Hall of the Void God System, the core layer used to store the "game console," the bottom floor used for the living and training of oracles, and so on.
Every layer of the world ingeniously used the power of the Space Field, making it much larger than it looked. The only exception was the top floor, because the space expanded by the power of the Space Field was meaningless to the gods, so Sui Xiong was happy to save trouble.
Playing with the technology of space with the gods was really a very boring thing. As long as they were not suppressed by the divine power, even gods like Javier, who were not good at fighting, could change their size at will. Whether it was an elephant or a mosquito, a giant beast that could swallow several elephants, or a small insect that could dance in the cilia on the mosquito's legs, they were all effortless to him. If it was someone as strong as Sui Xiong and Yorgaardman, they could even become bigger than a star, or even bigger than some slightly smaller planes. As for things as small as a virus, it was not a problem for them to become as small as a virus.
However, like some fantasy novels where there was no limit to the upgrade, or even to the metaphysical level, a look could collapse all the worlds, or be omnipresent in the past and future, these were beyond their ability. Even Yorgaardman was at a loss about these things and did not know how to do it. In his opinion, probably even the Master of Order could not do this kind of thing.
The height of fantasy could never be reached in reality. Because when the level of reality improved, the level of fantasy would also improve, and it would always be a higher level.
Of course, the situation of "fantasy walking into reality" also happened from time to time. For example, the game center of the Void Mask Temple in Gars City was a place where fantasy walked into reality.
There were dozens of different sets of game equipment, from the simple "Adventures of New Adventurers" to the more complicated "Legend of the Mercenaries" to the most advanced "Infinite Horror". Every game was full of users who wanted to experience it.
At the gate of the game center, there were two clergymen who were responsible for registering the reservation list. Players who wanted to experience it had to make a reservation within three days before they could enjoy the game. In fact, people who wanted to play generally had to line up more than three days in advance, especially for that "Infinite Horror". At its worst, there were even thousands of people lining up in the middle of the night. Even though now the cold made many people retreat, there were still dozens of people lining up here.
Some of them even came yesterday evening and had been waiting in the cold streets for a whole night. And what they could get was the opportunity to play the game three days later.
There was no other way, because there were only 20 sets of game equipment for "Infinite Horror". If it were not for the fact that each person could only experience it once every ten days, perhaps some people would run to the gate to line up after each game.
Looking at the long line, Sui Xiong could not help but laugh.
Unconsciously, he had actually created a group of people in this world who were "addicted to games".
But he did not know if there would be a wild Professor Yang in this world, shouting, "Child, you need electrotherapy" …
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