This was the MC world that Mo Qiong had once created using the game. It carried countless living people who had migrated from a weak and vulnerable world.
They improved this world and created countless new items, causing the items that were still in the cube to become fewer and fewer.
Three years had passed, and these low-dimensional people had completely adapted and integrated into this place.
It seemed that because of the addition of low-dimensional people and a large number of low-dimensional items, this world still existed objectively even after the server was shut down. It was no longer purely a game.
Opening the game and reading the save seemed to only open a window to peek into that world.
Of course, the original game functions were still there, but some rules that the original game did not envision were brought in by the low-dimensional people.
This was a world that had adapted to the dual rules of reality and the game.
"Hmm … This is the wizard who followed behind Farlor. Right, he should be called a mathematician now." Mo Qiong had hit one of the earliest mathematicians.
At this moment, he had already connected with the other party mentally.
Because he knew that his spiritual power was especially focused, he only released the minimum amount of spiritual power he could release.
With so little spiritual power, it was impossible to communicate with people on Earth. However, at this moment, under Mo Qiong's absolute hit, he forcefully crossed time and space and shot into this cube world.
The low-dimensional person he connected with had no ability to resist at all. The moment they connected, Mo Qiong felt that he had taken over everything of this person.
All of his memories were obtained by Mo Qiong, and all of his movements and senses were controlled by Mo Qiong's will. This was a very strange kind of mind control.
"As expected, low-dimensional people are too weak. They are so weak that even a little bit of my spiritual power can display great power."
"Has he been possessed?"
"No, his stream of consciousness still exists."
Mo Qiong could feel the other party's stream of consciousness, but it was too small. If he did not sense it carefully, he would not be able to detect it.
Low-dimensional people were really too weak. They were so weak that Mo Qiong's minimal spiritual power was thousands of times more majestic than the other party's, firmly suppressing the other party's thoughts and consciousness.
His ego was shrinking in the corner of his thoughts, trembling.
"Who are you?" The mathematician's consciousness asked in horror.
He could feel a vast and boundless consciousness, with an unstoppable momentum, breaking into the defenses of his heart from who knows where.
"I …" Mo Qiong was about to answer.
He realized that the other party's weak consciousness suddenly broke down and howled, "Ahhhhhh!"
From the spiritual transmission, Mo Qiong could feel his crazy and hysterical howls. His memories and thoughts were scattered by a huge stream of data, becoming chaotic and illogical.
His tiny mind was crushed by a single word that filled his mind: I.
Crazy … This mathematician was driven crazy by Mo Qiong's one word.
Perhaps because the difference between them was too great, no matter what feelings or thoughts Mo Qiong conveyed through their spiritual connection, even if it was just a single word, it was just a torrent of highly compressed data to him.
Its consciousness was unable to withstand the enormous amount of information contained in this single word. It immediately collapsed and became a mindless object.
"F * ck, I'm sorry." Mo Qiong tried to contact him at first and found that he was fine. He thought he could bear it.
He didn't expect that it was because he didn't send a message. The moment he sent a word, the other party went crazy.
Sensing the chaotic and illogical experiences coming from that fragile mind, Mo Qiong wanted to try and fix him.
However, it had obviously failed. Mo Qiong did not know how to fix it at all. In the end, he could only block the stream of consciousness that had already become a mess.
Although his mind had broken down, his body was still fine. Mo Qiong's spiritual power came to this world. Apart from other people's consciousness, nothing else could hurt him.
Controlling the other party's body, he walked on the busy street and quickly found the group of NPCs he had set up back then.
These NPCs could sell goods to low-dimensional people endlessly. They were now worshipped like statues.
The square of the past had now become a temple.
"My Light Cast Draenei is still here." Walking into the temple, Mo Qiong saw his game character that was still in the game.
This game character was obviously worshipped at the highest place as the incarnation of the God of Creation.
After walking for a while, Mo Qiong found Faror, the first Sanctuary Master to summarize the knowledge of magic, behind the temple.
Of course, he was no longer a Warlock Saint, but a Saint Fang.
Faror was in a room piled up with all kinds of books. He was fiddling with something on the table.
"Yo, enchantment!" Mo Qiong laughed.
Faror looked back at Mo Qiong and said, "Eli, you're here. Take a look at my latest Redstone printing machine."
Mo Qiong was now controlling the body of the low-dimensional person, Eli. Using this body to speak, there wouldn't be any awkward situations where there was too much information.
A huge flood of data would only appear when Mo Qiong's main body was directly connected to the low-dimensional person's mind.
Mo Qiong walked over to take a look. Faror had made an exquisite printing machine that was half the height of a person. Powered by Redstone, it automatically engraved runes and words.
It could be used to produce newspapers, magic books, books on magic, and printing runes.
Even Mo Qiong, who was proficient in mechanical engineering, couldn't understand some parts. There were not only natural science but also unscientific parts. However, just the natural science part alone was no less than the industrial level of the last century.
"Well done. Your era has begun to move forward. Create what you need in life. Keep exploring the unknown, pursue new things, and progress forever." Mo Qiong laughed.
The low-dimensional people in their own world had fallen into an eternal cycle of time. They had wandered for thousands of years in an era where there was no progress in society.
Things like printing and assembly line production, which could be easily thought of, had not been thought of for thousands of years.
The dark era was infinitely prolonged. There was no progress for thousands of years, and it was even regressing. The later generations couldn't compare to the ancients. Everything was better than the ancients. This was definitely abnormal.
Although their original intelligence was still high, Mo Qiong could still call them trash.
However, it was different now. Three years ago, Mo Qiong brought them to the MC world he had created and gave them pure freedom to develop. The low-dimensional people left their original world and immediately entered a huge explosion of ideas.
Countless concepts that they couldn't think of in the past popped up one after another. Even if only one percent of the tens of millions of people came up with new ideas, they would say things that their predecessors had never said before. Then, countless people like this pushed the whole society forward. The low-dimensional people were like wild horses that had let go of the reins, developing wildly in the free world.
Faror looked at Mo Qiong in confusion. He felt that his words were strange.
"What's wrong? Why are you speaking so strangely? "Faror asked.
"I'm not Eli. He … went crazy because he communicated with me directly. I'll try to revive him later," Mo Qiong said.
Faror looked at Mo Qiong in confusion. "Wait a minute, revive? What are you talking about? "
Back then, he had coveted the divine item and brought people to kill the avatar of the God of Creation. In the end, countless archmages and an army were punished by a small water elemental summoned by the avatar.
Revival was a power that they couldn't research no matter what. It was almost a signature ability of the God of Creation.
Mo Qiong didn't explain and directly sent out a wisp of mental power to connect with Faror's consciousness.
He immediately took over Faror's body and read all of his memories.
Faror's consciousness was squeezed to the edge of the vast sea of consciousness and was extremely frightened. Fortunately, Mo Qiong didn't do anything and cut off the connection without saying a word.
"Ah! You … you're … the God of Creation? "Faror's body went soft and he lay on the ground in horror. He had never experienced such a terrifying will.
It couldn't be described as powerful or terrifying. They weren't even in the same dimension.
Combined with what Mo Qiong had said through Eli's mouth, Faror immediately understood.
The God of Creation had returned.
"You … are very outstanding." Mo Qiong digested Faror's memories and instantly gained all of his knowledge.
Although most of this knowledge was useless on Earth, the mindset of a mage saint and the first great scholar in history was very beneficial to Mo Qiong.
Fifty years of memories, although enormous, didn't cause much of an impact on Mo Qiong's ego. It was the same for Eli's memories. Their minds couldn't harm Mo Qiong.
Mo Qiong was like an unbelievably powerful mind master when facing them. He easily stripped away the meaningless memories and useless dross, leaving only the essence.
Faror was an outstanding person. In his original world, he was already a rare character. After coming here, he broke free of the shackles of the past and made great strides in his growth.
The groundbreaking thinking, the perspective of thinking, and the flash of wisdom that burst forth when studying all things were helpful to Mo Qiong.
Knowledge was useless, but the way to explore knowledge was very useful.
"It's as if I've fused with the wisdom of others. Stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade and corroborate the thoughts of others. I feel like I have many more angles of observation to look at problems." Mo Qiong smiled in satisfaction. That was enough. He didn't expect to ask for more from these low-dimensional people.
It was also important for the members to have fewer blind spots in their thinking.
As more and more low-dimensional people fused with their wisdom, Mo Qiong would be able to find a way to deal with unknown anomalies more quickly and accurately.
In addition, it wasn't all useless knowledge. In the past, Mo Qiong had downloaded a large number of books from the Internet for the low-dimensional people to learn. Most of them were about art because it was universal. Next was mathematics, which was also universal. Finally, there were all kinds of knowledge and technology. It was very complicated, so complicated that even the members of the Blue and White Society couldn't learn everything.
However, the low-dimensional people learned it very well. There was strength in numbers, and they shared all of their mental power, which was equivalent to helping Mo Qiong learn.
"Bring everyone who has seriously studied the knowledge I imparted here," Mo Qiong said.
"That's … too many, God," Faror said.
Mo Qiong smiled. "You can choose the best hundred of them, right?"
"Yes … yes, I'll go now." Faror immediately flew out of the temple.
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