Chapter 1797 Small Times

What will the life of an adventurer be like?

In fairy tales, a group of strong men with different characteristics come together by chance, embark on a journey happily, experience some stories with tears and laughter, and finally achieve an epic.

In real life, adventures are full of stinky streets and hotels, trivial commissions, extremely unstable lives where income and expenditure cannot be balanced, and most novices are injured and disabled during the period and then waste half of their lives in regretful life.

"Really? Is it so miserable?"

"Really? In my hometown, according to statistics ten years ago, the one-year survival rate of newcomers is less than one-third. To be precise, half of the first batch of screening may die, and those who can work for ten years are the best of the 10%."

Facing the young man with a terrified face, Lu Ping'an happily passed on his experience as a senior.

What he said was true, but it was in another world, which was enough to scare the cats and dogs in front of him so much that their hair stood on end and they trembled all over.

"Meow! Lu Ping'an, don't destroy the newcomer's dream meow!!"

Always being bitten on the head by cats, Lu Ping'an still spread his past battle experiences with great interest, such as the endless escape in the dark night, the battle of gods brought by the falling stars, and the hunting of dragons and gods in the depths of the ocean

"Hmph! I understand! Big brother, you are talking nonsense!"

The little boy who looks a bit like a dog finally realized that he was fooled.

"Haha, what I said is true, but it's not in this world, maybe in a dream world."

Here is an oasis in the wilderness, with a few tents scattered by the lake.

There is a bright moon in the sky, and even the night wind is not cold. There are not many people staying at the transfer station not far from Silla City.

Lu Ping'an and his group, who are sitting around the fire by the lake, look very young, but they are obviously veterans in all aspects.

"They dare to walk at night!"

The outsiders who arrived at the oasis in the middle of the night, although they looked a little strange and young, were obviously powerful in all aspects, so they were naturally remembered by more people.

After setting up camp, a team of young people came over on their own initiative. They were out for the first time to explore, and they also came to inquire about the news and learn a little from their predecessors.

However, Lu Ping'an, who was asked by his juniors for the first time about adventure management, was in a really good mood and was very happy to tell some real adventure stories.

That is, it sounds too fantasy, but it seems to be a lie to children.

"Haha, I'm telling the truth. Adventure and fighting are not as beautiful as you think. Those poetry heroes you talked about are lucky ones who are one in a million."

Lu Ping'an knew that what he said was useless, but looking at the cute furry ones, he still said a few more words.

Sitting by the campfire, a team of four came to ask questions on their own initiative.

A pair of dog-men siblings, who seemed to be thieves with light armor, listened to Lu Ping'an's story with fascination, and were obviously simple newcomers.

A little further away, there was a female rabbit who looked at Lu Ping'an's team from time to time. There were actually some stars in her eyes, and she looked like a rare minority.

The last one had already fallen asleep by the fire. It was a tall ape-man, and it was said that his vision was not very good at night.

Looking at this team that was chatting quietly from time to time, Lu Ping'an was a little surprised.

He had seen many sub-human races along the way. The largest number were reptiles, canines, cats, and rabbits, which were obviously more fertile, but if you break it down, they were very different from body shape to fur color.

However, there was obviously no racial discrimination and division.

"Our village? Everyone is poor, all the same, you are right, it is quite dangerous to go out and take risks, but you can earn a lot."

An old hand like Lu Ping'an easily found out a lot of news.

For example, the local sub-human races seemed to have a common ancestor or mixed blood too many times. Looking at each independent race, they are actually "one clan".

They are not like the creatures on Earth, where the mother and father each produce a gene, and then piece together a complete gene chain to "create humans".

Then, the gene chain cannot be lost, and there is natural reproductive isolation from other life.

The creatures here are more like those gene modules. Even if the dragon people and rabbit people have offspring, they will not be half rabbit and half dragon people, but one of them will come out randomly.

Such reproduction is not stable. The offspring of the rabbit people with a dragon father, even if they give birth to another rabbit person, there is a small chance that the hidden ancestral gene will be activated and the offspring of the dragon people will be obtained.

In this way, a family with blood connection may have four members and four sub-humans. Naturally, their society cannot form the so-called racial concept.

"It's a pity that there are no strong ancestors in my last two generations. I am still a small dog."

The younger brother who looks no more than fourteen years old can go out for adventures and is actually an adult.

But I'm afraid he will be like this all his life. .

His sister looks younger than him. Although he is ecstatic about some lives, it may not be a good thing for him.

Although this is a wealthy world, looking at the productivity that is not as good as that of the Middle Ages, it seems to be hard to live a good life.

"Well, if they go to Earth to work in some service industries, they will probably make a lot of money. Otherwise, I will write a report to protect their basic human rights."

Lu Ping'an has been daydreaming and thinking too far ahead.

In the mouths of these "children", their hometown has nothing but a lot of people.

After all, the earth is so generous that no one can starve to death even if they are picking fruits. There is always enough labor, so they give birth to children when they have nothing to do, and the more they give birth, the more they spread.

I can still live in my hometown, but there is nothing.

“Is there no text?”

Lu Ping'an noticed that the brothers and sisters in the team in front of him really had never read any books.

Words and pictures are two completely different concepts. They are information themselves, but they can also be the carrier of information.

A simple identification of something can be done with a picture, even more vividly, but with more complex information, it becomes quite difficult.

Only with writing can we have a history that can be easily recorded. With a long enough history, all kinds of crafts, politics, and culture can be gradually accumulated.

"There are paintings but no words. It is clear that there is a 'language' but no corresponding words. It doesn't look like a natural phenomenon."

Lu Ping'an was not in a hurry to "invent writing and movable type printing". After experiencing so many worlds, he knew that many phenomena that seemed unreasonable and abnormal in the world actually had local causes.

If he messed around casually, he might cause big trouble, and he needed to know the reason now.

"Well, if you have a book, you can easily check the reason."

Lu Ping'an, who was stuck in a dilemma without chickens and eggs, sighed helplessly. In this world without written records and civilization, where should he start to investigate?

"Ask the old people. They have lived a long time, so they naturally know a lot."

But the young lady now said it directly.

Lu Ping'an smiled slightly and did not take it seriously. The life span of local Asians is actually short. Even if the old man without written records knows more, he is destined to be limited.

"Long, just look for the old dragon. They have lived for many, many years."

But the little guy came up with an answer that seemed interesting.