Chapter 384: Low-Dimensional People Liberated by Thought

This is the MC world that Mo Qiong once created with games. It carries countless living people who moved from a fragile and vulnerable alien world.

They improved this world and created countless new items, making the number of square items here less and less.

Three years have passed, and these low-dimensional people have lived here and have completely adapted to and integrated into this place.

It seems that because of the addition of low-dimensional people and a large number of low-dimensional items, this world still exists objectively after the server is shut down, and it is no longer just a game.

Opening the game to read the archive seems to just open a window to peek into that world.

Of course, the original game functions are still there, but some rules that were not envisioned in the original game have been filled in by low-dimensional people.

This is a world that adapts to the dual rules of reality and games.

"Well... this is the mage following Farol. By the way, it should be called a Fangist now." Mo Qiong hit one of the earliest Fangists.

At this moment, he has already connected with the other party's spirit.

Because he knows that his mental power is particularly concentrated, he only releases the minimum mental power he can release.

With such little spiritual power, he couldn't communicate with people on Earth, but at this moment, under Mo Qiong's absolute hit, he forced his way across time and space and shot into this cube world.

The low-dimensional person he connected to had no ability to resist at all. Even at the moment of connection, Mo Qiong felt that he had taken over everything about this person.

All his memories were known to Mo Qiong, and all his movements and senses were controlled by Mo Qiong's will. It was a very wonderful mind control.

"Sure enough, the low-dimensional person is too weak, so weak that even if I have a little spiritual power, it will show great power."

"Possessed?"

"No, his stream of consciousness still exists."

Mo Qiong could feel the other party's stream of consciousness, but it was too small to be noticed without careful feeling.

The low-dimensional person was so fragile that even Mo Qiong's minimal spiritual power was thousands of times more magnificent than the other party, suppressing his thoughts and consciousness.

His self was shrinking in the corner of his mind, trembling.

"Who are you?" The Fang scholar asked in horror.

He could feel a boundless consciousness that broke into his defenses from nowhere with an unstoppable momentum.

"I..." Mo Qiong was about to answer.

He found that the other party's fragile consciousness suddenly collapsed and howled: "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

From the mental sensor, Mo Qiong could feel his crazy and hysterical wails, and his memories and thoughts were dispersed by a huge data stream, becoming messy and illogical.

The tiny mind was defeated by a word that filled it: I.

Crazy... This Fang scholar was driven crazy by Mo Qiong's one word.

It seems that because the gap is too big, no matter what feelings or meanings Mo Qiong's mental connection conveys, even a word is a super-high concentration and compressed data torrent for him.

His consciousness cannot bear the huge amount of information contained in this word, and it collapses directly, becoming a thing without reason.

"Fuck, sorry." Mo Qiong found that he was fine when he first connected, and thought he could bear it.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that it was because he didn't send a message, and the other party went crazy as soon as he sent a word.

Feeling the chaotic and illogical experience that kept coming from the fragile mind, Mo Qiong wanted to try to fix him.

But it obviously failed. Mo Qiong didn't know how to fix it at all. In the end, he could only block the stream of consciousness that had become a mess of garbled code.

Although the mind collapsed, the body was still fine. Mo Qiong's spiritual power came to this world, and nothing could hurt anything except other people's consciousness.

Controlling the other party's body, walking on the bustling street, he soon found a group of NPCs he had established that year.

These NPCs can continuously take out goods to sell to low-dimensional people, and now they have been worshipped like statues.

This square in the past has now become a temple.

"My AFK Lightforged Draenei is still here." Walking into the temple, Mo Qiong saw his AFK game character.

This game character was obviously regarded as the incarnation of the God of Creation and was worshipped at the highest place.

After walking for a while, Mo Qiong found the first Sanctuary Mage who summarized Fangxue that year, Farol, behind the temple.

Of course, he is no longer a Mage Saint, but a Fang Saint.

At this moment, Farol was in a room piled with various books, fiddling with something on the table inside.

"Hey, enchanting!" Moqiong laughed.

"Ellie, you're here, take a look at my latest redstone printing press." Farol turned around and saw Moqiong and said.

Moqiong is now controlling the body of the low-dimensional man Ellie. If he speaks with this body, there will be no embarrassing situation with too much information.

The huge data torrent is only when Moqiong speaks directly with the low-dimensional spirit.

Moqiong walked over and saw that Farol had made an exquisite half-human-high printing press, powered by redstone, which automatically engraved and printed runes and text.

It can be used to produce newspapers, magic books, Fangxue works, and print runes.

Moqiong, who is proficient in mechanical engineering, can't understand some places. There are not only natural sciences here, but also unscientific places, but the level of natural science alone is no less than the industrial level of the last century.

"Well done, your era has begun to move forward. Create whatever life needs, keep exploring the unknown, pursue new things, and make progress forever." Mo Qiong smiled.

The low-dimensional people who used to be in their own world fell into an eternal era cycle, wandering for thousands of years in an era where there was no progress in society.

Things like printing and assembly line production that can be thought of with a little thought, no one has thought about them for thousands of years.

The dark age was extended infinitely, and there was no progress for thousands of years, and even regression. The descendants were not as good as the ancients, and everything was good in ancient times. This is absolutely abnormal.

Although their original wisdom is still high-level wisdom, Mo Qiong can still evaluate it as waste.

But now it is different. Three years ago, Mo Qiong brought them to the MC world he created and gave them pure and free time to develop. The low-dimensional people broke away from the original world and immediately entered a big explosion of thoughts.

Countless concepts that could never be thought of before emerged one after another, and tens of millions of people, even if only one percent, put forward new ideas and said things that had never been said before. Then countless people like this will push the whole society forward. Low-dimensional people are like wild horses that have let go of their reins, and they are developing wildly in the free world.

Farol looked at Moqiong in confusion, thinking that he spoke strangely.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you speak strangely?" Farol asked.

"I'm not Eli, he... has gone crazy because of direct communication with me. I'll try to revive him and see if I can fix him." Moqiong said.

Farol looked at Moqiong in confusion and said, "Wait a minute, resurrection? What are you talking about?"

Back then, he coveted the resurrection artifact and led people to kill the incarnation of the God of Creation. As a result, countless great wizards and an army were sanctioned by a small water element summoned by the incarnation.

Resurrection is a power that they can't research no matter what. This is almost the iconic ability of the God of Creation.

Moqiong didn't explain, and directly sent out another ray of mental power to connect with Farol's consciousness.

Immediately, he took over Farol's body again and read all his memories.

Farol's consciousness was squeezed on the edge of the vast spiritual ocean, and he was extremely terrified. Fortunately, Mo Qiong did nothing and disconnected without saying a word.

"Ah! You... you are... the God of Creation?" Farol's body softened and he lay on the ground in horror. He had never experienced such a terrible will.

It was no longer powerful and terrifying. It was not in the same dimension at all.

Combined with what Mo Qiong had said through Eli before, Farol immediately reacted.

The God of Creation came again.

"You... are excellent." Mo Qiong digested Farol's memory and instantly learned all the other party's knowledge.

Although most of this knowledge is useless on Earth, the thinking mode of a magic saint and the first great scholar in history is of great benefit to Mo Qiong.

Although the memory of more than 50 years is huge, it did not cause any impact on Mo Qiong's self, including Eli's previous memory. Their spirit could not hurt Mo Qiong.

When Mo Qiong faced them, it was like an incredibly powerful psychic who easily stripped away the meaningless memories and useless dregs, leaving only the essence.

Farol is a very good person. He was a rare figure in the original world. After coming here, he got rid of the shackles of the past world and made great strides in progress and growth.

His pioneering thinking, the perspective of thinking about problems, and the flashes of wisdom when studying everything are all helpful to Mo Qiong.

Knowledge is useless, but the method of exploring knowledge is very useful.

"It's like integrating the wisdom of others. Other people's stones can be used to polish jade and verify other people's thoughts. I feel that I have a lot more perspectives on looking at problems." Mo Qiong smiled with satisfaction. That's enough. He doesn't expect more from these low-dimensional people.

It is also very important for members to reduce their own blind spots in thinking.

By integrating the wisdom of more and more low-dimensional people, Mo Qiong will be able to find a way to deal with unknown containment faster and more accurately.

In addition, not all knowledge is useless. In the past, Mo Qiong downloaded a large number of books from the Internet and gave them to low-dimensional people to learn. Art accounted for the majority because it is universal. The second is mathematics, which is also universal. Finally, there are various other kinds of knowledge and technology, which are very diverse, so diverse that even the members of the Blue and White Society cannot learn them all.

But the low-dimensional people learned very well, and there is strength in numbers. Once the mental power is shared, it is equivalent to helping Mo Qiong learn directly.

"Bring all those who have seriously studied the knowledge I taught." Mo Qiong said.

"This... is too much, God." Farol said.

Mo Qiong smiled and said, "You can select the best 100 people among them, right?"

"Yes... yes, I'll go now." Farol immediately flew out of the temple.

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P.S.: Sorry.