Low Dimensional Game

It is so rare to have such a protagonist with a normal EQ and IQ. The Imperial Journey and the Epic Battle are my two favorite wars. I feel like I am immersed in the scene with the words, and I am shocked and moved. When I first saw that the protagonist wanted to artificially create a human being, I felt an anger that the word "human" was being blasphemed. However, I found out that the author used a monkey, and all the discomfort of reading disappeared. Well, I have more empathy for people from beginning to end, but not for cats, dogs, and monkeys. The protagonist also fell in love several times, but all of them broke up. Finally, I read a more realistic book. The female strangers in it were both normal and normal people who were not desperate for life. Looking back further, the messengers of Wind Crow and Boer, the lioness Weir and the protagonist are all small things. The picture is gradually perfected and unfolded, ordinary but not ordinary, ordinary but not ordinary. The insect mother who may fall into a low dimension or leap into a high dimension, the first fish-man to open his eyes, the exploration of the future universe, the conjecture of silicon-based civilization... Is there any unknown character like the protagonist in the earth world? How many are there? Are they enemies or friends? The origin of the Qiankun Diagram... Really looking forward to the rest of the story!

Author, stallion? I won't watch it if it's a stallion.

I read low-dimensional games intermittently. During this period, I also read some novels from other major god streams (creator mainstream? Behind the scenes master stream?). The current trend in these novels is to defeat monsters and upgrade to receive rewards To be honest, it's a bit vulgar Low-dimensional games have become a development model of common growth and inclusiveness. Outside the protagonist, passers-by have their own ideas and development directions Compared with Xiaobai's background plate-style portrayal, they are all a foil The protagonist pretends to be awesome. This model of using a supporting actor to advance the development of the story is obviously more realistic and has a stronger sense of content conflict. It is well received and the author's writing style is also good. I think it will be a five-star reviewｸﾞｯ!(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧It's just a family opinion, I forgot to adopt it

This book gives me the feeling that the subject matter is very novel. The writing is passable and the experience is immersive. Many people said that the protagonist was a stallion at the beginning, well, you really didn't look at the back. It is human nature to find a woman and engage in physical transactions with her. You and I are willing to do it, and we don't have a partner, so there is no problem. It would be nice if the typos in this book were corrected. Personally, I think if the writing style was improved, this book would become a masterpiece. Well, I haven't read too much later, so don't rush to refute me.

There are never enough good books to read. Every time I come across a good book, I wonder why the author hasn't updated it yet. Because, no matter how many chapters the author updates in a day, we can always finish them in less time. But I always feel bored after reading a few chapters of a book I don't like! There is no pretentious plot in this book, but only the protagonist's continuous efforts to seek immortality. The author has good writing skills and the writing is very attractive. I like this similar protagonist. Hosting the author, I hope the author will work harder to update!

The subject matter of this book is novel, and the description of the development and war between different worlds is very interesting. I like it very much. It's a pity that Pig's Feet can't be felt in the book and it's true that he is not. The whole world revolves around him, and after three chapters, he was tired of leaving him. On the contrary, in the book, he makes people feel [wearing a halo of the protagonist on his head, and the halo effect is added to other people] Please accept the grievances and complaints from readers below. : Why is there no heroine? Why on earth... : Why do the protagonists and supporting characters feel the same? : There is too little description of the earth, and the hole you dug has not been filled. : Since the extra has nothing to do with the main character, you should write a new book.

Well, let me start by saying that raising all human beings is indeed better looking than yours. If I had seen yours first, maybe I would have favored yours. I say you are all half-measured, but that is the one I read first. That one is more real than yours. It's more perfect than you, and it updates faster than you. It's not like you who have a harem and think about us wholeheartedly, for us singles. So he defeated the low-dimensional game from every angle. And you have no right to say that he is just imitating you. Because those who imitate will not surpass the original! I'm not saying that you don't look good, but that it looks so good to raise all human beings. I can't stop watching it, I'm so drunk, I'm so drunk

Author, I first saw him having sex with a yoga teacher, and then you described it in your mind that it was normal for each other to get what they wanted, and you didn't describe in your mind that Pig's Foot was not giving up on himself because he didn't live long, but that was what he originally thought. So, do I think that Pig's Foot's wife and his girlfriends can also think the same way? When writing novels, readers should have a sense of involvement. When we see him saying that he is a scumbag in his heart, we will feel disgusted. Anyway, when I saw this, I felt that the pig's feet were sick. This is retribution. His girlfriend deserves to be dumped, and scumbags should be unlucky.

I was confused. The author said it was a girl at one moment and then said it was a son at another. Is it him or her?

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In the temple there was an old monk and a young monk. One day, the old monk said to the young monk: "There is not much food in the temple. You can go down the mountain and turn some rice back." The little monk nodded, picked up the bag and went down the mountain, and never came back. The old monk waited alone in the temple for a year. Finally he couldn't hold it any longer, so he put a lock on the temple door and went down the mountain to find the young monk. The old monk climbed over the mountain and came to a vast desert stretching in front of him. He chanted "Amitabha" and did not dare to go forward. At this time, a caravan came by. Knowing that the old monk was going to cross the desert, he generously allowed him to join the caravan and took him across the desert. The old monk was extremely grateful and thanked the owner of the caravan repeatedly. The owner of the caravan waved his hand to him and said, "You're welcome. Bandits are rampant in the desert. I don't know if we can cross safely. I heard that some thieves still believe in Buddhism and will take you to try their luck." The old monk followed the caravan into the desert. The food brought by the caravan was all dried meat and strong liquor. The old monk kept his posture upright, abstaining from alcohol or eating any meat. He only ate the water and dry food he brought with him. Everyone in the caravan said that he was a virtuous monk. When they were halfway through the eight hundred miles of yellow sand, the caravan was captured by thieves, and everyone in the caravan lay dead on the spot. When the old monk opened his eyes, he saw the shining tip of the knife. He shouted. The man holding the knife was stunned and called: "Master." The old monk is not dead. He is very lucky. The young monk he is looking for is among the thieves. He has become the leader and married a wife. When the old monk saw the young monk drinking and killing people, he couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "You are a Buddhist, how can you be so vicious? How can you indulge in greed like this?" The young monk replied: "Buddha is neither cruel nor evil, so why do you want the world to respect him and fear him? Buddha has no greed and desire, so why does he want to accept incense from the world?" The old monk was speechless. The old monk was speechless and stopped blaming him harshly. The young monk continued: "Master, in the past year, I have been away from the mountain and have not returned. I have experienced all kinds of things and tribulations. When I first came down from the mountain, I didn't know the depth of the desert, so I entered it alone. I collapsed from dehydration in less than two days. The person who rescued me was a woman. I didn't know at the time that she was the daughter of a thief. Later I saw her holding a sharp knife, killing people and stealing goods, and I was shocked. I tried my best to persuade her not to do evil things, but she said, these eight hundred miles of yellow sand cannot feed so many people. Some people want to survive, and some people have to die. Would you rather be the one who survives, or the one who dies? It's just that he never kills anyone. I watched them kill group after group of caravans, and I was attacked by groups of thieves. I just enjoy dry food and water with peace of mind, and do not eat dried meat or strong wine, thinking that I am maintaining my integrity. But one day she said to me: 'Do you think that just drinking water and eating only solid food makes you superior to us? Did you know that clean water is snatched from the mouths of dying people, and dry food is taken from the packages of struggling merchants? ' At that moment I was blushing. Later, I ate meat, drank wine, and killed people with a knife. Later, I even broke the precept and married her. After the death of the old leader, I was elected as the leader by the thieves, and killing and stealing became commonplace. " The old monk sighed after hearing this and advised the young monk to go back with him. The young monk shook his head and said, "I can't go back, Master. Besides, the land behind the temple can only keep us two from starving to death. If I don't go back, you can eat alone. If I go back, we can only starve together." The old monk said that if people who follow Buddhism have less materialistic desires, there will be no big problem. The young monk shook his head and said: "The ** is a very scary thing. I heard that there is a famous dish in the southeast. The fragrance floats ten miles away, making everyone salivate after hearing it. The Buddha couldn't bear the temptation and wanted to jump out of the wall, so it is called 'Buddha Jumps over the Wall'. You see, the Buddha also broke the precepts, let alone me?" The old monk said: "That is just a dish name after all. How does it mean that Buddha will really jump out of the wall? I will wait until the day you are willing to return to the mountain." So, the old monk followed the young monk all the time. He watched the young monk leading the thieves to attack the caravan. He stood in the distance and said nothing, only waiting for everyone to die and then went over to bury the bodies. At first the thieves laughed at him, but he treated them calmly and never refuted. Later, the thieves began to respect him and called him master like a young monk. They helped him bury his corpse and learned the scriptures about salvation. No matter how powerful the thieves are, they cannot roam the desert forever. After they robbed and killed a rich caravan, they were targeted by others, and several groups of thieves joined forces to kill them. They panicked and fled all the way. When they finally escaped into a grotto, only four people were left, including the young monk and the old monk. Just when they had no way out and were desperate, the grotto collapsed, blocking out the pursuers. They let out a long sigh, but soon discovered that they would face an even greater desperate situation: in this cave that they could not get out of, there was only enough food for one person to eat for a few days. After knowing this, the old monk meditated facing the broken Buddha statue in the grotto without saying a word. The remaining three people knew that he was going to fast. The three people looked at the little dry food left, swallowed, and divided the dry food into three portions, one for each person, and no portion for the old monk. After the first day, the three hungry people devoured half of the food they had. No one touched the remaining half. They stared at each other's food like hungry wolves. The next day, they started fighting. The old monk sat in front of the Buddha, with muddy tears rolling out of the corners of his eyes. On the third day, the other two people died, and only the young monk was left. His eyes were red, clenched his fists, and walked step by step towards the old monk in front of the Buddha, and stretched out his hand... The old monk was horrified, and without thinking, he stabbed out with the dagger hidden in his body for self-defense. The little monk opened his eyes wide and slowly opened his outstretched hand - the last piece of dry food lay on his palm. Two days later, a passing caravan rescued the old monk from the collapsed grotto. By then he was already dying. The old monk followed the caravan out of the desert and returned to the temple. A few days later, he hanged himself from a beam in the temple. Before putting his neck into the noose, he kept thinking about what the little monk said before he died. He said: "Master, Buddha... Buddha jumped over the wall..."