Even the apocalypse can't stop the digital infrastructure project from moving forward.
A half-AI with a strange thought process, the gong X a gentle, sincere, extremely idealistic powerhouse, the shou
Coming soon: Insect Clan: The Regent [Book Transmigration] (check my profile; work begins soon)
The regent was killed by the young emperor before his grand enterprise was half complete, then fell into a book titled My Perfect Military Female. In the book, he is a lecherous and cruel wastrel of a male insect who bullies his younger brother, Mu Ai, the protagonist of the book. Mu Ai has the same name as that heartless young emperor.
The ambitious regent has no interest in exploiting the advantages of his sex to become a male insect who lazes around until death. So he leaves the palace and heads for the borderlands, where he gets mixed up with the empire's bandits.
A beautiful, scheming royal insect gong X a wildly cool (not really), devastatingly charming and handsome shou
(Sweet and satisfying. I'll do my best to prove my sugar-making skills.)
Given: In the current apocalypse, there are monopolistic food-production powerhouses, large-scale monster-hunting teams, and veteran infrastructure groups.
Question: How can we create new glories?
Lou Jingshen chooses to shine in the Tang Team, a digital engineering unit dismissed as useless.
The full-dive game World, created by the Tang Team, would later become better known by another name: the Apocalypse Combat Guide Program.
Long afterward, when people enter this virtual world where the apocalypse has been rebooted, they see the creators' immortal names inscribed on a monument at the login screen: Lou Jingshen and Tang Ming.
This is a story about fighting monsters online and having to fight monsters offline too, where every first encounter makes the next one more familiar.
A fighter asks: What's the standard for passing Captain Tang's training?
Tang Ming: Reach the max level online and you won't need to retrain. Reach the max level offline and you won't have to die.
As the foremost architect of World, Lou Jingshen has a past he doesn't even know about. He once deserted from an interstellar battlefield as its commander and landed on a small planet called Earth. Five hundred years after his arrival, a massive radiation event of unknown origin dragged humanity into an apocalyptic world.
Years later, when a judge demands to know what he mainly did after deserting to Earth, Lou Jingshen answers:
"Fell in love."
The judge: "Please respond in standard language compatible with the current transmission protocol."
Lou Jingshen: "Investigated byte loss during the generation and programming of carbon-based biological consciousness under the guidance of atavism research."
The judge: "Submit your research report before applying for exemption from punishment."
The day after the report is submitted, the judge says:
"The investigation team now requires you to share your research findings: the human 'Tang Ming.'"
Tang Ming: ????!
Lou Jingshen: "Get lost! No way."
The judge: "Why use a particle before refusing?"
Lou Jingshen: "To express emotion."
The judge: "Emotional particle recorded: 'Get lost.'"
Reader's Guide:
1. A strange species somewhere between human and AI, requiring half a book to explain. It has nothing but curiosity and a few 'Digital Monster' traits. The gong.
2. Passionate, vibrant, gentle, sincere, and extremely idealistic. The powerhouse shou.
3. The gong fills in whatever he's lacking. He has assigned himself a literary persona, lacks a sense of morality, and pursues romance while behaving like a complete villain. Known in the underworld as the Demon King.
4. The first three chapters contain a lot of information. If they're hard to understand, that's my fault. I hope you can stick with it a little longer.
5. This story was once titled The Literary Demon King's Apocalypse Chronicle. It is also known as Digital Engineering Destroys the World.
I have a good stockpile of chapters, and will update daily or every other day. I'll ask for leave if anything comes up. I hope you lovely readers will help this poor author out by boosting the stats. Many thanks!
Theme: Never be satisfied with what is already known and established. Never give in to hardship and despair. Bravely pursue your goals, and never stop exploring.
The Super-Powerful Big Shot's Poor Daily Life
I'm Sorry, Your Majesty, Immortal Cultivation Is Forbidden
How to Train a Tyrant into an Emperor for the Ages
How to Possess a Female Zerg Lord
The Scumbag's Wife Is Mine Now
My Boss and I Do a Good Deed Every Day
[Crossover] My Current Host Became My Coworker
[Crossover] Host Restart System (One Piece Arc)
[Stony] I Am His Armor
[Avengers/Iron Man] We Weren't There (AU)
[The Avengers] The Avengers' Chronicle of Survival
[Avengers/JARVIS-Tony] Never Change
Really, I registered in Jinjiang just for this article. I came here from the Zerg article. When I saw that the author was seriously thinking about the Zerg social model, I knew that the author must be a treasure. It turns out it is! I really like this article! It's hard to describe how amazing the author's coexistence of rationality and poetry brought me. . . Don't give up! Treasure author! (Actually, I have a reading list of about two to three hundred books. I put this article at the front. Whenever I think of it, I will come back and read it for more updates~) Come on, come on, come on! It's not easy to find a Dada who is thoughtful and well-written (catch Dada), I won't give up urging you to update it~~~ Finally, I would like to emphasize again that I really like Dada's works, especially this one, it really feels like a love story in a dream, I must finish it (rolling around)
Good articles are hard to find, so I often come back to read them. Whether it's here or that not-so-thick vest, your articles often seem to be as novel as reading them again—if only this was the case, that would be fine: after reading this article, I really couldn't hide my emotions, couldn't sit still anymore, and couldn't hide my writing, so I came to write a review. It's said to be a literary review, but it's not really like it. To be precise, this can be regarded as a "commentary" - "commentary" refers to the author's meaning. This review was written out of curiosity. If there may be any confusion or doubts, please forgive me. As for another title, after much thought, I couldn't find anything particularly good, so I replaced it with the second person. I'm afraid it might sound gross, but it's really because my emotions are high and it's easy to express my thoughts. Then let's get started. I have read many articles and watched the love of many characters. There is gurgling water, there is warmth and warmth, and there is flexibility and fortitude. However, I think it is hard to find such a hot love that seems to burn out even the soul. In many people's words, "plot" and "emotion" seem to be tasks, and the divisions are clear and organized. When writing about emotions, there is indeed overflowing love, but that's about it. However, reading your words, it is always hard to feel at peace - "love" here is not the programmed result of chance, coincidence and meticulous work, but pure and strong love: just love. This kind of love seems to be the background of the soul of the article, which is thick and thick, and suddenly something bursts out, almost scalding the period at the foot of the page until it burns to the apex of people's hearts. This is extremely rare. There is a famous poem that I quoted inappropriately, but I think it is appropriate. I ask Mr. Wen to forgive me: I think that when you write about love, you have a "vomiting out your heart" temperament. This is rare - I think, you are not using words to embody love, you are using love to construct some words. Many times when I read your words, I wonder what kind of gesture you are using in writing, so that I can't help but let my heart replace my brain to operate my soul, and let it shake with your words. Mr. Guantang said that using words to express meaning is the most basic and difficult. I agree with him. And when this "meaning" is an abstract and non-logical narrative, it is even more difficult. And your words truly express "love". This is the character's narration, and I think it can also be regarded as your narration. However, you are definitely not just that. Love is the background, but it may also be called a "polishing": many stories, under the cover of love, warm up their tragic core. The solidified shackles tightly clenched the bones and flesh, and every small tremor was a shaking of the nerve endings. The pain was hidden in the darkness, and the darkness enveloped every breath. The spirit of rebellion is based on sorrow, and the mottled skin cannot show the depth of sorrow. The vague sparks, the origins of light and death, and the flame of love cannot cover up the stagnant obscurity, but it can bring some warmth to some extent. But it's not enough. What can truly penetrate the darkness is a shining and unyielding soul. I think that in your text, the image of the characters may not be round enough, and the description of behavior and psychology may not be appropriate enough, but it doesn't matter. Because of the souls you sketched, they roared in the long night, they crawled with torches in the pure darkness, they crawled in the mud to watch the sun rise, and they reflected a deep and distant silhouette between the lines. I strongly agree with the theory of literary style and bones in "Wen Xin Diao Long". Only with such a profound soul can one have literary bones. With emotion as the wind and soul as the bones, how can we not write good articles? But! But. But there's so much more you can bring to the table. This is what I saw in this article. If you have something to say, be a person who capitalizes on it. Many people interpret it as "standing high on the sky and on the earth", and believe that in life, one should have great ups and downs, and seek to be smooth and neat. But I thought that people need to be capitalized because there are too many people. When too many people are together, the word "" naturally becomes bigger. However, it is rare to see the so-called "people" in novels that I tend to misinterpret. Online novels are a mixed bag, and even more rare. However, I can glimpse a vague, thick, and capitalized person in your words. I can still remember how moved I was when I read this article. Please allow me to quote my own words: "I can't describe how moved I am after reading this article. A faraway emotion mixed with new buds twinkling in the darkness, the human soul wrapped in flames singing in the universe... Such a strong romance that makes people convulse from body to soul brings people not only an impact, but also a kind of vibrating firefly wings and a buzzing of the soul. Thank you." The expression at that time was a bit too emotional, sorry for that. But it couldn't be more true to my emotions. The fluttering wings of the universe always make civilization turbulent, and the spark of mankind lies in love and a tenacious soul. This is a very grand and ordinary declaration, proclaiming our ignorance and our fearlessness. The universe is the most romantic thing, and the reason why it is romantic lies in its vastness and our insignificance. To humans, every blink of an eye is as important as a star turning into a nebula. It seems that I still have a lot to say, but I am a person who writes in small letters, and I can't write anything more romantic about people and the universe. I don't read much, and I read even less literary reviews. When I write, I don't stick to anything, just write whatever comes to my mind. In fact, there is more, about philosophy, about pain, about the smooth movements and sudden stops. But I can't write anymore. The beauty of human beings is that there are endless beauties, and of course there are also ugliness. In the words, there is hot love, a profound soul, a small universe and a group of big people—— This couldn't be happier. If there are any typos or omissions, please forgive me.
I can't describe how moved I was after reading this article. A faraway emotion mixed with new buds flickering in the darkness, the human soul wrapped in flames singing in the universe... Such a strong romance that makes people convulse from body to soul brings not only an impact, but also a kind of vibrating firefly wings and a buzzing of the soul. Thank you.
I don't know why the comment was posted twice, the first one should be formatted normally.
Waiting for the boss to come back and write the follow-up, it's so shocking
Good articles are hard to find, so I often come back to read them. Whether it's here or that not-so-thick vest, your articles often seem to be as novel as reading them again—if only this was the case, that would be fine: after reading this article, I really couldn't hide my emotions, couldn't sit still anymore, and couldn't hide my writing, so I came to write a review. It's said to be a literary review, but it's not really like it. To be precise, this can be regarded as a "commentary" - "commentary" refers to the author's meaning. This review was written out of curiosity. If there may be any confusion or doubts, please forgive me. As for another title, after much thought, I couldn't find anything particularly good, so I replaced it with the second person. I'm afraid it might sound gross, but it's really because my emotions are high and it's easy to express my thoughts. Then let's get started. I have read many articles and watched the love of many characters. There is gurgling water, there is warmth and warmth, and there is flexibility and fortitude. However, I think it is hard to find such a hot love that seems to burn out even the soul. In many people's words, "plot" and "emotion" seem to be tasks, and the divisions are clear and organized. When writing about emotions, there is indeed overflowing love, but that's about it. However, reading your words, it is always hard to feel at peace - "love" here is not the programmed result of chance, coincidence and meticulous work, but pure and strong love: just love. This kind of love seems to be the background of the soul of the article, which is thick and thick, and suddenly something bursts out, almost scalding the period at the foot of the page until it burns to the apex of people's hearts. This is extremely rare. There is a famous poem that I quoted inappropriately, but I think it is appropriate. I ask Mr. Wen to forgive me: I think that when you write about love, you have a "vomiting out your heart" temperament. This is rare - I think, you are not using words to embody love, you are using love to construct some words. Many times when I read your words, I wonder what kind of gesture you are using in writing, so that I can't help but let my heart replace my brain to operate my soul, and let it shake with your words. Mr. Guantang said that using words to express meaning is the most basic and difficult. I agree with him. And when this "meaning" is an abstract and non-logical narrative, it is even more difficult. And your words truly express "love". This is the character's narration, and I think it can also be regarded as your narration. However, you are definitely not just that. Love is the background, but it may also be called a "polishing": many stories, under the cover of love, warm up their tragic core. The solidified shackles tightly clenched the bones and flesh, and every small tremor was a shaking of the nerve endings. The pain was hidden in the darkness, and the darkness enveloped every breath. The spirit of rebellion is based on sorrow, and the mottled skin cannot show the depth of sorrow. The vague sparks, the origins of light and death, and the flame of love cannot cover up the stagnant obscurity, but it can bring some warmth to some extent. But it's not enough. What can truly penetrate the darkness is a shining and unyielding soul. I think that in your text, the image of the characters may not be round enough, and the description of behavior and psychology may not be appropriate enough, but it doesn't matter. Because of the souls you sketched, they roared in the long night, they crawled with torches in the pure darkness, they crawled in the mud to watch the sun rise, and they reflected a deep and distant silhouette between the lines. I strongly agree with the theory of literary style and bones in "Wen Xin Diao Long". Only with such a profound soul can one have literary bones. With emotion as the wind and soul as the bones, how can we not write good articles? But! But. But there's so much more you can bring to the table. This is what I saw in this article. If you have something to say, be a person who capitalizes on it. Many people interpret it as "standing high on the sky and on the earth", and believe that in life, one should have great ups and downs, and seek to be smooth and neat. But I thought that people need to be capitalized because there are too many people. When too many people are together, the word "" naturally becomes bigger. However, it is rare to see the so-called "people" in novels that I tend to misinterpret. Online novels are a mixed bag, and even more rare. However, I can glimpse a vague, thick, and capitalized person in your words. I can still remember how moved I was when I read this article. Please allow me to quote my own words: "I can't describe how moved I was after reading this article. A distant emotion mixed with new buds twinkling in the darkness, the human soul wrapped in flames singing in the universe... Such a strong romance that makes people convulse from body to soul brings not only shock, but also a kind of vibrating firefly wings and a buzzing of the soul. Thank you." The expression at that time was a bit too emotional, please forgive me. But it couldn't be more true to my emotions. The fluttering wings of the universe always make civilization turbulent, and the spark of mankind lies in love and a tenacious soul. This is a very grand and ordinary declaration, proclaiming our ignorance and our fearlessness. The universe is the most romantic thing, and the reason why it is romantic lies in its vastness and our insignificance. To humans, every blink of an eye is as important as a star turning into a nebula. It seems that I still have a lot to say, but I am a person who writes in small letters, and I can't write anything more romantic about people and the universe. I don't read much, and I read even less literary reviews. When I write, I don't stick to anything, just write whatever comes to my mind. In fact, there is more, about philosophy, about pain, about the smooth movements and sudden stops. But I can't write anymore. The beauty of human beings is that there are endless beauties, and of course there are also ugliness. In the words, there is hot love, a profound soul, a small universe and a group of big people - this is the happiest thing. If there are any typos or omissions, please forgive me.
Big! What about the promised fate? It's been six months and I can't even get a single picture (┯_┯)
Are you coming back?⊙▽⊙
When will you come back?
Um, I was just about to read this book. Is it discontinued?