God Simulator

Chapter 71: Sustainable development

As the statue of the god collapsed and shattered, the remaining small people in the wild tribe were frightened and prostrated on the ground, afraid to move.

"The gods are angry, the gods are angry."

"Terrifying, terrifying."

"The world is going to be destroyed, the world is destroyed!"

"The gods are dead, the gods are dead!"

From the way the small people spoke, it could be seen that they had low intelligence, still retaining the simple vocabulary and single cognition of primitive times.

At the same time, the amnesty commissioner arranged by Lu Yao, Isabella, arrived in the Eastern Continent.

Riding on a ghostly white horse, she galloped all the way and soon arrived at a devastated wild tribe.

"Your old god has been killed by the great God Yao."

The small people who were originally lying on the ground, one by one, prostrated on the ground, and the symbols of sadness on their heads disappeared in an instant, turning into smiling faces at the speed of light.

"The great God Yao, God Yao!"

"A stronger god!"

"All glory belongs to God Yao!"

"Offering faith and life!"

Lu Yao was already used to the small people’s change in attitude.

People believe in gods in order to receive protection and enlightenment, to better survive. After all, they follow whichever god is stronger, and they are happy to do so.

Lu Yao understood this very well.

The novice god players in the simulator were more like behind-the-scenes bosses, with a bunch of pixelated small people working for them. Powerful gods could also recruit monsters, cultivate apostles and heroes.

He knew that dealing with the Yangwu God wouldn’t be too difficult.

The opponent was a novice player, and the tribe was still in the difficult pioneering stage with limited self-defense capabilities.

At this time, Lu Yao had already opened the map and had a bunch of high-end combat power... He could even just send Isabella and the Blood Knight to deal with the entire wild tribe.

However, if the apostles participated in the battle, they would inevitably suffer miraculous damage from the players, resulting in casualties.

It was possible to fight, but not necessary.

Just bomb the statue directly from a distance, it’s safe.

...

Lu Yao began to review this truly meaningful god battle.

Although this battle was short and was declared over from the beginning, he still gained a lot of insights from it.

First of all, the wars between novice god players were essentially a confrontation of the power of faith and information capabilities.

First, explore the map, find the location of the opponent’s statue, and understand the opponent’s overall strength.

Once the decision to start a war is made, there should be no hesitation. Use miracles to kill the opponent’s prophets, heroes, and other characters first, so that the enemy cannot use these small people to convey orders. The enemy will lose their commander.

Then, launch miracles to bombard the statue itself.

However, the temple he initially generated seemed to be different from ordinary players.

This still needed more samples to verify.

Next is the bombardment of faith.

Consuming faith to create miracles, whether it is lightning or earthquake, will cause damage to the enemy’s statue. However, the opponent also has some resistance.

Facing Lu Yao’s intensive lightning bombardment, the Yangwu God resisted for a while.

Does this mean that faith itself is a defensive force?

Lu Yao conducted an experiment.

He sent a lightning strike to his own temple.

The lightning fell, frightening the astrologer Shaham in the temple to kneel and pray, and the small people passing by outside were also stunned. But when they saw that the temple was not damaged at all, they breathed a sigh of relief and went about their business.

Compared to the wild tribe, the Garlic tribe had seen much more, and some small incidents did not affect their order of life.

The result was that the faith value not only decreased by 20 points, which was the cost of "lightning," but also lost an additional 20 points.

The experiment proved that Lu Yao’s guess was correct.

Faith can be transformed into attacks like "miracles" and is also the durability of the temple.

By accumulating a large amount of faith, one can defend against targeted bombings by the enemy.

In other words, in order to launch a god battle, one must accumulate enough reserves of faith. Faith can be used not only for offense but also for defense.

There is no information gap between the gods of the two sides. In the case of similar conventional combat power, the reserve of faith is the key.

"Population is the body, faith is the power."

This sentence summarized it very well.

Lu Yao silently digested the information brought by this god battle.

He was still relatively relaxed.

This time, he received the wild tribe on the grassland, and the population suddenly increased by more than 300 people, making a small profit.

But more importantly...

"The Garlic tribe has learned how to raise and use horses."

"The Garlic tribe has learned how to raise and use dogs."

"The Garlic tribe has learned how to make and use pottery."

Horses, dogs, and pottery.

These were the most important spoils of war.

...

After finishing his business, Lu Yao ate the cold fried potatoes.

When hungry, anything tasted delicious.

He swallowed half a box of fried tofu in one breath while eating the braised chicken leg, finally feeling half full.

At this time, a dialogue box appeared above Isabella’s head.

"Sir, I found a sacrifice to the Yangwu God."

Something like a white jellyfish floated in mid-air.

Lu Yao double-clicked to view the details.

...【Head of Greed LV2】: Faith +2/hour, Morale +1. The Head of Greed is insatiable, craving for powerful flesh and blood, growing and evolving through devouring flesh and blood.

……

A growth-oriented item?

Lu Yao’s eyes lit up.

The Yangwu God had been constantly commanding the prophets to lead the savages to hunt, even risking heavy casualties to hunt the Fire Turkeys, all for this item.

He suddenly thought of the Light God from before.

It seemed that beginners tended to rely on and value items more, paying less attention to the tribal minions. After all, the tribal minions were fragile and troublesome, while items were simple and efficient, and could quickly increase faith.

First things first, making quick money is a common human thought.

Eh!

Lu Yao came up with a bold idea.

Since he was planning to deeply cultivate this fragment world and not leave the safe zone for a short time, theoretically, new players would keep appearing here...

For him, weren’t these new players a stable source of resources?

As long as he kept an eye on the broken world, waited for them to develop a little, new players always easily obtained their first item. At that time, he could harvest a wave of population and items, wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Low risk, stable returns, fair and transparent... New players were simply the best financial products!

Lu Yao felt that he seemed to have found a sustainable development path.

……

Meanwhile.

In an apartment, a tightly closed door was forced open.

In the dark and narrow room, only the computer LCD screen emitted a faint light.

Someone turned on the switch on the wall, and the ceiling light immediately dispelled the darkness in the room.

The sudden light revealed the entire room: in the middle of the small space was a computer desk and a computer host, the bed was in front of the computer, and a pile of unfinished boxed meals and instant noodles were in the corner, with flies hovering over them, and a rotten sweet smell filled the room.

The young man on the bed squinted his eyes under the strong light.

Two middle-aged people walked up to him.

"You’ve been locking yourself in here for a week, what on earth are you doing? You don’t even answer your phone, your mother and I are very worried about you."

The middle-aged man’s voice was filled with anger: "You said we don’t need to worry about you, if we don’t worry about you, who will?"

The woman next to him tried to calm him down: "As long as he’s okay."

She looked at her son: "Son, what have you been doing this week? You could at least call home."

The young man had a puzzled look on his face: "I... I can’t remember."

"You didn’t do anything illegal, did you?" The father glared at him.

"No..."

The young man tried to recall: "I just forgot, I don’t know why."

"Alright, alright, as long as you’re okay."

The mother was still soft-hearted, she said: "Let’s go, let’s go out and eat something. Look at you, you’re so thin."

The young man nodded blankly, and began to get out of bed and dress.

Before leaving, he glanced at the computer screen.

He felt that he had done something very important, but no matter how hard he tried to remember, it was all a blur.

What had he done this week? Had he completely lost track of time because of playing games?

He searched on the screen, but only found some familiar game icons, and nothing that could trigger his memory.

Next to the computer, he found a notebook and a pen.

The ink in the pen had been used up, but the notebook was blank.

"Zhou Yangwu! Aren’t you coming out yet!" His father yelled from outside.

"I’m coming..."

The young man turned off the computer and walked out the door.