Chapter 382 It is tainted with luck!

Lu Yuan has never figured out what this qualitative difference is, and he can't help but go crazy with anxiety.

He could only return his soul to the human body and wander around the city in the sky, trying to find some more inspiration - after all, his inspiration this time came from the prosperity and decline of human beings. Maybe he had missed something?

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As the ghost mist is drained away, the cool sea breeze blows on your face.

The soldiers are cleaning enthusiastically. After 39 years, every room in the Sky City is covered with dust. Because of the rush during the evacuation, it was impossible for everyone to bring quilts and clothes into the sinkhole. These things all deteriorated and rotted.

As a result, food, clothing, housing and transportation have become a new round of problems. No one knows that this disaster will last for 39 years!

The rat-man craftsmen emerged from the sinkhole again. They looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and lamented the impermanence of the world... The 18th human civilization, which was originally quite promising, suffered such a catastrophe. I wonder if it has just sunk? Or is it a step forward?

They can only truly judge this by seeing it with their own eyes.

"Uncle Rat, did you take refuge like this at that time?" A human craftsman asked, "After a disaster, did you hibernate for decades?"

Well, the rat man actually has no memory, so he can only brag: "Don't talk about thirty-nine years, there have been disasters that lasted for three thousand years... Oh, I forgot!"

Now the fighting spirit of mankind seems to have returned a lot.

The hibernators in the sinkhole are being resurrected in small batches. Starting from the strong ones at level 4, one or two hundred people wake up every day.

It will not be until twenty or thirty years later that it is the children's turn to wake up.

The main reason is to beware of the impact of low-concentration "ghost mist" on babies. As time goes by, the concentration of "ghost mist" will become lower and lower.

In addition, many of the current consumables are not enough, and some must be produced first before the large army can be awakened.

And when there are more people, the enthusiasm for rebuilding civilization will naturally burst out. People began to sow cotton and grow food in full swing, so that they could wear new clothes after the army woke up.

"Hey, young man, what about those deformed people? Are they still hibernating in the sinkhole?" Shu Gongye caught a soldier and asked casually.

"Professor Lu Tiantian has been working on this problem... He, they will definitely win!"

"How can things related to [ghosts] be so easy?" Shuang Gongye's beard twitched, "What if it can't be done? There are 180,000 people."

"We, the 18th-century human civilization, have a profound foundation, and we will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties!" The young soldier said with a red face.

He seemed to think of his family and comrades, and clenched his fists: "Even if we can't... we must live well. Take their share and live with all our strength!"

The young warrior carried a large bucket of inorganic salt and started farming seriously. (Soilless cultivation is now popular)

"It seems that they can still make a comeback...that's great." Shu Gongye sighed, "Forget it, let's do some construction for them."

"I always feel inspired these days. Maybe I can get inspired by participating in labor."

These guys had nothing to do and helped carve some carvings. Then they lay on the ground one by one, crossing their legs and basking in the sun.

There seems to be an inexplicable sense of integration.

They suddenly saw Lu Yuan who was wandering anxiously and said hello.

"Commander Lu, why do you look so sad all day long? You can't compare to the soldiers under your command." Shu Gongye teased.

"Hello everyone, it's not that I'm frowning... But when I think about half of the population that has not been rescued, of course I am worried." Lu Yuan smiled with two dark circles under his eyes.

The rat people looked at him and said, "You look like you haven't slept for a month, right?"

"Indeed, it's been 32 days." Lu Yuan nodded, "I have a burst of good inspiration and I have been creating."

"Oh my God, that was hell." Shu Gongye said casually, "The commander-in-chief of the mainland is really worried about human civilization."

Wait...what?

A burst of inspiration? !

The 31 rat craftsmen all opened their eyes wide with envy and jealousy on their faces, and swung their tails into the sky.

For craftsmen, nothing else matters, what matters is inspiration!

Didn't they come to human civilization just to pursue that illusory inspiration?

"He said he had an inspiration!" Another rat craftsman, Rat Bronze Iron, said loudly, "Does the extinction of civilization also lead to inspiration? Is it too late for me to cultivate a civilization now?"

"I'm jealous...I'm jealous..." The craftsman who had once had the inspiration of "jealousy" was whipping his heart like crazy, and his rat face turned green.

Lu Yuan didn't expect these guys to react so strongly, and he coughed quickly: "Everywhere, humans manage themselves now, I just have a little luck. It's nothing special."

The leader of the master, Shu Gongye, looked at him with strange eyes: "What kind of inspiration did the great commander burst out? Is it high-quality or average?"

"Can we brothers visit for a while and learn some skills?"

Lu Yuan quickly refused: "In the past few decades, I have been studying the "Gear Book" and gained a little. But what happened was just low-level inspiration. The 180,000 aberrant people have not been rescued for a long time, which makes people anxious and collapse... It is really not good. Sorry, regarding the secrets of civilization, I am developing a painful weapon to combat higher-level anomalies."

The inspiration brought by the "collapse artist" is indeed mostly "low-level inspiration" such as pain and sadness.

The rats looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Low-level inspiration" - acceptable.

Since it is related to the secrets of civilization, they did not force the visit.

Rat Gongye kindly reminded: "Master Lu, don't be sad. It's best to combine personal emotions with the "luck of civilization"... Otherwise, you can only create garbage like the "jealousy mining robot". Even if it is legendary, it is a low-level one."

"Why is it garbage? Just tell me whether you have dug up the mine?" The rat who created the robot screamed loudly.

"Your broken thing has nothing to do with the luck of civilization. It's just a legend piled up with materials. It's really garbage."

The rats quarreled.

Quarreling is also a routine in their lives.

"Wait... Luck" Lu Yuan suddenly raised his head and looked at the sun in the distance, his pupils sparkling, and his tone was a little excited, "Luck... I said, something is missing, luck!!!"

"Luck! Hahaha!!" Lu Yuan said excitedly, "Did you see that flower?"

"What?"

"It is stained with luck!!"

Lu Yuan walked away excitedly.

Only a large group of rat craftsmen were left, looking at each other in bewilderment.

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