Lu Yuan has never figured out what this qualitative difference is, and he can't help but feel 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 was drained away, the cool sea breeze blew on my face.

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

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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 don't know if it will just sink? Or will it be a hundred years ago?

Going one step further?

This can only be truly judged if they see 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 anymore, 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 guard against 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 were more people, the enthusiasm for rebuilding civilization naturally burst out. People began to sow cotton and grow food enthusiastically, so that they could wear new clothes after the large 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 key problems...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 race, have a profound cultural background, and we will definitely be able to weather the storm!" 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 miserable all day long, yet you can't compare to the soldiers under your command?" Shu Gongye teased.

"Hello everyone, it's not that I'm looking sad...but when I think about half of the population still not being rescued, I'm certainly worried." Lu Yuan laughed with two dark circles under his eyes.

The rat people looked at him a few times: "You look like this, you haven't slept for a month, right?"

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

"32 Gods, that is really hell." Shuang 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 that these guys would react so strongly, and he coughed quickly: "Everywhere, humans are managing themselves now, I just have a little luck. It's nothing special."

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

"Can you let some of our 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 I have gained a little bit. But what happened was just inferior 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, when it comes to civilizational secrets, I am developing a painful weapon to combat higher-level anomalies."

The inspiration brought by "collapse artists" is indeed mostly "inferior inspiration" such as pain and sadness.

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

"Inferior inspiration" - acceptable.

It is a matter of civilized secrets, so they will not reluctantly visit.

Shu Gongye kindly reminded: "Master Lu does not need to be sad, it is best to combine personal emotions with 'civilized luck'... Otherwise, you can only create rubbish like 'Jealous Mining Robot'. Even if it is a legend

Level, also the low-level kind.”

"Why is it garbage? Just tell me if you have found any mines?" The rat man who created the robot quickly screamed loudly.

"Your crap has nothing to do with civilization and destiny. It's just a legend piled on top of materials. It's really rubbish."

The rat people started to quarrel.

Quarreling is a routine part of their lives.

"Wait a minute... Qi Luck." Lu Yuan suddenly raised his head and looked at the sun in the distance, his pupils sparkling, and there was a hint of excitement in his tone, "Qi Luck... I just said, there is something missing, Qi Luck!!

!”

"What luck! Hahaha!!" Lu Yuan said excitedly, "Have you seen that flower?"

"What?"

"It's tainted with luck!!"

Lu Yuan walked away excitedly.

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

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Chapter completed!