I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 516

Chapter 516: Chapter 380: It Has Been Tainted with Qi Fortune!

Chapter 516: Chapter 380: It Has Been Tainted with Qi Fortune!

This qualitative difference gap, Lu Yuan has never figured out what it is exactly, and he couldn’t help but feel the urgency driving him mentally insane.

He could only return his soul to the human body and wander around in Sky City, wanting to seek inspiration once more—as his inspiration this time had come from the prosperity and decline of human civilization, perhaps he had missed something?

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As the ghost fog was drained, the cool sea breeze blew over his face.

The warriors were enthusiastically cleaning up; after 39 years, each room in Sky City was covered in dust.

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Because of the hasty evacuation, it was impossible to take bedding and clothing into the Sky Pit, and all these things had decayed and deteriorated.

Hence, food, clothing, shelter, and transportation posed a new round of challenges; nobody expected the disaster to last for 39 years!

The Rat Artisans emerged again from the depths of the Sky Pit, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, they too were feeling the impermanence of the world…

The Human 18th Civilization that had once been promising, now faced with this catastrophe, would it sink into oblivion or climb to new heights?

This question, they could only truly judge with their own eyes.

“Elder Shu, did you also take refuge like this back then?” asked a human craftsman, “Enduring a disaster and hibernating for decades?”

Well, truth is, the Ratmen had lost most of their memories and could only bluff: “Don’t mention thirty-nine years, there have been disasters that lasted three thousand years…

Whoops, I forgot!”

Now, the human spirit of struggle seemed to have returned considerably.

Those in hibernation within the Sky Pit were now awakening in small batches, starting with the Level 4 experts, every day a hundred or two hundred people would wake.

It wouldn’t be until twenty or thirty years later that the children would awaken.

The main concern was to prevent the impact of low-concentration ghost fog on infants; as time passed, the density of the ghost fog would gradually decrease.

Moreover, many consumables were running low and production was needed before waking up the majority.

With more people awakened, the enthusiasm to rebuild civilization naturally surged.

Seeds of cotton were being sown with great vigor, crops planted, so that when the large population awoke, they could wear fresh clothes.

“Hey, lad, what about those Mutated People?

Are they still hibernating in the Sky Pit?” a Rat Artisan casually asked a soldier.

“Professor Lu Tiantian has been working on the problem…

They, they’ll definitely triumph!”

“How easy could it be with things related to ‘Ghosts’?” said the Rat Artisan as his mustache twitched, “If it can’t be solved, what then?

180,000 people.”

“I have faith in the deep foundations of our Human 18th Civilization, we can definitely overcome the hardship!” The young soldier’s face flushed.

He seemed to remember his own family, his comrades-in-arms, and he clenched his fist tightly: “Even if it’s not possible…

we must keep living well.

Live for their sakes, and live vigorously!”

The young warrior, carrying a big barrel of inorganic salts, went off to farm earnestly.

(Soilless cultivation is now popular)

“It seems they can rise again from the east…

That’s good,” sighed the Rat Artisan, “Let’s do some construction work for them.”

“I’ve had the feeling of an impending burst of inspiration these days; getting involved in labor might trigger it.”

These fellows, having nothing better to do, helped inscribe some engravings, then one by one lay on the ground, with legs crossed, basking in the sun.

There was a sense of an inexplicable feeling of belonging.

They suddenly saw Lu Yuan, who was anxiously pacing, and greeted him.

“Commander Lu, why the long face all day, even less cheerful than your soldiers,” teased the Rat Artisan.

“Hello, it’s not that I’m gloomy…

but when I think about half the population still unreached, of course I’m deeply concerned.” Lu Yuan, with dark circles under his eyes, gave a wry smile.

Ratmen sized him up for a few moments: “Your look…

haven’t you slept in a month?”

“Indeed, 32 days now,” Lu Yuan nodded, “Had a burst of inspiration and have been creating the whole time.”

“32 days, that’s really hellish,” the Rat Artisan casually remarked, “Commander Lu really has Human Civilization’s burden on his shoulders.”

Wait a minute…

what?

Inspiration burst?!

31 Rat Artisans, all widened their eyes in unison, green with envy, their tails practically flipping into the sky.

For craftsmen, nothing else is important, inspiration is what counts!

Did they not come to Human Civilization in pursuit of that elusive inspiration?

“He said he had a burst of inspiration!” Another Rat Artisan, Shu Tongtie, said loudly, “Is there also inspiration in the extinction of a civilization?

If I go and cultivate a civilization now, is it too late?”

“I’m jealous…

I’m so jealous…” The artisan who had once been inspired by “jealousy” was frantically lashing at his own heart, his rat face turning green.

Lu Yuan hadn’t expected such a strong reaction from the group and quickly coughed: “Well, it’s all managed by Humans themselves now, I’m just leeching a bit of Qi Fortune.

It’s nothing impressive.”

The leading master, the Rat Artisan, looked at him with a strange expression: “What kind of inspiration did the Great Commander have?

High-class, or middle?”

“Could you let us brothers evaluate it for a while?

Learn a little technique?”

Lu Yuan hurriedly refused: “For the past few decades, I’ve been studying the ‘Great Gear Treasure,’ with some gains.

But the inspiration that burst forth is just low-grade, unable to save 180,000 Mutated People, which is frustrating and distressing…

I’m sorry to say, it involves civilization secrets; I am developing a weapon that inflicts pain, to counter higher-level anomalies.”

The inspiration brought by the “Crash Artist” indeed mainly involved “low-grade inspirations” like pain and sorrow.

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

“Low-grade inspiration” — that was acceptable.

It involved civilization secrets, so they were not going to insist on visiting.

The Rat Artisan kindly reminded: “Master Lu should not be sorrowful, it’s better to combine personal emotions with ‘Civilization Fortune’…

Otherwise, you can only create junk like ‘Jealousy·Mining Robots.’ Even if it’s Legendary, it’s the low kind.”

“How is that junk?

Did it dig up any minerals or not?” The creator of the robot immediately screamed loudly in defense.

“That piece of junk of yours has nothing to do with Civilization Fortune, just a Legendary cobbled together from materials; it’s truly junk.”

The Ratmen started arguing.

Arguing, that was also a part of their daily routine.

“Wait a second…

Qi Fortune,” Lu Yuan suddenly raised his head, looking toward the distant Sun, his pupils shining brightly, voice filled with a touch of excitement, “Qi Fortune…

I knew something was missing, Qi Fortune!!!”

“Qi Fortune, hahaha!!” Lu Yuan said excitedly, “Do you see that flower over there?”

“What?”

“It has been touched by Qi Fortune!!”

Lu Yuan excitedly left.

Leaving behind a wave of Rat Artisans, looking at each other puzzled.

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