Set up a Central Supercomputer.
It might make things easier for himself, but it might also make things easier for the other side, leading to the tragedy of having his home raided with a single click.
Don't set up a Central Supercomputer.
Yet with the ever-increasing number of things inside the underground fortress requiring his control, he was gradually becoming unable to cope. Left with no alternative, he had slowed the development of technology...
It was a somewhat difficult choice.
It made Cadil unable to stop himself from agonizing over the gains and losses.
However.
He did not know.
All of these choices were ultimately utterly meaningless.
The God of Refined Gold.
That mechanical race he feared.
Had set its sights on him years ago...
Even now, whenever there was a holiday or festival, they would occasionally lure some wild monsters over to him.
By observing the practical application of his various technologies, they gauged just how effective his current technology truly was.
It felt very much like being a White Rat in a research institute...
And because of that.
Though the terrain around him was rather remote and desolate, all sorts of inexplicable troubles would always occasionally come looking for Cadil...
Cadil himself was naturally somewhat baffled by this treatment.
But in his heart, he had always regarded it as this game's special monster-spawning mechanic.
After all, in all kinds of games, spawning wild monsters near the area where players were located was nothing unusual. Many games had similar settings.
This strange yet reasonable mental patchwork.
Made Cadil directly fit the unreasonable phenomena into it, rationalizing the situation all by himself.
It could only be said.
Although, over these fairly long twenty-odd years, he had discovered the fact that this Metaphysics Hong Huang game was far from simple.
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