Although Xu Zhi ranted like mad, a smile appeared on his face. "There were some deviations, but it still developed according to plan. I pulled the Wizard World's development trajectory in the Sand Table back from a crooked path onto the right track."
He also knew that being cautious was the true hard rule.
Only seasoned old hands could live the longest, especially a casual player obsessed with farming.
Grinding monsters and leveling up, the thrill of battle—those were all fake. Quietly developing Black Technology, climbing the tech tree, and researching things they liked were where Farming Stream Players found their fun.
Technology was the primary productive force, after all.
Xu Zhi took a bite of his apple, juice spilling everywhere, but he frowned slightly. "Still, I never expected Circe to leave behind such a scheme before dying. Using her disciple Medusa's hand to help perfect the Undead Resurrection spell she left behind? She wanted her disciple to revive her from the dead and let her live a second life?"
Circe truly had enormous ambitions! Honestly, if he had not seen this scene, and if Li Shengjiang had not happened to force out her hidden cards, Xu Zhi would never have known that the dead Circe had been plotting something like this in secret.
He was not some truly omniscient and omnipotent Creator. He was just a farmer. Otherwise, he would not have failed to notice Gilgamesh trying to take him down before.
One day in the field was equivalent to a hundred years.
Even if he watched the progress inside every day, it was still difficult. Time inside moved too fast; everyone became blurred afterimages, moving frantically, and he could not see what they were doing at all.
All his power was an act. In truth, he was just