Wang Qi closed his eyes and carefully considered the problem before him.
The knot of cause and effect that united past and future into one, the causal closed loop, still could not solve the halting problem—or rather, could not solve the halting problem on its own. Furthermore, the problem of self-reference still remained.
Then...
Just as he was thinking, that mysterious voice asked again, "What exactly are you doing?"
Wang Qi did not even raise his eyelids. "Senior should be able to tell."
"You, you really are..."
Wang Qi glanced below. "I am still operating within the normal rules. Even the Rong Clan must have offices for the hundred crafts, right? Developing new technology should not violate the rules forbidden by this game... ahem, by this world, should it?"
Every world possessed something called "technology." While some civilizations had either their environment or their brains perpetually degenerating, so that the more their technology advanced, the further they regressed, progress was still the general trend.
At the very least, the Rong Clan's farming equipment and fishing and hunting equipment had continued improving over millions of years.
In other words, there was no reason to forbid technological advancement.
Then, after gaining a power like "fortune" that could reverse cause and effect, the most profitable course was naturally...
Farming.
"Wish for myself to find superior seeds in the wilderness."
"Wish for superior seeds to appear in the hybrid fields."
"Wish for these seedlings to mutate."
"Wish for my subordinates to have a flash of inspiration."
"Wish for inferior breeds to become even worse and die young."
In this manner, fortune was spent like water being flung from a bucket.
Yet the results were solid and tangible.
Fortune could even produce a "flash of inspiration," allowing Wang Qi to directly obtain ideas for improving