Nonsensical Poetry

The time for "Unity with Heaven and Man" has finally come to an end.

After the black tornado disappeared, the earthen slope outside the village vanished completely, leaving behind a deep pit that almost sank into the ground.

As Wang Wen used the skill more often, she became more and more proficient in controlling the [Unity with Heaven and Man] technique to Devour Heaven and Earth.

He can now roughly control the direction of his food consumption, instead of letting the skill eat indiscriminately over a wide area.

It's essentially an extra boost that didn't cost any money.

This time, the eight-hour "Unity with Heaven and Man" session traversed many challenges.

Stopping on the 700th floor was something Wang Wen had expected.

He knew that dealing with such large integer layers wouldn't be so simple.

That's why they let Ren Ruanruan skip levels in the first place.

After all, there wasn't enough strength or time at the time.

The goal of that trip was to reach the 800th floor and try to get the rewards; I tried to save time on the earlier levels.

I just didn't expect to be stopped at the 750th floor.

Their strength is different now than before.

Wang Wen was interested in trying out the 700-story level.

If you can't even get past 700 floors, forget about the rest. You can only use the Ren Ruanruan- skipping feature once per run. If you skip 700 floors and something unexpected happens, you'll have to leave the tower with regret. You'll never be able to get to the higher floors.

The effect of [Unity with Heaven and Man] has ended.

The villagers at the village entrance were all full.

Wang Wen's test results are in.

There are approximately three points to consider when trying to get updates on the villagers' progress.

The first priority, of course, is to stay alive.

The second point is that it needs to be in good health; it's definitely not the kind of animal that dies from taking a dump.

The third point is the most crucial.

Make sure they have enough water and food in their stomachs.

Not to mention the Health Potion and Healthy Body Water used on the little black child of the woman, which cleaned him thoroughly inside and out, making him healthy.

They should be able to live for at least three to five more days.

This means that everyone had to eat at least two meals at Wang Wen's house.

The first meal soothes the stomach and intestines, while the second meal ensures the absorption of sufficient nutrients and water.

The haphazard porridge that Zhu Xingguo and others cooked was at least acceptable for the first meal.

It's a delicious and enjoyable meal that's also good for the stomach, and the taste and texture are decent enough that no one will dislike it.

When it came to the second step, Wang Wen didn't care much about the taste and texture of what she was feeding these people.

Only basic nutrition and hydration are guaranteed.

The key point is that it is "difficult to digest".

Ideally, it should also be able to continuously develop and self-circulate.

It also needs to be "cheap" enough and not require too much energy or time, otherwise it cannot be distributed in large quantities.

These conditions combined

"Insane" is an understatement.

God knows what's inside those people's stomachs.

It could be a tumor, who knows?

The taste certainly wasn't great, but it definitely met the requirements for a second meal.

Wang Wen is like a heartless level-clearing machine.

All the energy, thought, and effort put into the tests were solely for the purpose of meeting the requirements and getting the progress.

In his eyes, these villagers were simply numbers representing progress.

As long as these numbers can be turned into your own progress.

The process doesn't matter.

It's good that the result is good.

The villagers' stomachs were full.

Although they didn't understand why they were almost bursting from just a little over a bowl of thin porridge.

I don't understand why the smell of a burp is even stranger than the end products of human metabolism.

But that doesn't stop them from lying down happily.

Basking in the Nuan Nuan sun, I marvel at how wonderful it is to have enough to eat.

When a person is full, blood flows to the stomach, reducing blood supply to other parts of the body and causing excessive sleepiness.

This is not good news for working people, as most of them have to continue working after eating, and being too sleepy affects their efficiency.

But for these villagers...

I'm so happy!

They had almost forgotten what it felt like to be well-fed, watered, and sleepy.

It's as if that only happened in the womb.

Now, experiencing it again, I feel so happy I could cry.

One villager became very interested.

He picked up a stick of firewood from under the stove and used the embers to "write" poems on the sand.

In those days, we enjoyed poetry, wine, and flowers.

With a long sword and a short gourd, I roam the world.

Now I lean against the door seeking elegance.

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea.

After writing the last character with flowing strokes, the man picked up the bowl, tilted his head back, and gulped down most of the porridge.

He collapsed to the ground, drunk and unconscious, clutching a bowl.

Two tear streaks ran down her smiling face, past her ears, and disappeared into the parched earth.

Zhu Xingguo walked over and looked at the words on the ground.

Turning away with a sneer, he said, "Nonsense."

He approached Wang Wen with a slice of Gourmet Bread and said worriedly, "Master, you haven't eaten much since you entered the tower. How about this bread to fill your stomach? We can eat something better when we get out, okay?"

Wang Wen noncommittally picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth, her gaze fixed on the progress and time of the aircraft's challenges.

The villagers are currently gathered at the village entrance.

The progress bar above my head has disappeared.

This proves that they have all made progress.

The overall progress of the level has been improved by about 50%.

Theoretically speaking, if we find another village or a few hundred people to replicate the process, we can probably beat the game.

But as Wang Wen looked at the progress of the levels, she felt that the rate of negative growth was accelerating!

Previously, it was negative by more than 100. After recovering 50%, it should still be -50%. Considering the time spent, it could be as low as -60%.

Now it's almost -80%!

If this continues, the progress might regress before we even reach the next village.

Wang Wen frowned.

Chewing the bread like it was wax.

I know this slow, inefficient method won't work.

He found a woman still shoveling every last grain of rice from the rice porridge in the bucket and asked, "Do you know where there are more people like you?"

The woman's expression darkened. "It hasn't rained for so many years, the rivers and lakes have all dried up, and there are people like me everywhere who are starving to death."

She noticed that Wang Wen seemed to be deep in thought.

He pressed on, "Sir, are you setting off? I can help guide you to the big city; there are even more people there. I fled from there!"

Wang Wen nodded. "We'll set off once you're ready."

The woman wiped her hands on her clothes and pulled the little black boy over to indicate that she was ready.

Some villagers who had overheard the conversation quickly stood up.

They sidled up, bowing and scraping, wanting to follow the "Demon lord," or rather, begging to be taken in.

Wang Wen asked the villagers in confusion, "Why do you want to come with me? Don't you want your homes here anymore?"

Unexpectedly, the villagers said that with such a great disaster, they had nowhere else to go. They had all fled here and only stopped when they could no longer walk.

Now "Lord Demon" has food.

People are very willing to follow and become servants; they'd even rebel for a single grain of rice!

Wang Wen, both amused and exasperated, interrupted the villagers' self-developed slogan.

Make it clear that you are just Demon, not a traitor, and stop constantly talking about rebellion.

then.

A few minutes later.

Except for a few people who were unwilling to trek and wanted to stay in the village.

Most people packed their bags and left with Wang Wen and her group.

The group grew from five people to a large, imposing crowd.

The woman walked at the front, observed the direction for a while, pointed out a path, and took the lead in leading the child forward.

As I walked...

She found herself airborne.

There was something hard supporting my feet.

It requires no effort at all and the travel speed is very fast.

She turned her head in surprise and found that everyone behind her was "flying" in the air.

It was pitch black!

The villagers were terrified and staggered, but soon they were excitedly shouting and cautiously looking down at the ground to see what was happening.

Seeing the woman's expression, Mo Ran scoffed disdainfully, "Everyone says we're Demon, so if you're going to embarrass Demon by walking on your own two feet, consider yourself lucky."