Deity Simulator

Two days later, it's New Year's.

Lu Yao returned to his long-lost hometown.

It's still the slow and quiet small county, just cleaner, with more elderly people on the streets.

On WeChat, the high school group chatted. Everyone was scattered all over the place, envying the old classmates who could go home for the New Year. So, the few people who returned to their hometown started taking photos and sharing them with everyone to celebrate the New Year.

Lu Yao lurked and watched.

Everyone talked about their lives and their interests.

Some were addicted to running and marathons, some were obsessed with fishing, some were making videos, some were studying cooking, and some just liked drinking tea, taking walks, and watching trains.

Outsiders might think it's meaningless, but these things are important to them.@@novelbin@@

Lu Yao's interest is the Deity Simulator.

He couldn't help but seriously consider the significance of the simulator to himself.

The identity of a deity player seemed to make him different.

But in reality, there wasn't much difference.

This was just the qualification given by the simulator, not the truly omnipotent deity. It was more like an admission ticket, a special profession, able to explore certain secrets of this world.

After getting the simulator, Lu Yao spent all his spare time on it, afraid that if he wasn't careful, the little people would die for various reasons at the speed of light.

Fortunately, just watching the pixelated little people go from nothing to something, building tribes and cities, and working hard to develop, Lu Yao could feel joy and comfort.

Seeing the simulator as a special real game, maintaining a calm mind, he could enjoy the wonderful fun it brought.

But once he followed the rhythm and process of the simulator, disregarding everything to chase the limits of a deity player, to ascend to become a god, to pursue titles and even the main god... then he would be tied up by an invisible rein, only able to charge forward continuously, desperately pushing upward, like a warhorse being whipped.

It was just another round of the ranking mode, thousands of troops crossing a single-log bridge, and it was all back and forth.