"I’ll endure!" With great willpower, Wang Hao resisted the urge to change the plot and maintained the dignity of the Emperor of Heaven.
Suddenly, an idea struck him.
"Since it’s already a great victory... as long as it doesn’t affect the outco, I can modify so details."
"If only this damn ga could load saved gas, a lot of lives could have been saved. I’m simply using a SL thod to make the outco a bit better."
So gas indeed cannot be repeatedly loaded from saved files.
But, it’s possible to manually copy and create saves!
If a ga requires excessive save/load actions to achieve a better outco, like opening a rare treasure chest that needs hundreds of attempts to get a satisfying result, wouldn’t it be easier to use a mod to achieve it in one step?
After all, the final result is the sa, although repeatedly loading saves might take hours; mods only need a few seconds.
Old Wang felt a stirring in his heart.
"I’ll just modify it a little bit because I really can’t accept this outco. So many soldiers died, and it’s depressing.
"The most important thing in playing gas is having fun."
Wang Hao pondered for a mont, "Change the outco to those mosquitoes causing people to faint for a long period instead of dying..."
"The patients who are unconscious will need caregiving and won’t be able to fight for a while. Yes, this is an acceptable trade-off!"
"Right, those two thousand officials who were betrayed by the taoist died miserably... let’s also change that a bit. Change it to... being drained of ten years of vitality by the mosquitoes."
In the world of dreams, wishes co true.
Under the influence of this thought, a breeze blew over, and miraculously, the bodies of the officials twisted and turned in the wilderness regained their vitality; their flesh started growing back, and their vanished souls were restored.
...
A few militia mbers cleaning the battlefield and moving bodies happened to witness the scene of the previously skeletal bodies being revived, and they were so frightened that they scrambled away in terror.
"Ah, look over there, they are moving!" One of the more timid militia mbers scread and ran away at full speed.
"Playing dead, run! Help!"
Along with a large group of militia, they panicked and sprinted for their lives.
After a good while, realizing the bodies weren’t chasing them, the group slowly caught their breath.
An experienced middle-aged man asured the breath from the nose of a "corpse" and felt the warm breath, shouting in astonishnt, "What playing dead, Chu San, this man is alive! He hasn’t died yet!"
This young man nad Chu San mustered his courage and turned around to see indeed it was a living person.
The middle-aged man felt the pulse of another body, "This person isn’t dead either... what’s going on? I rember, his brain was out, was it an illusion?"
"I rember too, half of his brain was gone." The group was utterly confused.
As they checked one by one, they grew more surprised and even terrified.
"How... how co none are dead? Not even one?"
...
...
Wang Hao looked at the astonished faces of these peasants and felt suprely joyful, "Let’s leave it at that, I won’t modify anything else."
"I won’t deal with the taoist who escaped either, that’s the main plot, let’s keep it for longer enjoynt."
"It’s always good to have fewer casualties. Hehehe..."
The feeling of modifying was irresistibly good. Although Wang Hao liked hardcore gas, he did not enjoy torturing himself, happiness is what mattered most.
However, he thought it was necessary to find another way to address the frequent deaths of guests; it wasn’t possible to solve problems by modifying the ga every ti.
"What thod can give these pioneers so additional security?"
Glancing at the two big turtles who were exhausted from using too much divine power and who had made outstanding contributions in the war,
"This turtle’s combat strength is decent. During the war, Courageous Mother fought bravely and selflessly, deserving a promotion to ’Lieutenant Turtle’."
As if sensing sothing, Courageous Mother’s head perked up, looking around.
"And Turtle Spirit Mother, being timid and newly arrived, shouldn’t hold a higher rank than Courageous Mother; she can only be a ’Junior Lieutenant Turtle’."
It was just these two turtles, without many followers, what to do.
At least as a junior lieutenant, a lieutenant, they were minor officials, how could they be without soldiers?
Wang Hao thought for a while, rembering those century-old turtles at Lake Entrance.
These old turtles were honest and unlikely to have done any wrong, all potential recruits.
Scenes of a massive charge by "Turtle Soldiers and Turtle Generals" flooded his mind, and Wang Hao couldn’t help but laugh. Could the first step into the world of Heavenly Gate really be to recruit "Turtle Soldiers and Turtle Generals" to form a reliable force?
"Ah, that’ll do, ti to go to sleep."
Planning to this point, Wang Hao felt he had played enough in this vivid dream, and his consciousness left the Mountain and Sea Realm, sinking into a deeper dream and falling fast asleep.
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Near Qingshi Town in the Mountain and Sea Realm, a large group of militia was moving the wounded.
War, disease, hunger, amidst these nurous scars, the local civilians were long accustod to them. In their bewildering and brief lives, whether having grand mansions or just needing a six-foot plot to sleep at night, even though they might possess great wealth, they still ate only three als a day. Death, in the locals’ eyes, was not much of a suffering, rather another form of release.
But the outco of the war was a significant blow to the pioneering team from Earth, Blue Star.
Everyone busied themselves with their work to avoid pondering too much. Even the most optimistic Pan Hao sighed in dismay.
"Report, sothing strange is happening outside the city... Those officials are alive, showing signs of life!"
"They are all alive! It seems... it seems none has died."
"What?!!"
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