The bedroom door slowly closed.
The noisy sounds were shut out, the flas flickered in the fireplace, and the room was warm and bright.
Lin Lan leaned against the window, his whole body completely relaxed.
Perhaps the experience of wildly charging through the neon night sky while clutching a giant moth was too exhilarating, even though his body was extrely weak, Lin Lan was still sowhat excited.
He couldn’t fall asleep for a while, so he simply cald down and started organizing the chaotic information he’d collected in his mind over this period.
Upon careful thought, this world could be described as extrely abstract.
The Celestial Calamities fluttered through history and the sea in various forms, while the Ouroboros always eyed the world nacingly.
So far, Lin Lan had only collected the nas of two Ouroboros; they were the ’Beauty God’ and the ’Starry Monarch’, with the forr accelerating the decline of the giant civilization and the latter corrupting the upper managent of the Celestial Principle Company.
Who knows how many more ’outsiders’ were hovering around the table.
To make matters worse, the world had abandoned the gods ant to redeem humanity.
The Red Moon was slumbering, the Eternal Fierce Sun chose to perish, Justice went insane, Dr. Tianli was missing, and their fates all pointed towards another significant problem.
The so-called ’faith’ had been the root of the error all along.
The gods in this world were not supre beings but slaves to rules and concepts.
Even the most heinous scoundrels could ascend to the Celestial Kingdom’s halls through sheer faith, receiving blessings to transform into the immortal Holy Spirit.
Whether it be the Sun or Justice, their veins flowed with irremovable maggots and flies, a curse and sorrow that the gods could never escape.
In summary, this world was long overdue for a cure, plagued with ailnts inside and out.
Lin Lan couldn’t tell whether the end tis turned the world into a cesspool or if the world had been a cesspool all along.
All these accumulated reasons naturally led to the downfall of once-glorious civilizations one after another.
As ti progressed, historians were isolated, elves forgot their holands, and giants slumbered forever in the depths of the sun.
Everything was spiraling down uncontrollably.
Even if future generations wanted to salvage the scattered relics of past civilizations, they’d have to face the malice and curses of the sea...
The sky outside was dark.
It was already dusk, the thick clouds hadn’t dispersed, and gradually, snowflakes began to fall, reflecting in the boy’s gray eyes.
Lin Lan quietly contemplated, his thoughts seemingly detached from his body, casting a scrutinizing gaze upon himself.
He was a Transmigrator, like those ’Ouroboros’, he was an ’outsider’ to this world.
The ’Card Book’ was the ’authority’ he held.
This was likely the real reason the Ouroboros followers feared him, and the Sun and Justice regarded him with respect.
If the ’pollution’ represented by the end tis was derived from indescribable external concepts, then the abstract network concepts stored in Lin Lan’s mind were definitely no joke...
The extraterrestrial pollution that locals avoided like the plague might just be a drizzle for Lin Lan.
In so sense, Lin Lan stood alongside the corrupted local Ouroboros Angels, and it was uncertain who was truly the source of pollution...
Lin Lan grinned slightly.
However, he also understood that although he wouldn’t be affected by the Celestial Calamity’s pollution, individual uniqueness ant nothing in the face of the survival of billions of lives.
On another note, the world had quite the resilience, even after being plagued by the Ouroboros for so many years, new civilizations would still resiliently stand in the world.
Truly a Disaster-Resistant King.
Lin Lan’s thoughts wandered wildly before refocusing on the perspective of the real world.
It was widely known that the land was an absolute sanctuary, and the Celestial Calamities from the deep sea would never actively co ashore.
This was the foundation of the current ’Age of Exploration’ prosperity, but Lin Lan always harbored doubts about this ’common knowledge.’
Perhaps the end tis had long arrived, and the Ouroboros were rely boiling the frog in warm water...
The snowflakes outside the window beca denser, and in the blink of an eye, the roads that were cleared by the townsfolk were covered with a layer of white again.
Lin Lan’s gaze turned profound as he continued to let his thoughts wander.
The most challenging part was that for the two current giants, the terms ’Ouroboros’, ’Gods’, and ’End tis’ were all unfamiliar concepts never heard of.
If the truth were forcefully spread, the fate of the Black Emperor was the only example.
The old saying still holds, you have to be strong to forge iron; developnt is the absolute hard truth.
But how to develop required careful thought, high rises, and technology wouldn’t magically sprout from the ground.
As the lord of the Apocalypse Ark, he must co up with a solid developnt plan rather than running around chaotically.
Lin Lan’s thoughts gradually beca clearer.
The Apocalypse Ark not only needed to unearth the treasures and technologies of ancient civilizations but also keep pace with the tis, connecting the ’castles in the air’ from the past with reality.
Of course, while steadily advancing these efforts, the new Ark still had one critical task to complete.
At this mont, Lin Lan’s eyes turned sowhat cold.
— It’s ti to begin purging the pests spreading the plague!
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The long night would eventually pass, with the dawn of morning arriving as expected.
The snow had already disappeared without a trace, and people seed to have endless work to do, with the territory bustling with activity.
Seagull Town was like a ravenous beast, greedily devouring the resources and population of the Southern Territory, then rapidly expanding and growing, baring its fangs at the nobles.
The once impoverished open-air blacksmith shop had transford into a spacious and beautiful brick house, with a corner of the room piled with ’Activated tal Composite Material’ that Lin Lan had brought out from Ideal City.
The young gray-haired lord stood beside the lting Furnace, intensely observing the plate armor crafted by the foreman Abel.
The helt, chest armor, leg guards, arm guards, shoulder pads, and neck guards were all placed in the most eye-catching position; even if the room was a bit dim, they still shone brightly, capturing attention.
The composite materials originally used for crafting vehicle shells were now turned into warrior armor under Lin Lan’s arrangents!
It might sound like a bit of a reversal... but Lin Lan had devised so new tasks.
He picked up an arm guard and observed carefully.
The blazing sunlight had been hamred into it by the workers.
The arm guard was very light, presented in a pristine pale gold color, gently shaken, and a brilliant gleam danced and flowed on its surface.
So dazzling.
Lin Lan nodded in satisfaction, turning to Abel: "Were there any issues when crafting this set of equipnt?"
"Very smooth, my Lord!"
The broad-shouldered and strong-ard foreman respectfully replied.
He stood up straight, his eyes full of confident brilliance: "Even though the materials you provided were a bit unusual, they softened and were easy to shape when enveloped by the Sunlit Ash Soil!"
"My Lord, although this set of plate armor is much lighter than ordinary equipnt, its hardness is astonishingly remarkable..."
Even though the piece was crafted by his own hands, Abel’s eyes still brimd with admiration: "We tried testing this armor with conventional weapons, and the result was... no weapon could leave even a scratch on it."
Centurion Jay was standing right behind Lin Lan at this mont.
He stared intently at the beautiful equipnt, swallowed hard, his heart beating faster and faster.
A few days ago, the Lord had workers asure his height and shoulder width specifically. Could it be...
"Give it a try, Jay."
Lin Lan turned his head and smiled, patting the Centurion’s shoulder: "This set of equipnt is crafted especially for you."
"Yes! My Lord!"
The young man responded in a trembling voice, almost impatiently rushing over to start trying on the equipnt.
Monts later, a golden, radiant Heavy Armored Warrior appeared before Lin Lan!
The cold faceplate concealed the warrior’s face, he stood tall, holding a golden long spear, the red cloak slightly swaying, as if the sunlight was about to ignite on him!
Holy, solemn, majestic...
The warrior rely standing there made everyone present unable to look away.
In the next mont, he knelt on one knee before Lin Lan.
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