I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms Chapter 327 "How do you plan to pay the bill?

"Hmm."

Yuan Buping nodded his head helplessly and said, "You're completely taking the perspective of a spectator, but if it weren't for Miao, and you actually had to charge in first, you probably wouldn't regret it ending too soon."

"If any of the beliefs on Blue Star were truly effective, no matter which one,"

"Then Miao's accrued rit should already be enough for him to ascend on the spot, right?"

"It's also unknown whether creating all life on a planet, or saving all life on a planet, which of these deeds has the highest rit."

Zhou Shen, with a smile on his face and a click of his tongue, said, "That's getting a bit philosophical, isn't it? But according to my guess, if all the life on Blue Star was really created by soone, that person probably wouldn't feel much gratitude towards Miao right now."

"Even though Miao has saved the lives of everyone on this planet several tis over."

"Because a creator would not allow soone as powerful as themselves or even more powerful to exist."

"Of course, all this is speculation, and so far, we can be quite sure that the beliefs on Blue Star are illusory and nonexistent."

By now.

From their current perspective, belief was nothing but lies to them.

The entire universe might just be a huge fishbowl.

Where would there be any deities?

Deities confined in a fishbowl?

That just sounds too low-ranking.

"It's hard to say."

Black Doctor spoke thoughtfully, "Doesn't every civilization have its own direction of developnt? Maybe long ago, Blue Star was on the path to developing a civilization of deities, only to encounter a significant downgrading of civilization as it is now, and then the painstakingly developed civilization of deities was destroyed, leaving behind only fragnts of legends that ford into beliefs."

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Everyone was hanging in midair, eagerly chatting away.

The scene looked sowhat comical.

Soft ladders as a mode of transportation were indeed a tad indecorous, while at the sa ti, Blue Star players began to teleport back ho one after another. Staying here no longer had any significance; the civilization war had officially co to an end.

As for the remaining players of the Stone Fort Civilization, as soon as the announcent sounded, they fled back imdiately.

With their current population below 1%, they needed to hurry back. The only fate left for them if they didn't was to die there. Of course, even if so players managed to escape back, they were rely living on borrowed ti, waiting to die.

The whole world had been destroyed by the flood, and the population had abruptly diminished to less than 1%.

The entire civilization, if not outright extinct, had regressed to a primitive agrarian period. They now had their work cut out for them. How long it would take to return to their forr glory was uncertain, and in the anti, who knew what crises would erge.

...

At this mont, Blue Star was ripe for revival!

Almost every player had gathered in the wilderness outside their cities, feeling a sense of relief as all the burdens they carried seed to lift, and they chatted with those around them.

Finally, it was all over.

Although the secret realm "Death 79" allowed Blue Star players to escape a fate of being inundated by floods, many ordinary people had also died. Yet, without any official statistics released, it was uncertain how many people perished under the floodwaters during that massive, brief migration.

In the distance, the city, corroded by floods to the point of being riddled with holes, saw its buildings slowly collapsing and disintegrating before starting to gradually revert to their state before the floods arrived.

The entire planet was rebooting.

This was the reward for winning the civilization war; the entire planet would be restored to its pre-flood state to help them quickly restart their abandoned holand. During this process, they would have to stay outside the city to avoid being swept up as construction materials.

"That's pretty good."

Chen Miao had already returned to Fengtian City, standing on the desolate plains of Fengtian City, looking out at the dense crowd around him, then at the slowly reassembling city in the distance, he remained silent, his expression calm.

This journey had finally co to an end.

Suddenly, he had a good idea. The "Zhiren Race" had parasitized his body, plaguing him for a long ti, and no matter what he did, he couldn't extract it.

It was only later, with Black Doctor's help, that he managed to contain the Zhiren Race's reproductive speed by continually injuring himself in rapid succession, temporarily preventing them from invading his brain.

But this was just a stopgap asure.

It didn't completely solve the problem of the "Zhiren Race" nacing his body, like now, the number of Zhiren inside him had once again begun to proliferate wildly during the 79 days spent in the secret realm.

Their numbers had grown to the point of once again threatening his life.

This ant he had to return to Broken Pot City and into that special secret realm where one couldn't die, to inhibit the spread of the Zhiren Race through suffering high-intensity injuries.

If he were honest.

This race disgusted him, much like a cockroach that couldn't be killed; it clung to him, and he couldn't shake it off or chase it away.

Yet, he just happened to obtain an item called the "Civilization Sphere."

This item could force a civilization of no significance into this object that resembled a Pokéball.

"...sigh."

Chen Miao took a deep breath with a serious expression, targeted the "Zhiren Race" civilization within his body, and activated the Civilization Sphere in his hand. However, a ssage quickly popped up before his eyes.