Doomsday Wonderland

After repeatedly comparing the chocolate cake card with the chocolate cake on the back seat of the car, Lin Sanjiu felt that her chest was getting hotter and hotter, and something was bulging, making her palms itchy and sweaty. If her method is really feasible, then... wouldn't her ability mean that she would become one of the creators?

The logic of the solution was very clear, and no matter what she thought, there was nothing wrong with the logic.

The cake drawn on the card, plus a text description, appeared in this place out of thin air - regardless of why it appeared here - this is equivalent to saying that she came from nowhere just relying on the image and description. Someone created a "chocolate cake".

A part of matter is created, which means that some energy is created; then as long as the woman at the arsenal tells her the appearance and description of the item, can't she copy the same equipment?

In order for him to get this piece of equipment, Lin Sanjiu specifically told the painter to use a piece of ground under the nearby telegraph pole as the background; so that when the thing appears, it will appear on this fixed background. . Then, she asked the woman repeatedly and carefully seven or eight times. Until she felt that what the artist had drawn based on the description was almost accurate, she asked her life coach to write a description for her - her right hand It is still being held in the mouth of the southern goose, which is not very convenient.

Compared to drawing pictures out of thin air, writing is naturally much easier.

By the time the life mentor finished writing the description, Lin Sanjiu had been standing under the telephone pole waiting for a long time. She took the card, her heart beating loudly; if there really was an [Energy Diluter] here... then there would be almost no difference between her ability and the Creator.

...Is her ability really that powerful?

After a few minutes, God seemed to give her an answer - the concrete floor was still empty.

"It's strange, there is no problem with the text description." The life coach murmured.

The hope that fell instantly left a hollow feeling in his chest. Lin Sanjiu became slightly anxious. After connecting to the arsenal communicator and confirming that the content was correct, this anxiety began to become clear. "Is the image wrong?" she asked, knowing that the life coach didn't have a definite answer. "It's different from the original product, so that's why it doesn't appear?"

But this doesn’t seem to make sense.

Let's take the chocolate cake as an example - the appearance, color and design of the cake are all the artist's own. There is no sample at all, and there is no "right or wrong" to speak of. If she can create an item with only graphics and description, then theoretically, no matter what the [Energy Diluter] in the arsenal looks like, she will get something if she asks the artist to draw it. This kind of [Energy Diluter] is right.

Lin Sanjiu was puzzled and searched under nearby telephone poles, but still found nothing. The painter's grasp of details was very precise, and the piece of ground he painted was unique and only available in this place; she actually vaguely guessed that there would be no results before she looked for it.

"What's the difference between the two?" the life coach asked enlighteningly after she came back empty-handed. "Find the differences and maybe you'll know why only one of them appears."

One can eat it and the other cannot? One is a rare item, the other is commonplace? Lin Sanjiu himself rejected the first few ideas that jumped up. She stood outside the car window, staring at the chocolate cake and its card for a long time, and suddenly took a breath of air.

"Painter," she called over her shoulder, took out a new blank card, and handed it to him. "You draw a wooden board on the same background, and I'll take a look."

The painter took the card and painted a wooden board in a short time. Lin Sanjiu kept staring at the concrete floor, which remained motionless - but just after she blinked, a piece of wood lay quietly on the ground, as if it had been lying there all along. .

"You draw another smartphone."

This time, several human-shaped objects, including several, were impatient to wait, and there was still no cell phone. The life coach said to himself: "What? Those with low technological content can appear, but those with high technological content cannot?"

Lin Sanjiu was already 70% to 80% sure that she knew what was going on. She felt that half of the strength she had gained from anticipation was suddenly gone, leaving her with a soft, empty shell.

"It's because of me," she smiled bitterly. "I can completely understand simple things like wooden boards and cakes, such as where the wooden boards come from and how to make cakes. Although mobile phones are common and I have used them for many years, I don't understand them at all. How a mobile phone is made, what technology is used, what is the internal structure... And I know less about the arsenal [energy diluter] than the mobile phone."

"Then what are you going to do?" The goddess suddenly interjected. "If you need me to divine..."

Lin Sanjiu didn't answer. She didn't hear it at all, she was completely immersed in her thoughts.

Nan Guiyan was still stuck in her hand, and she felt as if if she just pulled it out again, all her problems would be solved. Having already reached this point, she would not be willing to give up no matter what. She did not believe it. She would really be forced to do nothing.

While she was lost in thought, the painter held the two cards and walked around her several times, as if he didn't know what to do with them. Lin Sanjiu didn't want to see these two cards at all. He circled them around a few times like flies, and simply snatched them away. He stretched out his hand and erased the images on the cards.

"Leave me alone to think about it," she waved her hand, trying to send the painter away. As soon as she turned her head, her movements paused.

After the image on the card was erased, the wooden planks in the parking lot disappeared with it.

This seems natural...but then...

Lin Sanjiu looked at where the wooden plank had been and thought for a while.

"Painter," she said slowly, handing over the chocolate cake card. "You can change this picture, can you do it? Change it to look like the cake has been eaten."

The painter obediently took out the paint. Lin Sanjiu listened to the rustling of his paintbrush behind him, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the chocolate cake in the car - after a while, the cake suddenly changed, as if it had been bitten by an invisible person. Take a bite.

She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath.

"Now, stand opposite me," she added another command as soon as the sound of the paintbrush stopped. The painter stood in front of her holding a bunch of things, and she raised her hands. "Draw this trash can, be careful in choosing the background, and don't include me in the composition. Remember, people must know at a glance that it is this trash can, not any other trash can in the world. "

The life coach suddenly said "Oh" - as if he had already understood her intention.

Although she is not a scientific researcher, what Lin Sanjiu is doing step by step at this time is to rely on experiments to overturn or verify conjectures.

If "adding" new things to this space doesn't work, what if she "subtracts" things from this space?

Although the cake that has been bitten off is reduced in matter, the reduced matter also contains energy. So, is it possible that she simply reduces energy?

"The painting is done!" The life mentor was more anxious than she was, and the painter shouted as soon as he stopped writing. Lin Sanjiu stared closely at the trash can in her hand - she was really worried that if she blinked, she would see a similar trash can on the ground. After waiting for a while, she gradually exhaled the breath she was holding.

...Everything is still the same, there is nothing extra on the ground.

That's right, things that she doesn't understand how to create will not be created. In addition, the artist's portrait of the silver trash can is even more lifelike and realistic than a photo. It is unmistakable at a glance - that is to say, just as she guessed, what the artist painted is As expected, no more "silver trash cans" were created in this space.

"Tutor," she said hoarsely, "I will read you the description of this trash can now, and you write it on the card."

The life coach didn't even remember to charge a fee, so he nodded and took out his pen.

When everything was completed, Lin Sanjiu felt a little dazed holding the [Silver Trash Can] card he had just created. If she cardifies the silver trash can, she will get an identical card; now that the trash can is still hanging in her hand, she has an extra card of it.

There seemed to be some twists and turns here, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net needed her to think carefully, but she couldn't delay now. Lin Sanjiu handed the card back to the artist and whispered, "Now, draw a gap on the trash can on this card."

The goddess slapped her thigh with a "snap".

"So that's what you had in mind!" She sighed, but no one answered her - the painter was painting with his head down, and Lin Sanjiu and the instructor were focusing on the trash can in her hand.

...Since she couldn't disperse the energy that formed the trash can, she might as well try to make it lose one piece. There is something that the woman in the arsenal doesn't know - there really is a way to make energy disappear in this world.

Under the scorching eyes of everyone, a long crack gradually opened on the silver trash can, and the barrel body was devoured bit by bit until a big mouth was torn open.

The force that had been holding Lin Sanjiu's fingertips suddenly let go of her; a strong wind lifted the strands of hair around Lin Sanjiu's ears - something rushed out.

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