Use sandbox to build a full-time hunter in Marvel

Looking at the sand table suspended in front of him, Wordsworth's eyes were full of joy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Sure enough, this kind of act of embodying an object must have enough impression to be able to do it. Wordsworth said with a smile as he circled around the sand table

"So, the kind of people who want to take advantage of the fact that they are embodied and become an arsenal of weapons that can manifest all their weapons.

It's almost impossible to do, and it requires an extremely strong mental ability.

Unless, he has a very precise processing bed, and is more familiar with weapons, it is possible to reach the point of such an arsenal. "

Wordsworth thought of the setting of telekinesis that he had seen in some full-time hunters in his previous life.

It is also clear in my mind that there are limitations to the ability to set this way.

After thinking about these things for a while, and relaxing the excitement I was feeling just now.

Once again, Wordsworth focused on the sand table suspended in the air.

Next, it's time for him to set up an ability for his telekinesis that suits it.

If the setting is wrong, then Wordsworth's telekinesis will be abolished.

For this kind of thing, Wordsworth absolutely does not allow to exist.

So, for the rest of the period, Wordsworth didn't practice at all.

Instead, he sat in the middle of the hall, quietly thinking about his ability to read.

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Time passed slowly.

Soon, the time had come 2 hours after Wordsworth came out of the Full-Time Hunter World!

During this time, Wordsworth has been thinking about the question of how to make the best use of his telekinesis.

Wordsworth thought a lot about this question.

However, in the end, it was all denied by himself.

Without him, just because, Wordsworth knows.

If he really follows these assumptions, then his telekinesis will be reduced to waste.

After all, there is such a thing as a sand table, the ability to think of it.

It's nothing more than the ability to simulate the sand table of the world.

Or make a very realistic 3D projection.

It can even pull people's consciousness closer to the sand table, using illusions and the like.

These abilities look very good.

But in the eyes of Wordsworth, who has a world simulation sandbox, it is really a bit of a chicken rib.

After all, the world simulation sandbox can't be projected in 3D.

But its domineering ability to forcibly pull the consciousness of living beings into it is not much stronger than the setting Wordsworth thought.

Moreover, there is no need for Wordsworth to provide a large amount of mental energy supply activities.

Because of all kinds of worries, as well as a fancy for one's own mental ability.

So, until Wordsworth returned from the Hunter World Full-Time side, he hadn't thought of an ability that would satisfy him.

Until he returned to his room and saw the moment when the world simulated a sandbox.

He finally thought of what kind of telekinesis he needed.

Yes, Wordsworth thought of it.

He found that he didn't need to be so entangled in whether his mental ability was strong or not.

Instead, he needs a telekinesis ability to help him control the world simulation sand table.

Now, the world simulation sandbox has two limitations, which Wordsworth finds unfortunate.

First, there is no way to control the outside world in the world simulation sand table, and at most there is only one forced absorption of life consciousness into it, plus a little bit of cell attraction function.

The second is that the world simulation sand table has no way to hide, and it is not like those magic weapons, which can be included in one's own body for protection.

These two limitations are definitely a major trouble for the world's simulated sandbox.

Therefore, Wordsworth wondered if he could use his telekinesis ability to cover up the two limitations of the world simulation sand table.

Hum~

And at this moment, the Nian Qi seed in Wattsworth's body also played a role.

The powerful force directly rushed through Wordsworth's closed fine hole.

Let a lot of life energy escape.

Seeing this, Wordsworth temporarily put aside the thinking he had just thought about his telekinesis and seriously controlled these life energy.

Because I already have a lot of experience with 'entanglement'.

So soon, Wordsworth controlled his mental qi and let them form a mental qi layer.

After feeling this power in the true sense, Wordsworth couldn't help but grin.

"Finally, finally gained the ability to protect yourself in this fucking world. "

"However, now is not the time to talk about this, the safety of the World Simulation Sandbox is more of a priority. "

"If I don't take care of it, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time leaving this room. "

With this in mind, Wordsworth began to experiment with the setting.

Then, the time came to the present two hours later.

Mindfulness: The sand table of the gods

1. It can be fused with the world simulation sand table, so that the sand table can be recycled. (Need for the world simulation sandbox is not excluded.) ）

For the time being, there is only one mindfulness ability that sets conditions, and after Wordsworth spent a little time, it also appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Phew, the next thing is to make sure that your idea is correct, even if it doesn't work out.

Because this is a targeted setting, it will not affect your mental ability too much. "

Taking a deep breath, Wordsworth came from scratch in front of the World Simulation Sandbox.

There is no hesitation, after all, hesitation will lead to defeat.

The sand table that controls the gods suspended in the air is directly covered by the position of the world simulation sand table.

Then, Wordsworth looked in that direction expectantly, his heart beating and he couldn't control it at all.

In this case, don't say anything calm.

In the face of this kind of big event related to his own survival in the future, as long as he is not a reckless man who is not convinced by life and death.

I'm afraid that no one can calm down.

As the sand table of the gods landed on the simulated sand table of the world, the simulated sand table of the world shook slightly.

Looking at this scene, Wordsworth's heart had already reached his throat.

If it weren't for the fact that his throat wasn't big enough, Wordsworth felt like his heart would have jumped out to give him a brain.

Well, it seems that there is no way to calm down, otherwise, how could such an idea come to me.

Here, sensing the gods' intention to fuse with the sand table, the world simulation sand table seems to be very dissatisfied with this.

It's a strange thing that it's an unintelligent object, but it feels this way...