wavenovel Chapter 11 [Edict - Midas Turning Stone into Gold]
Chapter 11 [Edict - Midas Turning Stone into Gold]
The more than a thousand years of Anthill's history are but a single day in reality.
He wiped the condensation from his breath on the glass and, after confirming that Wenming was walking forward step by step, he felt relieved.
Katz has achieved great success in his career, but perhaps his life is also somewhat miserable.
Sitting in the courtyard, basking in the warm autumn sun, I took out my phone and opened the balance page of Taobao, which barely amounted to four figures.
I looked again at the empty space that was originally planned to be World Two. Plans really can't keep up with changes.
"Sigh... I went too far and haven't produced anything. I'm almost broke."
Life is tough, and one can only sigh.
While the mental frost spores can relieve pain and slow the progression of cancer, they will eventually run out, and the user may develop drug resistance.
It... can prolong life, but it can't be eaten.
Now, immediately, right now, we must make money!
So, how should Xu make money?
He leaned back in his old wicker chair, rocking back and forth, casually scrolling through Douyin (TikTok) and lost in thought...
Frost spores?
Don't be silly, that thing is too risky. If it attracts the attention of some department, I might not want to live this leisurely life anymore.
Moreover, it's not even enough for myself; using it directly to make money would be a waste of resources.
As he pondered, he pulled out the Genesis Diary from his pocket again. Perhaps he was also someone with the memory of a fish. Aside from certain chuunibyou fantasies, the Genesis Diary was quite useful for recording the evolution of various civilizations.
As the saying goes, a bad pen is worse than a good memory.
I put my phone back in my pocket, then opened the book and started reading, page by page.
In the primordial era, the Moon Rot and Silver Wanderer clans were no longer a possibility; they were completely wiped out, and their remnants had been scattered throughout Anthill for thousands of years without causing a ripple.
In this current Anthill Era, the Kaz civilization...
Ugh!
I've got an idea!
He looked at the pages of records about the Kaz civilization in the Genesis Diary.
Deconstruct everything, reconstruct everything.
The essence of the Kaz civilization is a miniaturized super factory capable of precisely manipulating atoms and molecules.
Since it's a factory, it can naturally be used for production.
What do you produce?
Perhaps he had no intention of glancing at the barren land in the yard; here he was, wasn't he?
If cutting-edge technology creates something bad, it will only bring about annihilation.
The market demand is enormous...
But something of exceptional quality that far surpasses current standards... is undoubtedly the soil.
The lower limit of this stuff is high-end potting soil, sold to middle-class people who grow flowers and plants;
The upper limit is the foundation for an agricultural revolution that can transform saline-alkali lands and deserts, and it can even be sold to national-level research institutions.
Huge market, manageable risks, a tailor-made way to make your first pot of gold!
"You can't just command them to 'make money out of me,' but you have to use guidance like oracles."
"And an oracle must be symbolic and full of revelation."
Xu also took action.
He rummaged through the warehouse and found several tattered burlap sacks, collecting raw materials in the old courtyard that held his childhood memories.
The first handful of soil came from the most barren patch of land in the corner of the yard.
The area is perpetually shaded by eaves, preventing sunlight from reaching it. The soil there is hardened like stone, grayish-white, and dry; it crumbles instantly when grasped.
The second handful of soil was taken from the path leading to the field outside the back door of the old house.
The ground, compacted by countless footsteps and mixed with gravel and withered grass, becomes muddy and impassable when it rains and cracks like a net when the sun shines.
This is the most common, worthless dirt road surface.
The third handful of soil came from a patch of red earth at the foot of a nearby mountain.
It is extremely acidic and lacks minerals, so apart from some drought-resistant weeds, almost no crops grow there.
He sorted these most typical dead soil types into categories, each representing the most stubborn barrenness on the earth.
Then, Xu Ye walked into the quiet bamboo forest behind the mountain.
Beneath the thick layer of fallen leaves lies dark, moist, and loose humus.
Grab a handful, and countless tiny lives will be conceived within them.
"This is... God's standard answer."
He placed this handful of black soil, rich in vitality, into a clean glass bottle.
This is the benchmark for the "Trial of the Gods," the ultimate goal that the Kaz civilization needs to achieve.
After doing all this, Xu returned to the palace, before Anthill.
"Kaz, heed my command." Xu Ye stared intently at the already taking shape nest city in the middle layer of the ecological box.
He conceptually equated his nearly depleted vitality with these barren, lifeless lands.
They all lack vitality.
The fertile soil in that bottle represents the healthy and vibrant state of life he desires.
Some images were imprinted into the world of Anthill and into the collective consciousness network of Kaz by his will.
Just like how the world in the pool manipulated the primordial conflict between the Moon Rot and Silver Wanderer races.
In the image, the grayish-white gravel and scarlet clay turn black and soft under the caress of an invisible hand.
The dried seeds fall into it, and within seconds they take root, sprout, flower, and bear fruit...
After conveying this message, Xu opened the feed inlet of the ecological box and poured the bags of barren soil, representing the problems, into the middle layer of the cave.
Within the area of Katz's "Nest City".
He took the standard answer from the glass bottle.
He also threw in a handful of fertile, humus-rich black soil, letting it land not far from the dead soil.
After doing all this, Xu was almost completely exhausted.
"My apostle, do not disappoint me."
……
The Anthill Era, approximately 1024.
Inside the most central temple of the hive, the wise king Kaz was immersed in the simulation of the gods.
Based on the limited data captured during the last miracle, they have initially established a conceptual model of God.
A magnificent being composed of incomprehensible matter, generating immense heat and spatial disturbances, and possessing biological characteristics.
The entire computing power of the civilization is dedicated to perfecting this model.
And the "sky" cracked open once again.
Several enormous, mixed-material objects appeared out of thin air, carrying an aura that was out of place in this world.
Another small clump of matter fell down as well.
The entire hive city's operations came to a standstill.
King, Kaz, detached himself from the imitation of God.
It immediately analyzed the new divine oracle.
That image of the transformation of "vitality," and that magnificent will.
"God... has sent down another trial."
"His goal is 'life'."
Understand God, emulate God, and deal with God.
And completing God's task is the best way to understand God!
This time, God not only presented the question, but also, unusually, provided a point of reference!
This is a blessing!
"The top priority has changed!"
"Suspend the 'God Form' simulation project! All computing power is redirected to the single highest priority task—'Oracle: Turning Stone into Gold'!"
Chaodu is moving!
In the center of the temple, Kaz floated in the air.
Its liquid metal body reflects the busy figures of its people.
It understood.
Life... So this is the essence that God seeks.
[Year 1024 of the Anthill Era: The Creator sent down a second divine oracle, commanding Kaz to transform the barren land into fertile soil. The wise King Kaz led his entire race in response.]