[Today is another day full of hope! 】

The voice of the dog's narrator wakes the curtain from its sleep.

His eyes opened, and he looked at the ceiling above him with a bit of confusion, and after a long time, he got up and began to do his daily routine.

Eat, exercise, play games.

As for the contents of those tablets, he didn't want to study them for a while.

Life is not easy, but it's easier to be heartless.

After sitting on the bed and playing games for about an hour, the curtain also put down the game console depressedly.

Compared with the fourth level, the fifth level is a bit more terrifying.

With the help of [Dynamic Awareness], you can see the mechanisms in various places and the trajectory of your attacks, but the reaction is even worse, and it doesn't do much to see clearly.

Putting the console down, the curtain sat on the bed for a few minutes, thinking about what to do next.

Soon his eyes were on the flower bed in the corner.

"It seems like it hasn't been watered in a while."

With a mutter, he got up, picked up the sparkling water, went to the flower bed, and poured a few bottles into it.

When I saw that the soil was wet and completely discolored, I stopped watering.

After tightening the cap, the curtain began to look at the plants in front of him, which almost covered half of the room.

(Tree of Life)

The name that appeared in front of him made the curtain stunned.

The name of the Tree of Life is so familiar that you only need to read a few books to know how precious this tree is.

That's the origin of the Middle Elves.

But...

Makuya looked at the vines in front of him covered with strange sharp teeth and various twisted patterns on the leaves.

It's hard to connect it to the tree of life that you know in your mind.

[Isn't that the number of lives in other worlds watered with the fountain of life, but what about the curtain? Boiling water, sparkling water, distorted blood, distorted fertilizer, look what the hell these are, it's normal to be crooked. 】

“...”

Hearing the dog narrator talk about fertilizer, Makuya looked down at the soil and found that all the flesh and blood residue that had been spilled before had disappeared.

He pursed his lips and beckoned the Great Orb over, grabbing a handful of flesh and blood from its body, covering the surface of the dirt once more.

It doesn't matter what it grows, just plant it with pleasure.

After fertilizing, the curtain became idle again.

And his gaze involuntarily fell on the slabs.

“...”

After a moment of silence, he walked over.

"Think of it as passing the time."

As he spoke, he picked up a tablet, opened it and read the contents.

Soon, a strange look appeared on Makuya's face.

Because the information recorded on this tablet is not history, nor academic, but biographies.

With curiosity, he randomly clicked on a book called "What Misunderstanding You May Have About My Sword".

...

"Damn!? Why is it gone? ”

The curtain also looked at the unfinished chapter written in the last chapter.,Want to scold the mother.。

It can only be said that the author of this world is really bad, if it were him, then even the end of the world would have to be even worse!

Depressed, he turned off the tablet, subconsciously glanced in the direction of the alarm clock, and then was stunned.

Because the world now has come to six o'clock in the afternoon before you know it.

"How did it get to this point, I remember I just watched it for a while..."

The curtain also shook his head, and he had to sigh, it was not a loss of time vanishing technique.

He really didn't feel that it had been long, and because he had been swallowing inkstone, he didn't feel hungry, which made him realize that so much time had passed after reading it.

Shaking his head, he tossed the tablet aside in his hand.

If I read another copy, I'm afraid I'll get it tomorrow.

After looking around the room, Makuya finally set his eyes on the diary.

"I don't think I wrote in a while."

Muttering a word, he picked up the diary and opened it.

"Rustle~"

The tip of the pen rubs against the paper quickly, and the liquid in it overflows, leaving a mark that belongs to it in the snow-white place.

A moment later.

The curtain also put down the pen, closed the diary, and then opened it.

(How to make an earthen bomb)

Looking at the new content, the curtain also lit up.

The earthen bomb in this diary is not the kind from World War II, but a bomb made of earth.

Made of pure clay without any additives.

Although it seems a little unreliable, the theory above is the Tao.

In addition, this world is not scientific in the first place, so in the end, the curtain still decided to try.

Soon, he found some cloud soil in the room, which he had collected before to feed the little evil ball.

Mixing a glass of water into it, the curtain began to pinch it.

The way to make this dirt bomb is very simple.

It is composed of three parts, earth, earth, and earth.

All you need to do is pinch out the unique structure and then merge the three parts together to create a powerful bomb.

According to the diary, a fist-sized earthen bomb can blow up a four-square-square area, and the power is quite terrifying.

But it's also because it's too powerful.,So the curtain also plans to live in a small one to try it first.,If you can really use it.,In the choice to make it bigger.。

A thumb-sized amount of white cloud was taken out, and the curtain began to be made.

Ten minutes later...

He tossed aside the cloud of dirt he had killed, and replaced it with a fist-sized one.

The previous piece was too small, and it didn't work out the internal structure.

This time, if you choose a material of the same size as in the production brief, you will definitely be able to pinch it out.

Five minutes later..

[The curtain also pinched all the clouds and soil together, he felt that he was so big, how could he pinch a small one and hastily? Must be the largest! 】

A minute later...

"Smack!"

The curtain also smashed a lump of cloud soil the size of a basketball in his hand to the ground.

The texture of this cloud soil is too brittle, and it is impossible to pinch out that earth bomb.

"Looks like we'll have to wait until the next area arrives and see what the soil is like over there."

"Teeth!"

Just as Makuya was planning the next regional plan, his legs and feet were suddenly pulled by the little skeleton.

Makuya looked down.

I found that the little guy was looking up at himself, and he was holding something in his hand, which was constantly shaking, as if he wanted to show himself.

Makuya crouched down and looked at the little skeleton's smooth head before looking at the item in its hand.

It was an intricately structured white ball, the size of a thumb.

(Cloud Bomb)

“...”

Makuya glanced at the place where he had just thrown the first piece of cloud, and his facial muscles twitched.

The homemade bomb in the little skeleton's hand that had been made was the one he had lost earlier.

[Makuya feels like a waste, not even a bone that has just been born for a month, he feels that he has no face to live in this world. 】