Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

"Come on!", "Good morning!", "Are you late today?"

As soon as he pushed his bicycle into the Mortimer Bazaar, Bloom, the knife grinder, received warm greetings from the vendors.

——Bloom is over forty years old, which is considered a long life in the local area. He is wearing a coarse coat full of patches, and his skin is dark, which seems to be rust that cannot be washed off.

"Come here." Bloom responded with a smile, and occasionally boasted: "Today's food is good, juicy."

Mortimer Bazaar is like many small town fairs.

Small, crowded, cramped, but also lively.

None of the stone-paved ground is complete, broken, cracked, new, old, and so on.

The farmers who came from outside the city brought melons, fruits and vegetables, as well as mud and livestock manure.

In fact, the past two years have been pretty good. Before bicycles appeared two years ago, which one of the sellers was not a man with a horse on his back?

This man can control the lower orifice, but this beast can't!

Entering the bazaar is like entering a latrine, the stench is suffocating.

Oddly enough, at that time, Bloom didn't feel dirty at all, or didn't think about it at all.

After all, where is it not?

Even in front of the nobleman's door, you can often see a large pile of horse manure, and a knowledgeable person can smell from the smell whether eggs have been added to the fodder.

now what?

Seeing feces, Bloom was a little disgusted.

Fortunately, there is less manure, and the competition for night incense will be greater. Generally, it will not take long for these livestock to be pulled out before someone collects the manure for composting, and the impact is not great.

Amid a burst of greetings, Bloom came to the old place.

This is the corner of the market. Generally, few stall owners are willing to set up stalls here. Only Bloom, who relies on repeat customers, likes it here.

When he got there, he set up his bicycle.

His bike is very special.

There are few of them to be found in the whole city.

On his back seat, a whetstone turntable was mounted, and the turntable was connected in series to the rear tire with a thick cloth belt.

As long as the rear wheel is suspended in the air, and the pedal is lightly pushed, the whetstone turntable will start to rotate immediately, sharpening the knife quickly and labor-saving.

The idea was not Bloom's idea.

He saw it on the Internet and thought it was very interesting, so he started to modify it.

At that time, it didn't take long for him to transform, and there were more competitors in the market.

Because sharpening the knife saves effort and is easy, the price of that man is very cheap, which attracts many people, forcing Bloom to follow suit.

Fortunately, Bloom is an old man in this industry, with connections and good skills.

Not long after, the competitor left. I heard that Chuanxiang had gone to sharpen his knife, but he stayed and continued to serve old customers all over the city.

In Bloom's words: 'That fellow can only deceive foreigners, and the next time he goes back, I'm sure no one will sharpen his knife again. '

Yes, in Bloom's view, sharpening knives is a technical job.

There are many tips in it,

He never tells anyone.

For example, if the customer is right-handed, the right side of the knife must be sharpened horizontally, and the left side of the knife must be sharpened vertically, and vice versa.

When encountering villagers’ kitchen knives, they only sharpen the blade, not the blade body. It is anti-rust and takes a long time.

If you encounter mercenaries and the like, you will have to grind them all out. If you look good, you will be sure to return them next time.

As soon as he left the stall, a group of people immediately gathered in front of the knife grinder Bloom's car—everyone likes to chat and fart in this wide place.

"Hey, Bloom, why hasn't your hand been healed yet?" The barber who had no business next to him came over with a look of surprise.

His voice attracted the attention of many people around him.

"Don't mention it, just raised enough money, and the printed organs are gone!" Bloom couldn't help but sighed again: "Oh, this is life!"

——Bloom's left hand was hit by a heavy object when he was young. Because he had no money to treat it, it became deformed. The fingers were everted and folded on the second knuckle, which looked like a bear's paw. At first glance, it was very It is infiltration.

"What the hell? The organ print is gone?" the barber looked surprised.

"When did it disappear? Why didn't I know?" Someone also exclaimed.

"You don't know yet?" A middle-aged man next to him looked surprised.

"I do not know?"

The barber was stunned. He didn't need organ printing, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He just knew that there was such a thing.

"I read in the news that the God of Transformation betrayed the God of the Internet, and the organ printing is the authority of the God of Transformation!" said the middle-aged man.

"Huh?" The barber was surprised.

"I don't know, right? The God of the Internet is merciful and pity us. That's why he formed an alliance with the God of Transformation. Who would have thought that this bastard, a little god, wouldn't be satisfied after being with the God of the Internet, and would betray him? No, organ It’s gone after printing, alas!”

An old man leaned forward, lowered his voice mysteriously, and cursed the God of Transformation secretly.

The other idlers gathered together and discussed in a low voice.

From the point of view of the uninitiated, which widow would they think they would talk about again?

"No, you said that the god of transformation is really bad, what is this called? This is called harming others and benefiting oneself!"

"That's the reason!"

"The god of the Internet is merciful, but it's a pity that I don't know people well, and I met the god of transformation."

"I heard that the God of Transformation was the God of Appraisal before, and it was the God of the Internet who robbed him of his godhead, so he betrayed him!" Someone chatted about the gossip.

"What the hell, what are you looking at? The dark web is spreading rumors, right? The god of the Internet really robbed him, and he will cooperate? Thinking about it is impossible."

"That's not true! There is no God of the Internet, does the God of Transformation have organ printing? Does the God of Transformation have universal printing? No! In my opinion, the God of Transformation is too bad, holding all the good things in his hands. It is the God of the Internet who is benevolent, He helped everyone because he couldn’t bear everyone’s suffering, and he betrayed the God of Transformation when he saw this and was unhappy.”

"So this is ah!"

A group of idlers were spitting and discussing disputes and conflicts among the gods, and the atmosphere gradually became heated.

However, Bloom, who was mixed in, had a dejected look on his face, and he hated the God of Transformation in his heart.

"Don't be sad, organ printing might come back anytime soon."

The barber noticed Bloom's sadness, and comforted him apologetically.

"It's okay, I've been here for most of my life, and it doesn't affect my life." Bloom smiled, looking like he didn't care.

Actually, does he really not care?

This is obviously impossible.

In fact, when [Organ Printing] came out, he had collected enough money, but it happened that his grandson fell ill and spent some.

When he made up for it again, unexpectedly [Organ Printing] was offline.

It can only be said that this is life!

"The gods all over the sky are all very selfish, high above us, and treat us like animals. Only the god of the Internet is really a good god, and he thinks of everything for us! Don't worry, Bloom, the god of the Internet is powerful, the god of transformation Dare to betray, I see, he won't live for a few days, [organ printing] will definitely appear again."

A greasy middle-aged man said.

As soon as the words fell, someone beside him suddenly exclaimed.

"Hey, look, [organ printing] has become [prosthetic modification], what does this mean?"

"Let me see!"

"Look at the meaning, it seems to be able to print organs again."

The crowd suddenly started talking.

It turned out that when we talked about organ printing, someone curiously opened the Internet to check it out, and never thought that they would see [Prosthetic Limb Transformation]!

"Bloom, why don't you try?"

"Yeah, didn't you say you were rich? Try it and don't disappear again."

The crowd grew curious and encouraged Bloom even more.

"This... is also good!"

Bloom gritted his teeth and decided to cure his deformed right hand.

In the eyes of everyone watching, he clicked on [Prosthetic Remodeling], and when he was about to pay for the Internet currency, [Prosthetic Remodeling] suddenly reminded him that he needed to go to an open area far away from the city.

"Stay away from the city? What does that mean?" The onlookers looked blank.

"I don't know."

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, Bloom suddenly gritted his teeth and packed up the booth that had just been opened.

"I'll go out and try," Bloom said.

"Hey, I'll go and have a look too." A group of idlers couldn't hold back their curiosity and shouted.

A dirty place like the bazaar, according to Mortimer's plan, was originally on the edge of the city, so it could be said to be against the city wall, so it was not troublesome to go out of the city.

Seeing a lot of people clamoring to go out and have a look, Bloom simply entrusted an acquaintance nearby to look after the bicycle, and hurried away.

A group of idlers swarmed behind.

Such a large group of people immediately attracted a wave of good-natured people, even children who love to watch the excitement.

This person led people, accidentally causing a herd effect, and took half of the people out of the market in a daze.

When I went out of the city, I even startled the city guards, thinking they were going to rebel!

In an open space not far from the city, Bloom walked away from the crowd alone as required, and applied for prosthetic modification.

After the virtual screen shot a light across his right hand, the scene fell silent.

Everyone held their breath subconsciously, waiting for a miracle to happen.

However, as time passed, Bloom's right hand did not respond at all.

"What's going on?"

"What's wrong?"

"Hey, Bloom, did you not cut off your right hand? I read about people's organ printing on the Internet, and it seems that the limbs that need to be printed have to be cut off."

"If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. This is a prosthetic modification, and there is no need to cut limbs."

"Then why haven't you moved yet?"

"It's not a lie, is it?"

The crowd started to discuss, and at a certain moment, a childish child suddenly exclaimed.

"Look, heaven!"

Everyone looked up subconsciously.

I saw a dazzling meteor, making a piercing sound, passing across the sky, and hitting Bloom with a "swoosh".

——This is a hemispherical object the size of a skull.

"Space-based weapons?" Someone exclaimed!

"The space-based weapon looks like a dragon gun. Isn't this a space-based weapon?"

"Who said space-based weapons must look like dragon guns?"

Before the crowd could argue, the hemispherical object suddenly opened, interrupting the crowd's debate.

Under everyone's curious eyes, a ball of black liquid flowed out from the hemispherical object and flew towards Bloom.

[The prosthetic limb transformation is about to take place, please do not move and keep enough space around the body! 】

A sweet female voice sounded in the ears of the knife grinder Bloom.

This made him froze all over, not daring to move at will.

In the stalemate, the black liquid rose up in the air, like a thin black snake, wrapped around his right hand.

[Surgical transformation is about to take place, this procedure will not cause any discomfort, please do not panic! 】

When the reminder sounded, a thin black snake wrapped around his finger, and it seemed like a blade grew out of it, cutting off Bloom's finger in an instant.

"what--"

Countless people exclaimed.

Before everyone panicked, the thin black snake blocked the severed finger in an instant, without any blood flowing out, and in a burst of twisting and deformation, it turned into a brand new palm.

"It's grown!"

"Oh my God!"

The onlookers rushed over, and some naughty children even poked Bloom's prosthetic limb curiously.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Bloom raised his right hand and looked at the new prosthetic limb.

This prosthetic arm was the same color as his skin, dark and wrinkled, it looked like a real arm.

It's just that the nails are very round, revealing the fact that it is a prosthetic.

"how do you feel?"

"is this real?"

The good-natured person asked curiously.

"It feels... like it's real!"

Bloom clenched his fists and then loosened them in disbelief, suddenly covered his face, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

His right hand, which he had lost for more than ten years, actually grew back!

At this moment, Bloom wasn't the only one caught in the excitement?

Countless people with disabilities who lamented that [Organ Printing] was off the assembly line were excited and ecstatic because of the appearance of prosthetic transformation.

Only when you lose, can you know the value of possession.

Although organ printing is a bit expensive, many people will not have enough points, magic power, or Internet coins at all for a while, so they can't even talk about owning them.

But it's a hope after all.

Where there is hope, there is motivation.

However, the betrayal of the god of transformation pierced their yearning for a better life, and the despair in their hearts was even stronger than before the organ printing went online!

Many people hate the God of Transformation because of this.

But no one expected that within a few days, the god of the Internet would launch a replacement product.

It's incredible!

Didn't we say that authority is unique?

For a time, the impression that the God of the Internet is omnipotent took root in the hearts of countless believers!

In fact, not to mention the people of the multiverse, even the gods were stunned.

At this time, at the headquarters of the Temple of the Gods, the gods have already checked the [Prosthetic Limb Transformation] through the puppet clone.

"Is this a magic puppet?"

"No, I can't feel the breath of the magic puppet."

"Even a magic puppet can't achieve this flexibility, and it's hard to control powerless civilians."

The gods sent their projections one after another to obtain the mysterious black liquid, but after half a day of research, they found nothing.

It cannot be manipulated, has no magical breath, looks like a dead object, but it can perfectly fit the broken limb, like an arm and a finger.

The Sea God, who gloated at other people's misfortune, was even more dumbfounded.

It never occurred to me that the god of the Internet would use this method to replace [Organ Printing] and even [Universal Printing].

Yes, in addition to prosthetic transformation, the Internet has also updated [nano printing].

Its use process is similar to that of prosthetic limb transformation.

While nanoprinting can print things, it's significantly less than universal printing.

For example, some magic materials cannot be printed at all, but it is still enough to fill the gap left by the universal printing exit.

"If I'm not mistaken, Wadsworth has joined you, right?"

In the suspicious eyes of the gods, Yu Sheng'an looked at Sea God with deep meaning, and said:

"Wadsworth's authority can convert any energy into any other energy, so if I guess correctly, you will definitely imitate my magic power bank, soul power bank, and even go online to fight qi bank, right?"

Yu Sheng'an's words made Star God's eyes narrow.

That's the gift he's going to give to the gods of the Internet.

He didn't expect the God of the Internet to take the initiative to expose it!

That's right, the god of the Internet is so wise and close to a monster, it's not surprising to guess this!

"So what?"

Sea God held his head up slightly, with a provocative expression on his face.

"Go back and tell Wadsworth that betraying me will be the biggest mistake in his life! Do you really think that copying my function can surpass me? It's just a dream!"

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