"Not bad."
Zhu Zhengwei stood outside this Dream World, gazing at the endless starry sky, and said indifferently:
"Essentially, the Dream World beneath my feet is also a massive Dream Bubble, not much different from those small private Dream Bubbles in the distance!"
Zhu Zhengwei felt that this wave, improving the worldview, was very good.
Giving them a wave of prehistoric ruins.
The people in a world, civilization, ultimately need dreams to keep moving forward and work hard.
It's like a virtual simulation game, where the inhabitants need a mood index, a dream index, to keep striving and developing.
"I not only have to provide them with work but also give them dreams."
Zhu Zhengwei felt like he was a man with a plan.
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Sixty years have passed since the last world creation.
