You're Not A Lord Of The Apocalypse Chapter 723: Village Smoke, Tiny Homes - Novel Cool

Chapter 723: Village Smoke, Tiny Homes

Chapter 723: Village Smoke, Tiny Homes

"Should be here."

In the outskirts, Qin Muye looked at the faint smoke rising from a distance.

After obtaining the Biantan (Pen Talk), Qin Muye stayed in the city for two days, which then triggered another change in his main character aura.

It's not entirely clear why there was a two-day pause, but it seems certain that this was part of the preparation. Now, it’s clear that this is indeed the case.

"This village has been moved here, hasn’t it?" Qin Muye was sure that the author of the Biantan wasn’t from his region and had never been to this place.

He didn’t just loiter in the city for these two days. He also gathered a lot of intelligence through various channels. If the main character aura hadn’t suddenly changed and the surrounding qi hadn’t shifted, he would have gone to the author’s hometown to investigate after two more days.

But he didn’t expect the other party to be so considerate and prepare everything for him.

So he followed along. Although he didn’t know how the other party would arrange for him to come, Qin Muye didn’t like to trouble others, so he came on his own.

"Young man, where are you from?" At the village entrance, an old man lying in a rocking chair under a tree spoke up when he saw Qin Muye.

"I come from where I come from, and I am going to where I go." Qin Muye smiled slightly and replied.

"???" The old man was bewildered. What kind of answer was that? But he quickly composed himself and said, "Off with you, it’s getting dark. There’s no village ahead or behind, so hurry back before you get attacked by wild beasts at night."

The old man’s tone sounded a bit impatient, probably because Qin Muye’s answer had annoyed him.

"Alright, I’ll go soon. You keep lying there," Qin Muye replied. Although the old man’s tone wasn’t very friendly, his words were a warning to Qin Muye to leave quickly to avoid trouble.

The old man’s face fell, thinking Qin Muye was extremely impolite.

However, even though Qin Muye said he would leave, he didn’t move. He just stood at the village entrance, neither entering nor leaving.

To Qin Muye, this place seemed to exist, but it was actually divided into two realms, just like the author of the Biantan. Once he stepped in, it might take decades before he could come out again.

Of course, this wasn’t a big problem for Qin Muye. What could trap ordinary people wouldn’t trap him; he wasn’t just a human, so he definitely didn’t belong in that category.

The reason he didn’t enter was that he was still gathering data.

"Beings evolved from the qi are both illusory and truly existent."

Qin Muye observed everything in the village. Although the village looked vivid and lifelike, the beings inside couldn’t leave. Once they did, they would transform from real existence into ethereal qi.

Inside the village, however, they were no different from normal living beings.

"Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands, the Three Mountains and Ten Isles, how could they not have life? This can be used as a dynamic force field support node." Qin Muye saw the potential in the technique that evolved beings from qi.

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky and within two minutes, the sky was completely overcast.

Raindrops began to fall, quickly turning into a heavy downpour.

The old man grumbled as he got up, carrying his rocking chair back home. As he left, he saw Qin Muye still standing there and shouted, "Young man, it’s raining. Come to the old man’s house and take shelter for a while."

An uninformed person would have immediately agreed and followed the old man home to take shelter.

Qin Muye smiled, "Alright, thank you for the trouble."

He took a step into the village, and the rain grew heavier. Qin Muye could sense the realm being split apart, pulling him into a certain area.

Looking back, although the village still looked the same, Qin Muye saw through the illusion and perceived the dark, writhing presence behind it growing more intense.

'The main character aura is evaporating. The Three Officials Great Emperor is really kind-hearted.' Qin Muye couldn’t help but comment.

His main character aura didn’t disappear all at once but was slowly eroded, like water dripping on a stone. According to his estimate, it would take about thirty years to completely absorb the main character aura from his body.

And after it was absorbed, there would be no problems, which was far more considerate than Qin Muye had ever been. Previously, to obtain the main character aura, he had killed a large number of main characters.

Following the old man into a house, after a simple wipe, the sky outside had already cleared up.

'Hmm, the idea of leaving this small village has been subconsciously ignored. This method is within expectations and is indeed sufficient to deal with ordinary protagonists.'

'The next step should be inviting me to stay.'

"That young man, you're a scholar, right?" The old man handed over a bowl of hot soup and asked.

"Yes, that's right. What's the matter?" Although Qin Muye had not been practicing his profession for a long time, he had not resigned, so it was fine to call himself a scholar.

"Nothing much, just asking. The village is in need of a private tutor. The remuneration is quite generous. I wonder if the young man would be willing to stay. If so, I can speak to the village chief on your behalf," the old man said enthusiastically, with no sign of the impatience he had shown earlier.

Qin Muye nodded. "Thank you very much. I happen to be in need of a place to settle down."

Since he had already come in, he definitely needed to stay. If the other party offered him a way out, he would follow it. Otherwise, if he suggested it himself, it might raise suspicion.

"Good, good, good. I'll go and talk to him right away. Please wait here for a moment." The old man then rushed out, not caring about the muddy ground, splashing mud all over himself.

Looking at the muddy ground, Qin Muye thought to himself, 'This is really quite realistic. I thought the rain was only outside, but it’s here too.'

The old man came back quickly, accompanied by someone around his age, but dressed much better.

"I am the village chief of this village. I heard that the gentleman intends to take on students at the village school. Is this true?" The village chief came straight to the point.

"Yes, that's right. My skills are not yet refined, and I have not passed the imperial examinations, so I must temporarily study here. I will take the exams again next spring," Qin Muye improvised.

The village chief nodded. "The gentleman has great aspirations. The village will not let you down."

They chatted for a while, and the village chief explained the salary and benefits. To Qin Muye's surprise, the treatment was quite good. Not only would he receive money and grain every month, but the parents of the students would also give him gifts monthly. Additionally, he would be given a house with a courtyard for free.

Seeing these conditions, it was clear that they were doing everything possible to keep Qin Muye in the village.

This was not just a matter of subjective intent but also influenced by the Three Officials Great Emperor.

Qin Muye followed the village chief around the village and was finally settled into a courtyard.

Before leaving, the village chief did not mention when the school would start, clearly leaving the decision up to Qin Muye.

The school was not far from his courtyard, just a ten-minute walk away.

"There's a big problem. The village's production capacity alone cannot support the entire village, yet the villagers live a prosperous and happy life. They have plenty of food, meat, and wine. Although they work in the fields, it seems to be of little use."

The village had only about fifty households, which was not many. Moreover, being isolated from the outside world, how could the resources be sufficient? Even if they were not lacking in food, what about other things?

For example, meat. Each household might raise a few chickens and ducks, but not enough to slaughter for food; they were mostly kept for eggs.

As for pigs and sheep, it was even more unrealistic. There were only a couple of households raising pigs, and there were no sheep at all.

There were cows, but they were used for plowing fields, and not every household had one. The village had a total of ten cows, which were communal property, and they were cared for very meticulously, as they were essential labor.

So where did they get their meat?

Hunting in the mountains was even more impossible because outside the village was an illusion.

"The logic is inconsistent. It seems there is divine intervention," Qin Muye narrowed his eyes. The shortfall could only be made up by the Three Officials Great Emperor; otherwise, how could it materialize out of thin air?

In this mountain village, everything was real, and the consumption was genuine.

The illusion was only for the outside world, not for the village itself.

"True and false, who can tell the difference?" Qin Muye speculated that the changes in the village were likely related to the spirit of the Snake Father.

Otherwise, if it was just simple fortune, it would not have reached such an absurd extent. However, it was still not fully developed, as evidenced by the imbalance in Qin Muye's calculations.

(End of Chapter)

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