"In the early stages of stomach cancer, there is indeed a chance of cure, but now it has deteriorated to the middle stage of stomach cancer, and the possibility of cure has already decreased. However, if you continue to actively treat it, there is still a possibility... "
"No need, I choose to be discharged from the hospital."
After spending more than two hours, Xu Zhi stepped out of the hospital. After a period of chemotherapy, his hair became sparse and fell out, his physique was pale and hunched, and he was in an extremely unhealthy condition.
In the early stages of cancer, actively cooperating with treatment has a chance of cure, but once it enters the middle stage, the survival rate is extremely low.
There is no need for treatment anymore.
He murmured to himself.
Xu Zhi has a high ability and works for a large foreign company, but now the five or six hundred thousand savings he has accumulated over four or five years has been consumed by more than half. After being busy for several years, it was all in vain.
He bought a high-speed rail ticket, dragged his luggage, and returned to his hometown of Dongcheng in the countryside.
It has been a year since he last visited his hometown in the mountains, where there is an independent courtyard with a fruit orchard.
Their family used to have a mine in the village, and more than 100 acres of fruit trees were contracted behind the courtyard.
But half a year ago, the price of lychee was too low, and too much was stored, and they were tricked by someone who said they could solve the unsold fruit. As a result, they lost nearly a million yuan from spending money to ask for help and being cheated. His parents were also angered and collapsed half a year ago and could not get up again.
Now the orchard is not taken care of, and the workers who were hired have already disappeared. The fruit forest has become barren, and the trees have been cut down long ago, leaving only weeds on the ground.
He unlocked the door, pushed open the door, and a burst of dust rushed in.
The familiar rural life from childhood to adulthood came into view. He put down his luggage in the room and planned to spend his last years in his hometown, returning to the rural life.
Creak...
He suddenly heard a strange sound.
"Who is it? It seems that something is making noise in the courtyard?" He stood up and came to the deserted orchard courtyard. In a pile of weeds, he saw a black beetle about the size of a bowl.
"It's really black. What kind of insect is this?"
Xu Zhi extended his hand. Brush-- In an instant, his thoughts were sucked into the black shell of the insect, taking him on a journey through the vast history of a race. It was the long history of the rise of the insect race, from a green planet that was equivalent to the Cambrian explosion on our Earth, where an ancient species of insects emerged. They gave birth to their own intelligence, developed technology, and their enormous reproductive ability and potential led them to explore the stars. When their technology reached its peak, the insect race knew that they were living in a barren and lowly world. In the end, they broke through a certain dimension and entered a higher and more incredible world, the immortal realm, but they were instantly defeated, as if it were only natural. Inside the insect nest, the last generation of the queen left behind a message full of regret: "Evolution of organisms is not about being bigger and more powerful, but about one's own strength. " "We started off on the wrong path. The bigger we evolved, the more misguided we became. The smaller the body, the greater the potential for energy transformation... We have failed. Whoever becomes the next queen of the insect nest, go and fight for the immortal realm on my behalf!" ... Soon, Xu Zhi found himself in charge of this insect nest. From the insect race memories he received, he learned that this aggressive and powerful race had only one special ability. "Super-fast cell division?" The insect race's ability was to shorten their lifespan and accelerate the cell division rate of their biological organisms, allowing their race to be born, bloom, grow, wither, and die in an instant, like a flower bud. In his memory, the insect nest queen was a fortress of war. As long as the nest produced cells - spores and released them onto a barren planet, starting the "super-fast cell division" process, within a few years those cells would multiply wildly and evolve into a new species, becoming one of the nest's armies. "This race has infinite possibilities." With this thought, Xu Zhi's mind was no longer at peace. Years of illness and chemotherapy had left Xu Zhi feeling physically and mentally exhausted, and he had even begun to question the purpose of his boring life. Now, on the brink of death, he suddenly found something that piqued his curiosity. The evolution and process of organisms. "The previous generation of the insect nest queen released spores on barren planets, propagating and evolving countless species, building one world after another. But I don't have a planet, so why not use this ability to create a small-scale evolutionary sandbox in my backyard orchard and let countless insect spores and single-celled organisms evolve into countless species within it..." "It feels like a sandbox game - my world. And if I can create a world, evolve a civilization and countless races within it, perhaps I can find a way to cure my cancer from this civilized world?" Xu Zhi was excited. Was this his chance encounter?
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Cancer, which modern medicine cannot cure, may be his last hope of survival.
"I need to quickly set up a sandbox and buy tools for farming!" Xu Zhi, in his hometown's farm, dug out a tricycle covered in dust from the corner and, panting like an old man, drove it laboriously towards the nearby town, his body depleted by chemotherapy.
He spent three to four thousand yuan of his own savings and brought back a bunch of farm equipment and instruments to prepare for his project. Back in the courtyard, he began setting up with joy in his heart.
He did not have a planet, only a more than one hundred mu fruit orchard on which to build his sandbox world. With the help of a group of workers, he cleared the weeds and miscellaneous trees in the orchard and turned it into a flat land of mud. He took up a hoe like a farmer and casually shaped ultra-small mountains, fresh water rivers, caves, and all kinds of barren sand terrain.
Then he used the high-temperature sprayer he bought to barbecue the entire sandbox inch by inch, clearing potential plants and animals to prevent existing Earth organisms from affecting spore species evolution...
Microbes did not have to be considered, nor were they easy to consider, as they would be engulfed by the genes of the Zerg and evolve into new Earth species.
"The origin of species is the ocean, I must build a huge ocean, seawater."
In the orchard, his parents had originally built a small fish pond. After some thought, he spent a lot of money to hire a few workers to help him continue to expand the fish pond, dig soil and water, and establish an artificial shallow water pond, pouring in salt and making it into an ocean according to the saltwater ratio.
However, a thorny problem arose.
This was not a huge spherical planet, but a one hundred mu square plane sandbox, with a structure of ancient mythological terrain:
Heaven is round and the earth is square.
"Mythological land?"
Xu Zhi's body was not as strong as before, and he struggled to prepare the huge sandbox in the orchard for a week.
On this morning, he finally controlled the auxiliary brain of the Zerg nest and began producing large amounts of initial evolution single cells belonging to the Zerg: spores, which were injected into the central ocean he had created in the sandbox.
Evolution began.
He gave orders to the mother nest:
"Cell division acceleration: ten thousand times!"
According to the Zerg's counting unit, one time is one year.
Acceleration by ten thousand times meant that one day of evolution for these single cells would be equivalent to a long ten thousand years...but whether new species could be born and the Cambrian explosion of the earth's past could be replicated in the small courtyard sandbox remained unknown.
On the first day of the spores being released, the central, clear and transparent ocean in the sandbox did not change, and there was no change at all.
On the second day, the entire sandbox was still quiet.
On the third day.
On the fourth day.
Finally, on the fifth day, some plankton began to evolve from the single cells in the central ocean that he had designed, and the water began to be visibly turbid.
For a field of planting crops, one hundred mu is quite large, but for a fruit orchard, it is quite normal. In rural areas, it is common for people to lease a mountain and plant fruit trees on several hundred mu of land.