Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Gus bit his lip dead.

But it's hard to contain the tremors in your legs, and it's hard to control the waves of urine like a wave.

No matter how many boxing champions Lu lightly told him, how much the truth about the world was revealed, and how much anger and hatred he generated.

This teenager, faced with the creator of the heavens and the earth, the legendary God of Creation, still cannot control his urge to cry and worship.

He can only recall Lu's words once.

Remember that devil's hippie smile, but not afraid of heaven and earth.

Remembering Dad's tragic death, Mom was so melancholy that she ended up as a child, because she was weak, not fit to practice iron fisting, and suffered those sarcasms, laughter and humiliation.

If the champion is truly the god of creation, creating and shaping everything.

So, the death of Mom and Dad, her own tragedy, and the way her sister fell into steam, were all arranged by the champion.

The champion is the culprit.

What are you qualified to pretend to be a ghost in front of yourself and act like such a golden, brilliant, stately person?

Juveniles think like this, with an inch of rising anger and a little breeding hatred, they congeal themselves into bones and armor to help them still hold their heads up in front of the legendary "God" and look angrily.

“If Lu Qingdu is right--”

Gus thought, "Well, the nature of the so-called boxer is just a silly robot, and under his iron shell, it's not a mess of data, and what's the difference between me, my sister, and my parents, and everyone in the boxing god world?

“Everyone is a tangle of data and information, and what qualifies a boxer to enjoy our worship and decide our lives and deaths? That doesn't make sense! ”

Gus took a deep breath and suddenly found that his legs were not shaking and his urine disappeared.

Miracle! This teenager with the power of the unbound chicken can stand up straight in front of the Creation God and roar to the Creation God: “I am not your child, I am the son of Glenn, the first expert in Chicken Town! Are you the champion? If you can lock me up and show that you have discovered the existence of the devil, then what are you waiting for, to destroy us - just as you have destroyed millions of worlds! ”

The brilliant and magnificent giant across the street from the teenager seemed surprised that the teenager would possess such determination and courage.

The champion remained silent for a long time and suddenly became short, as if he had squatted down in front of the teenager with dignity.

“You are totally wrong, my child, not to believe Lu Light Dust's deception - in a higher dimension of the universe he has always been famous for his mantras and alluring hearts, and countless people have died tragically in his lies until death awakened. ”

The champion said gently and honestly, "Whatever he tells you is deceiving and exploiting you. Even if he tells you part of the truth, he will tear it to pieces, re-cut it, and spell it the way he wants it, and eventually, when you wake up and find yourself just a piece of chess that he can play with, and when he sells it out, how can you think back? ”

Gus, hold still.

Not all of them believed the champion's words.

Instead, I didn't expect that the legendary "boxing god”, once the power of anger, could destroy the power of heaven and earth, and the attitude was so gentle.

For a boxing champion, Gus Ming is just a bunch of data, a dust, an ant.

The champion sneezes and the teenager flies out.

He had absolutely no need to explain everything to Gus, let alone pretend, to be so gentle.

But he is more like a word of gravity, a kind heart, unlike the uncle of the Unclimbable Creation, but like a very reliable neighbor.

Faced with such a champion, Gus was confused again, his lips trembling, but he didn't know how to express his confusion.

“Don't worry, my child, I know there must be a lot of confusion inside you. ”

"This is one of the special spaces I opened up," said the Fist King. "Lu Qingdust can't detect the existence of this place, and I don't know if I'm developing a peer-to-peer conversation with you. What's wrong with you? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. ”

The teenager was silent for a long time.

Still unwilling to give up such a good opportunity.

“I want to know the truth about the world! ”

Gus looked at the magnificent supergiant in front of him and said out loud, “The devil said that you created countless virtual worlds, including the world of boxing gods, just to cultivate and extract the ‘humanity’ of them, and when the purpose is accomplished, you will destroy these worlds and throw us away like squeezed scum, isn't that right! ”

“Yes, and no. ”

The boxer sighed, “This is the most obvious and dangerous place in Lu Light Dust. He always tells half the truth and half the lies, even 90% of the truth and 10% of the lies, making it really hard for me to justify myself.

“My child, I know this demon has been eroding your heart for a long time, so you may have a great deal of hatred and deep prejudice against the world around you, even myself, and you will not believe anything I say.

“But I'll try to explain to myself —— if you paint a painting on the beach, you write a line of poetry in a book, you carve dolls out of wood, you name them, you give them rules, you play games with them, there's no moral problem here, and you're not the evil devil, are you? ”

Gus stunned for a moment, without refuting.

“When you get tired of it, or something else happens, you erase the paintings on the beach; you paint the poems on the books; you tear down the dolls, you turn them into completely new toys, 'destroy' a world that doesn't exist, what does that mean, you're a moral hypocrite, a big demon with a bad heart? ”

"Gus, I can't believe you didn't do anything like that when you were a kid —— you didn't rub your own paintings or throw away toys that you played with. ”

“This, how is this the same? ”

Gus stunned for half a day and shouted angrily, "Children's graffiti and wood-carved dolls don't have souls, but we do, me, sister, mom and dad, people living in the boxing god world and other virtual worlds, we all have souls, it's a living life, how can you compare us to graffiti, dolls, stories! ”

“No, you do not, or the vast majority of you ‘people', have neither life nor soul. ”

And the champion said, sadly, "I know this is going to be very hard for you to accept, but I have to tell you —— in countless virtual worlds, 99.9999 percent of virtual people, are bored, programs that can be seen at a glance, their anger, their sorrow, their love of hate, they're just randomly extracted from the database, changes in the ranking mix that were destined before they were ‘born'.

“Individuals like you who can ‘randomly mutate' are rare and comparable to the horns of Phoenix. ”