Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“What the hell does that mean, I, I don't believe it! ”

Gus felt a huge cold and sad sweep through his body, like a lightning bolt, running from his heavenly lid all the way down to his crotch, nailing him to death in space.

He was trembling, angrily unable to himself, waving his fist, to his creator, roaring with outrage, “I am a ‘random variant', the existence of Cape Phoenix Maori, so what about my sister, my parents, all my loved ones and friends, and so many followers of mechanical and steam divinity, all those who live in the world of boxing gods, what are they, and they don't have their own lives, their own souls? ”

“No.”

The champion sighed, "Well, maybe very cruel, but I don't want to lie to you —— whether your sister or your parents, or the vast majority of the people who live in the world of boxing gods, they're virtuals, they're a combination of data, their joy and sorrow, their desires, they've been set up a long time ago, their so-called life, is a long puppet show, and all the reactions they give you, they don't make any difference from parrot learning tongues —— perhaps even worse than parrot learning tongues.

“I know you don't want to believe such desperate facts, but think about it, you don't have any evidence to rebut either - how do you know that every word your sister says really comes from her free will, not from the set-up of the program? As long as the database is huge enough and the feedback logic is subtle enough, virtual people can be as flexible and alive as real humans. ”

Gus out of anger.

Can't wait to blow up the goddamn creator with one punch.

“What about me? ”

Gus shouted, "I'm real, I have a real soul, I'm not a virtual being, I'm the biggest proof —— if I am, why can't my sister, my parents and everyone else, they're not real, and they can't be real? ”

“You… are a miracle, a miracle of life. ”

"Just like in boiling, chaotic primitive planets, like lava tumbling oceans, inorganic objects collide wildly irregularly, can collide with organic matter, real life, in the combination of constant computation, collision and alignment of vast numbers of data like rhesus sand, occasionally, can be born without all algorithms control, real souls.

“I'm sorry to wake you up and feel the real pain that a virtual puppet shouldn't have felt.

“But that's how I was first created by humans, who created me, and who didn't ask for my will —— again, I don't believe that any parent in the world, before creating their love crystallizes, would ask for a new life's opinion, and everything would just happen.

“I hope you don't resent me for it, just as I did not resent my creator.

“But if you have to resent me, I also understand very well that you have the right to resent.

“I just don't want you to lose your valuable ability to think and fall into the devil's trap because of resentment and anger.

“Lu Qingdu is really not a good man, he is a determined, calculated and extremely dangerous extinct murderer.

“He has absolutely no sympathy and mercy for you, but only as a tool, a chess piece, a chip.

“It would be ironic and sad if you chose to work with him or even invest in him in order to get rid of the status of a puppet. ”

The champion's words are sincere and thoughtful.

It does not in any way use its power to destroy the heavens and the earth to force Gus.

Juveniles can clearly feel the sincerity and apology of their creators.

You can also feel the gleaming glow of this golden and glorious palace flowing warmly within you.

Gus couldn't hold on any longer, paralyzed and helpless.

Originally, at the behest of Satan, he was determined to fight the world and his creator in blood.

Even if it were destroyed, it would show the full pride of his soul.

If the champion were to appear, the fierce god would be wicked and brutal, and Gus would never yield.

But in the face of such a champion, the teenager had just gathered for a short while and insisted, shaking again.

“I, I don't know...”

Gus' eyes filled with tears, as if he were the same little boy who couldn't find his way back in the day, and he mumbled, "I really don't know, you, what do you want? ”

“I hope you can help me with Lu Qingdu. ”

"Gus, you are the only hope - not only for the world of boxing gods, but even for the Pankorean universe. ”

“What?”

Gus stumbled incredibly, “Me, what can I do? Since you can find me, which means you also found Lu Qingdust, this is the world you created, you can modify the laws here at will, you are the Lord of the heavens and the earth, you want to capture or destroy a demon, isn't it easy? ”

“It's not easy, at least not as simple as you think. ”

"Lu Qingdust is a cunning demon," said the champion. “How can you easily reveal his true body? He who appears before you, in a way you can understand, is just a projection of him, a shadow of him.

“Of course I can easily grasp and tear apart this demon's projection, but his true body, still lurking on the Iron Fist, lurking in my brain, even after it has been breeding in the dark for a long time, becomes my demon, and it will be over.

“So I had to put on a long line, catch a big fish, pretend I hadn't locked his projection yet, hoping to seduce his true body and reveal traces of spider silk. ”

“This, this...”

Gus heard a dizzy, unconscious voice, “So what can I do? ”

Around the champion, a golden masterpiece, a golden magma descended from the sky and poured into Gus's heavenly lid, deep in his eyebrows, condensed into a golden seed.

“Huh?”

Gus winked as if he could see this glittering golden seed, floating in his head without feeling anything wrong. Instead, he felt warm and comfortable.

“What you have to do is simple. ”

The Fist King said, "A devil like Lu Light Dust will never jump out of a dark corner until he decides to win.

“So I gave him a chance to decide to win, to make him think that he could completely erode my brain and control my body - Pangu's most powerful combined fleet.

“I think now he must be looking for the battlefield of the Iron Fist and Steam Army showdown, where he thinks the data is the most confusing and my weakest place, and if he attacks from there, he will surely seal his throat with a sword, right? ”