MTL - Forty Millenniums of Cultivation-~ The enemy of Tekken (sixty-one) lies

Gus bit his lip tightly.

But it is difficult to curb the trembling of the legs, and it is impossible to control the rushing urine like waves.

No matter how much Lu Qingchen said badly to him, how much the truth of this world was revealed, and how much anger and hatred he gave birth to.

In the face of the creator of this world, the legendary "God of Creation", this teenage boy still couldn't control his urge to cry and worship.

He can only recall Lu Qingchen's words again and again.

Recall the smile of the devil hippie, but he was not afraid.

I remember my father ’s tragic death, my mother was depressed, and she grew up from a young age because her body was weak and unsuitable for practicing Tekken, and she suffered from ridicule, ridicule and humiliation.

If the King of Boxing is really the God of Creation, create and control everything.

Well, the death of father and mother, their own tragedy, and the way their sister fell into the steam, were all arranged by the boxer.

The boxer is the culprit.

What qualifications are there to pretend to be a ghost and make a splendid appearance in the face of myself?

The young man thought this way, using an inch of rising anger and a little bit of growing hatred, condensed into bones and armors, helping himself to stand tall and glared in front of the legendary "God".

"If Lu Qingchen is right--"

Gus thought, "The essence of the so-called boxer is nothing more than a dumb robot. Under his iron skin, there is not a mess of data, with me, with my sister, with my parents, and with my boxers. What is the difference between all the people in God's world?

"Everyone is a tangled body of data and information. What qualifications does the boxer have? Enjoying our worship can also determine our life and death? Why? No reason!"

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

miracle! This young man with no chicken power can stand upright in front of the creation **** and growl to the creation god: "I'm not your child, I'm the son of Glenn, the first master of Chijin Town! You are King of Fighters? Now that you can lock me up, you have discovered the existence of demons, so what are you waiting for, destroy us-just as you have destroyed thousands of worlds! "

Opposite the young man, like the glorious and towering giant of the Lingxiao Palace, it seemed that the young man would not have such determination and courage.

The boxer was silent for a long time, and suddenly was short, like a squat kneeling down in front of the teenager.

"You are totally wrong, my child, do not believe Lu Qingchen's deception-in the higher-dimensional universe, he has always been known for his rhetoric and deceptiveness. There have been countless deaths in his lies. He never awakened until he died. "

The boxer said gently and sincerely, "No matter what he tells you, he is deceiving and using you. Even if he tells part of the truth, he will tear these truths into pieces, re-cut them, and stitch them back into what he wants. Look, and in the end, when you suddenly wake up and find that you are just a piece of chess that he is playing with, he is betrayed severely, and then you want to turn back, how can you have time? "

Gus froze.

I don't believe the whole box.

But I did not expect that the legendary "boxing god", a mighty anger, could destroy the power of the world, and his attitude was so gentle.

To the boxing champion, Gus is obviously just a string of data, a dust, a ant.

The boxer sneezes and the teenager will die.

He didn't have to explain everything to Gus, let alone pose-even if pretending, such a gentle attitude.

However, he just has a long and focused language, and his homestead looks like a highly unreachable creation god, but a very reliable uncle next door.

In the face of such a boxer, Gus was confused again, his lips trembling, but he didn't know how to express his confusion.

"Don't worry, my child, I know you must have a lot of confusion inside."

The King of Fighters said, "This is a special space I opened up. Lv Qingchen can't detect the existence here, and I don't know that I am starting a point-to-point exchange with you. I have no problem whatsoever.

The teenager was silent for a long time.

Still unwilling to give up such a good opportunity.

"I want to know the truth of this world!"

Gus looked at the magnificent super giant in front of him, loudly, "The devil said that you created countless virtual worlds, including the world of boxing gods, just to cultivate and extract the" human nature "from it. When the purpose is completed, you It will destroy these worlds, and throw us away like dried up dregs, right? "

"Yes, neither."

The boxer sighed, "This is where Lu Qingchen is the brightest and most dangerous. He always speaks half the truth and half the truth, even 90% of the truth and 10% of the truth. It is really hard for me excuse.

"My child, I know that this demon has eroded your heart for a long time, so you may have great hatred and deep prejudice against the world around you and even myself, no matter what I say You won't believe it.

"But I still try to explain for myself-if you draw a picture on the beach; write a line of poems in a book; carve some dolls out of wood, give them names, and give them some rules , Use them to play various games, there is no moral problem here, you are not an evil demon, are you? "

Gus froze without refuting.

"When you get bored, or have something else, you erase the paintings on the beach; smear the poems written in the books; remove the dolls and turn them into completely new toys that are beyond recognition, 'Destroy' What does this mean for a world that doesn't exist? It means you are a hypocrite hypocrite, a great devil with evil intentions? "

The King of Fighters said, "Gus, I don't believe you didn't do similar things when you were a kid-you haven't rubbed your own paintings, or discarded toys that you have broken."

"This, how is this the same?"

Gus stunned for a long time and shouted angrily, "Children's graffiti and wood-carved dolls have no soul, but we have, me, sister, father and mother, living in the world of boxing gods and other virtual worlds. People, we all have souls, living lives. How can you compare us with graffiti, dolls, stories! "

"No, you don't have, or, most of you, 'people', have neither life nor soul."

The boxer said sadly, "I know, this will make you very difficult to accept, but I must tell you-in countless virtual worlds, 99.9999% of virtual people are dull and boring at a glance. The program, their anger, sorrow, love and hatred, is just a change in the arrangement and combination randomly drawn from the database, and they are destined before they are 'born'.

"Like you, there are very few individuals that can undergo 'random mutations', which are like rare."