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The two were speaking quite loudly, which attracted the attention of the team leader on the stage.

Upon hearing voices, the captain looked up expectantly and saw two people standing in the audience.

However, neither of them looked happy, as if they were arguing about something.

There were still people around!

Ignoring their expressions, he excitedly waved in that direction, trying to get their attention.

But the two men only glanced up at him when they heard the noise, then looked away as if they hadn't seen him at all.

The captain then realized that the two people in the audience looked very familiar. Weren't they the founders of the upper class who often appeared on television screens and in books?
Upon recognizing them, the captain's excitement soared. He never expected to meet two founders of the elite class here. They were the elite among the elite, the highest-level beings in the world.

They are gods in the hearts of the upper class, and everyone worships them.

The confusion in his mind was instantly dispelled, and he hurriedly set off towards where the two people were standing. He felt that as long as he reached the side of "God", all the unknowns and fears in front of him would be nothing, and "God" would protect him.

The argument over there continues.

"Your stance has completely changed. It seems you don't need anyone to pull you out of this quagmire anymore. Aren't you the quagmire itself now?" Killer said casually.

"Are you starting to mock me now for not being upright enough and for not staying true to myself in this world? I've already figured it out. Instead of pinning my hopes on others, I should put aside my pride and enjoy everything here. Since the original plan can no longer be realized, I might as well give it up and enjoy everything I've worked so hard to get."

"You're right, I'm leaving." Killer clearly didn't want to say anything more to him, so he gave a perfunctory reply and turned to leave.

Now, the torture was completely enraged: "You think I'm wrong? What's wrong with me? Is it wrong to just want to make my life less agonizing? Why should I endure that hellish wait, hoping for someone who may never appear again to save me?"
"It is ridiculous that we have supreme power in this world, yet we wait expectantly for others to overthrow us. What is even more ridiculous is that these expectations are useless, and the person we are waiting for will never come."
"Do you think Xu Xingcheng is any good? If the roles were reversed, and he were the one with supreme power here today, how much better would he be than me?"
“Look, just by becoming a minor captain of the Order Guard, he’s completely indulging in the enjoyment of his superior status. This fool still looks at us like we’re emperors.”

As he spoke, Ku Xing pointed to the side, directly at a high-class person who had run from the stage to their side.

The team leader had just stepped off the stage and was running towards the two god-like founders with great anticipation, but before he could get close, he heard the two arguing. In the midst of the argument, the founder, Ku Xing, even pointed at himself.

The team leader also heard the founder mention his name, Xu Xingcheng.

What do you mean?
Xu Xingcheng didn't quite understand what the founder meant. He only felt a headache coming on and a wave of nausea rising in his stomach after hearing these words.

"Look at his clueless, stupid look. He looks just as stupid as when he first arrived here. Didn't he consider giving his clones more intelligence and memories when he created them?" Ku Xing looked at Xu Xingcheng with a mocking expression.

What clone? Why does this founder seem to recognize him?

Xu Xingcheng felt his head throbbing more and more. In an instant, it seemed as if many memories that did not belong to him appeared in his mind, almost bursting his head open.

For some reason, a feeling of guilt welled up inside him. He was somewhat afraid to face the two founders and just wanted to escape. And that's what he did.

Xu Xingcheng no longer ran towards the two "gods" with anticipation, but instead turned and fled in panic.

As he fled, the unfamiliar images in his mind continued to increase, so he could only hold his head tightly with both hands, as if that would stop those images from bursting forth.

The remaining two watched him flee in panic.

Finally, the torturer couldn't resist a final taunt: "Our warrior is always so confident. He must have created quite a few clones in this world, some of the upper class and some of the lower class. I think he created the upper class clones without memories to test whether he would be assimilated by this world, to see if he would become a cruel and disgusting upper class like me without external intervention."

"The result is obvious." He looked in the direction where Xu Xingcheng disappeared and smiled. "He seemed to be enjoying himself. Didn't you see his expression when he rushed onto the stage? Full of anticipation, looking forward to being the first to rush up and shoot that unruly inferior person to death."

After a long silence, Killer finally spoke: "At least he's always been here, and he's always been trying to get this world back on track. Gu Mian carries hope, and the rollback will be hindered by him. I think with him around, the rollback problem will be solved one day, and then Xu Xingcheng can come back and continue the story we agreed on."

"I remember our agreed-upon story was about a hero leading the kind-hearted lower classes to defeat the evil upper classes, right? Unfortunately, just now on stage, a hero slaughtered quite a few upper classes. Did you see the kind-hearted lower classes go to help that hero?"

No.

The lower classes rushed forward anxiously, one after another, trying to subdue this unruly fellow and claim credit from the higher classes.

If a hero really appears.

The first people to kill him were "kind, inferior people".

Having developed to this point, the world is no longer suitable for heroes.

Another gust of cold wind blew in, and Killer opened his mouth as if to say something, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a rebuttal. He only got a mouthful of cold wind and then closed his mouth again.

"Have you come to terms with reality?" Ku Xing turned to look at him. "No matter how much you insist, the things you hope for in your heart can never be realized."

Slaughter was speechless.

He knew that what the torturer said was true; the world had gone down the wrong path and was rotten to the core. Even if the rewind stopped and a hero appeared, it wouldn't change anything.

He let out a long sigh in the wind, said nothing, turned and left, leaving Ku Xing alone there.

The sun was beginning to set in the west, and the afterglow of the sunset made the champion's throne gleam. Ku Xing stood there for a while, looking at the gleaming seat, before leaving.

The area fell completely silent. (End of Chapter)