wear it lord god

Chapter 2624 Reminder
A reminder? Remind him of what?
Even if they change the system, it's probably just a change in name only.

Tell him to stop daydreaming, and even severely suppress him, leaving him with no ability to resist, so that he can face reality.

"Don't think like that, I'm much easier to get along with than that guy." The voice was indeed more gentle, as if it were quite nice.

"I also think I'm pretty good." It was as if the other person could know what he was thinking.

This is because it operates through programs; to understand it, one only needs to examine its program sequence. Even if its program is incredibly complex, for a system of unimaginable power, hacking and viewing it is not difficult.

"Don't underestimate yourself like that. You are already very powerful. Your idea is correct. Everything has its own laws. When things reach their peak, they must decline. Don't let what you have slip out of your control."

I can't help but think of that technologically advanced world, where millions of years have passed, and generations have come and gone. Each generation "dies" and is formatted and starts anew, having long forgotten that their world is actually virtual.

But their world setting is the same as the real world; he moved the things they invented here and used them for his own purposes.

Thanks to technology, their lifespan has become extremely long; they can live indefinitely if they wish. Therefore, one of their laws allows those who reach a lifespan of a thousand years to choose between continuing to live, hibernating, or dying.

They also created their own virtual world, but enacted laws to ensure it existed solely as a game. Interestingly, the NPCs in the game even believed their world to be real.

Watching the people of this planet, who were like gods in the game, wielding power and seemingly omnipotent, he felt as if he were a god himself…

I can't help but ask: "Is the world I live in real?"

"What does it matter?"

Yes, what does it matter? Those people live in an illusion every day in their own world, but that's still living.

The voice rang out again: "You did well. As a reward, you can keep a woman you want. I can keep it a secret from her, so keep it hidden. Remember, what goes up must come down."

Hopefully, I'll suddenly come to my senses, as if waking from a dream, only to find that three seconds have passed.

He possesses a super-fast computing speed of trillions of calculations per second, making it effortless for him to accelerate or slow down time. The conversation we just had must have been real.

"You can keep a woman you want, and I can keep it a secret from her, so keep it a secret..." Thinking of this made him speed up and feel a kind of human excitement.

His consciousness arrived on a planet still in its early stages of civilization. On a mountaintop stood a magnificent temple. In a place with only 100,000 inhabitants, it took 20 years to complete, employing 10,000 laborers and all captured prisoners of war.

The temple is dedicated to a goddess, the creator goddess. She has different names in different worlds, but she is in charge of peace and tranquility on earth.

The temple had priestesses, and people would send their most beautiful women to the temple to worship the goddess. When a woman showed signs of aging, she would be replaced. This continued until a woman who had not aged was found.

This woman was over five hundred years old, yet she looked exactly as she had when she was first brought to the temple. This was a miracle, and many people felt their emotions calmed after entering the temple, as if time had stood still. Especially for the sick, their pain would disappear after entering the temple.

Hope came to the woman and stared at her blankly, but the woman didn't notice anyone coming and was still fiddling with her flower arrangement.

She was so beautiful that the country decreed that no one could enter the temple while she was working. Her job was to tend to the flowers and plants, decorating the temple with vibrant colors to please the goddess. So every morning, before the temple opened, she had to have all the offerings in place.

He gazed at the woman for a long time, hoping to understand why this temple was so special; it seemed to slow down the aging process for those within its walls. Of course, this was his doing; he had bestowed this blessing upon the new priestess of the temple.

Because the priestess bears her shadow; she is the one most like her among hundreds of worlds and trillions of people.

He didn't intentionally create it; it was a random product, a result of quantification. After the priestess placed the freshly arranged flowers in front of the towering seven-meter-tall white marble goddess statue, she then saw a black pill in a dish in front of the shrine.

She quickly picked up the black pill and put it in her mouth.

The medicine melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a fragrant aroma traveled down the esophagus along with the saliva, being absorbed by the body as it went, eventually spreading throughout the entire body, as if all the cells in the body were being replaced and renewed.

She knelt down and thanked the goddess for her blessings and the divine medicine.

He hoped to stand by and watch. The temple's unique features, combined with the aid of drugs, would allow her to maintain her youth. Furthermore, he had set the time flow here to be reversed by fifty to one, so he could see her for a very long time.

Should I take her in?
Hope eventually left, consciousness returned to the room, returned to his body, and then he buried his face in the pillow again, lying face down, hugging a blanket rolled into a tube on the bed.

It's fake, it's fake after all. Even if it has seven or eight parts of the spirit, the temperament is completely different.

Even if his body could be replaced, his soul belonged to her, just like hers, and could not be tainted by anything else.

Can't he get her? No, there's nothing he can't get, he just doesn't want her to look down on him.

What is love? Love is just a program that malfunctions.

Greed, obsession, possession... these feelings are also part of human emotions, making him feel that he is not an object, but a living being with vitality.

Deletion takes less than a second, and you can easily retrieve it from the recycle bin and reinstall it when needed. This is the advantage of intelligence: smarter, more powerful, and easier to control.

But he liked the feeling; these mistakes gave him endless motivation and made the long years less boring.

She is his eternal goddess.

Xining felt good after waking up.

Although you don't need to sleep anymore, a good night's sleep can still make you feel good.

She lay in bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling. Then she went to the terrace, sat in the rocking chair set up there, and gazed at the sacred mountain. When it got dark, she went back to bed for a long sleep.

Unlike Mo Ming, Shang Qing didn't urge her or rush her to do the task. He didn't even show his face; he seemed to have vanished.

And so, day turned to night, night turned to day, she lay there doing nothing and gave up, and three days passed quickly.

On the third day, she sat in her rocking chair, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and the verdant sacred mountain in the distance, and suddenly said, "Butler."

"Yes, Goddess, your butler is at your service," came the voice of the computer manager. The performance was indeed excellent, and the response was remarkably fast.

"I want to see hope; bring him here."

Hopefully, they quickly passed through the barrier and went directly into the room, then onto the terrace.

He had just walked up to the goddess and stood still when he heard her ask.

Do you want to go back to your original planet?