wear it lord god

Chapter 2688 Role Reversal
They each wore a special headgear and were suspended above a machine, one person per machine.

On one side of the machine, there was another page displaying their experiences in the virtual world.

Li Qiong was shirtless, wielding a large cleaver and slaughtering his way through the world, turning it into a blood-red mess, like a scene from hell.

Standing amidst mountains of blood and seas of corpses, he triumphantly raised his long sword and laughed wildly at the trembling enemy soldiers and civilians kneeling before him, begging for mercy.

No wonder Li Qiong, who was floating above, had a smile on his face that was almost identical to the one in the illusory world.

Turning to look at the other one, it turns out she's playing an empress, surrounded by a whole bunch of male consorts and concubines. But as much as she's having fun, she's also playing a sadomasochistic relationship. She tortures her partner a thousand times over, yet the other remains devoted and utterly unmoved.

Two of them bear the likenesses of Nian Cang and Zhu Rong. Could it be that they couldn't obtain what they wanted, or couldn't let go of their former lovers, and thus rekindled their romance in this illusion?
I watched two more. One was surrounded by beautiful women, happily playing the game of chance encounters and slapping down imaginary rivals. The other was quite something, playing the role of being tortured.

*Facepalm* This is my child, my first god. He's been around 100,000 years old, how come he's still such a hopeless case?

"The Supreme God." Hope appeared out of nowhere. Oh, no, he's now called Jingxing.

Jingxing bowed to her, performing the gesture of addressing a king or deity with utmost respect. He was still wearing a white shirt and black trousers, which seemed a little unusual to him.

“No need for formalities,” she quickly added. “No need to kneel either, just a normal bow is fine. Otherwise, if the other gods see me in the rest area, they might think I’m mistreating the system.”

Even when Zhou Rui was facing Yi Chen, or Zhao Zhong was facing Xu Mian, they didn't kneel or perform such respectful greetings.

"Yes, Lord God." Jingxing changed his address from Goddess to Lord God.

"Is the upgrade complete?" she asked.

"Yes."

Xi Ning asked curiously, "What was upgraded?"

“A lot.” Jing Xing’s eyes flickered slightly, barely noticeable unless you looked closely: “The rules the system needs to know, the situation on the planet where the main god is located, and the system’s self-cultivation and morality, etc.”

"Heh heh." She was amused. But when she looked at the first generation of gods floating above the machines, living in a drunken stupor, her mood soured again.

Jingxing bent his knees slightly, but quickly straightened them again, because the God had said not to kneel.

He explained, “Please forgive me, God. It was my own idea. Please punish me.”

"No, it's not Hope's fault." Qingzhu flew in, her toes barely touching the ground, her movements ethereal and otherworldly, like a banished immortal.

Qingzhu knelt down: "It was I who begged Hope to save me. I learned something I shouldn't have known, and my life was in danger. So I used Hope to let Nian Cang God enter the illusion to realize my dream. As a result, after the gods entered one by one, they refused to come out. It was my fault, punish me if you must."

Nian Cang? He was the most composed of the fourteen first-generation gods.

She walked to the innermost machine, where Nian Cang was floating in mid-air, a happy and joyful expression on her face.

When she saw what he was doing in the illusion, she was almost furious.

In a mirage, they became a couple in the cultivation world; he became the master, and she the disciple. Nian Cang, as the master, used all sorts of methods—gentle persuasion, rare and precious herbs, intimate healing—and over time, feelings developed between them. She wanted to escape, but there was no escape. She wanted to refuse, but she couldn't.

It turned out that Nian Cang had feelings for her. Xi Ning was utterly speechless!

At this moment, the illusion is unfolding, and she is pregnant with a big belly. Nian Cang is holding her and stroking her big belly. Both of them have smiles of anticipation and happiness on their faces.

Hahaha... she was almost laughing out loud in anger.

This is her baby!

Turning to face the other one, I didn't even want to look at this disgusting plot anymore; it was like dating my adopted son.

This should be called Yao Qing. She's embracing a man with the appearance of a bamboo-like figure, while another man with a similar appearance is massaging her shoulders behind her. And in front of her, yet another man resembling a bamboo-like figure is patting her smelly feet… Not far away, one of the bamboo-like figures is torturing another with instruments of torture. Xi Ning…

It seems that what Qingzhu said just now, those words that were almost tearful, were true.

"Is this how she treats you?" she asked.

Qingzhu knelt there, head bowed: "That's right."

"How did you get rid of her and become the manager of Niancang?" After experiencing such humiliation, it's a testament to her strong mental fortitude that she hasn't gone mad.

“I have been studying hard and found an opportunity to gain the appreciation of the Goddess Niancang, who thought I was useful. She asked for me several times, but each time I was too badly injured to do anything. The Goddess Niancang felt it was inconvenient and refused to let me go. But sometimes she would still grant me a day or two.” Qingzhu spoke calmly, but anyone could tell that he had long since given up in despair.

"Qingzhu, get up." Her heart softened.

"Thank you, Goddess Xie Xining." Qingzhu stood up. Whether kneeling or standing, his posture was exceptionally graceful, a result of specialized training. This kind of training usually takes place in specific places, such as Chu Feng Pavilion and Yi Hong Courtyard. This made him even more pitiful.

Xining walked slowly, watching Liqiong and two or three other first-generation gods begin a new round of killing and slaughter: "Will the NPCs inside suffer?"

Jingxing replied, "The supreme god is merciful and cares about whether they are in pain. No, they are merely illusions desired by the first gods."

"Can we switch roles for these jerks from now on?" Xi Ning asked Jing Xing, she was really furious.

Jingxing was a little surprised, but quickly regained his composure and respectfully replied, "Yes. Does the Supreme God intend for them to suffer only mental anguish, or will their bodies also be harmed?"

“As for the spirit, if the body is injured, it can’t be done many times.” But there is one exception, she added: “Let Nian Cang go to Yao Qing’s place to replace Qing Zhu.”

Let them switch roles, torment each other, and enjoy each other's company.

Qingzhu's eyes widened in astonishment.

Jingxing seemed to be trying hard to suppress a laugh, and respectfully replied, "Yes!"

His gaze suddenly deepened, his pupils disappeared, but a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

The displays on all the machines suddenly changed drastically. Li Qiong transformed into helpless civilians, being chased by "himself" wielding a large knife.

The abuser became the abused, and the empress became a female slave who needed to please her master...

Yaoqing has become one of several "Yaoqing" and is kneeling and licking Niancang's toes.

Nian Cang, who was indulging in the affections of his injured "disciple" and couldn't resist his gentle and shy demeanor, was completely bewildered by this sudden situation.

But he was trapped in this body and had to follow the script.

After "he" tortured Yao Qing to death, the roles were reversed, and he became one of several "Nian Cang," suffering the same torment as Yao Qing and experiencing all the things that many "Nian Cang" did.

As if to allow her to watch to her heart's content, the progress bar was sped up.

After switching partners three or four times, the two developed a deep-seated hatred for each other. Knowing they couldn't escape, they simply tortured each other in various versions, making each other cry out in agony, until they died, and then switched partners again. After the tenth time, the two began to torture each other cautiously, always keeping each other alive, raising them until they recovered before continuing.

The smugness, smile, and arrogance on the face of the first god vanished, replaced by fear, horror, and pain.

Qingzhu fell to her knees again with a "thud," the sound of her knees hitting the ground was painful to hear.

He prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead touching the cold earth, his voice trembling and choked with emotion: "Thank you, Goddess. Thank you, Goddess Xining, for standing up for us mortals."

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