Douluo: Wuhun Locust builds a battle armor and transforms into a knight

"His name is Jason. Like you, he is not the real author. He is just controlled to write your story. He does not understand your heart and thoughts, but only creates according to some rules. Your life is not entirely controlled by He decided," the woman explained to Jason.

Jason's anger subsided a little, but he still looked at the woman suspiciously: "Since he doesn't know me, why would he write about my experience of having many children and many blessings?"

The woman smiled and said: "Because he was forced. He was forced to write according to the requirements of a god. This god has great power and can control everything about him. He wrote about your fertility and fertility just to achieve the goal of god." the goal of."

After listening to the woman's explanation, Jason's anger gradually dissipated. He began to understand that his life was not completely controlled by the greasy author, but was controlled by a higher level of existence.

"So, what can I do?" Jason asked, his eyes flashing with determination.

The woman smiled and said: "You can choose to accept this fact, but you can also choose to resist. This higher-dimensional world is not the real world. It was created by higher-dimensional beings. You have the opportunity to change your destiny and get rid of their Manipulation.”

Jason clenched his fists tightly. He decided that he would no longer be manipulated, no longer be a written character. He began to think about his future and how to find true freedom.

In a trance, Jason appeared in a familiar room again, facing a familiar scene.

Jason looked at the greasy author who was banging his head on the table, his mind suddenly became hot, and he rushed to strangle him.

Jason's eyes were full of anger and unreasonable fanaticism, and he was completely immersed in uncontrollable rage. He grabbed the greasy author's neck tightly and pushed him against the wall with all his strength. The force was so strong that one could not help but worry that he would strangle him to death.

The greasy author was frightened out of his wits by the sudden attack, and his eyes were filled with fear and panic. He struggled quickly, trying to get rid of Jason's control, but Jason's power seemed to come from endless anger, making him unable to resist at all.

"You damn greasy author!" Jason yelled through gritted teeth, with a strong murderous intent in his voice. "You actually peeked into everything about me and used me as a tool for entertainment! I'm going to make you pay the price!"

The greasy author was stunned by Jason's words. He had no idea why Jason was so angry. He was just a novelist, and writing was just his hobby. He never thought that someone would have such strong hostility towards him, let alone that the characters in his novel would come alive.

"Wait! Please calm down!" The greasy author finally begged for mercy, his voice full of trembling and panic. “I really don’t know you are real, I just randomly chose a character while writing! I mean no harm!”

Jason's anger subsided a little, and he let go of the greasy author's neck, but still stared at him closely, watching his every move with vigilance.

"You said you meant no harm? Don't you know what writing means to a person?" Jason said with a sneer. "You wrote everything about me into the story and manipulated my destiny at will. Isn't this the greatest violation of me?"

The greasy author's face turned as pale as paper after hearing Jason's words. He took a deep breath, tried to calm down his emotions, and tried to explain: "I know I did something wrong, but I really didn't mean it. I'm just a novel author, and I hope to bring good reading to readers. Experience, I never thought it would hurt you. If you can forgive me, I am willing to pay any price for it!"

Jason was silent for a moment, and his eyes gradually calmed down. He understands that the Greasy Author is not a real enemy, he is just a person inspired by him. Perhaps, he could give the other party a chance.

"Well, since you are so repentant, let's see how you behave." Jason restrained his anger and let go of the greasy author. "But if you do anything bad to me again, I will no longer show mercy. Do you understand?"

The greasy author nodded repeatedly, his forehead already soaked with sweat. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Thank you for your tolerance, I will try my best to make up for my mistakes." The greasy author said gratefully.

Jason stared deeply at the greasy author, with a hint of warning in his eyes. Then, he turned and walked away, leaving the greasy author alone in the room.

The greasy author felt weak all over. He sat heavily in front of the computer, thinking a lot. He understood that he had made an irreparable mistake and now he must bear the consequences of his mistake.

He decided that from now on he would be more careful with the stories he created. He no longer controls the fate of the characters at will, but hopes to give them a real and beautiful world. He vowed never to let anyone be hurt by his mistakes again.

From now on, Jason's fate will no longer be under his control, and the greasy author will use his own actions to make up for his past mistakes.

Reincarnation starts again.

Jason returned to the room again, and this time, he finally realized it. He fell into a situation similar to time reincarnation!

who is it! Who is controlling all this?

Is there really a god asking that greasy author to create the story? Or is everything fake?

"Hangcao! Who are you!" The greasy author was startled when he noticed Jason, and stepped back quickly.

If a stranger suddenly appears in anyone's house and stands silently behind him, he is likely to have this reaction.

Jason didn't say anything, just sat there. This time, he was prepared to do nothing. He wanted to see what the man behind the scenes was going to do.

So the greasy author called the police and he was imprisoned in Orange.

In Orange, he met a madman and killed him, but the reincarnation started again.

Jason entered the orange again, but this time he took action early, killed the opponent, and then reincarnated again.

Time and time again, Jason just didn't take action against the greasy author. Finally, after countless time reincarnations, he appeared in a pure white space.

The greasy author appeared again, but this time, he was smiling.

"You are very good."

The greasy author said, "Among those who ascended from a low dimension to a high dimension, you are the first to break through the cycle of time so quickly."

"Who the hell are you!" Jason asked.

"It's just an ordinary high-dimensional existence." The greasy author said, and then shook his head, "No, it's just a pseudo-high-dimensional existence, only half a dimension higher than you."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"It's very simple. I am also trapped in the dimension. I want to break away from the control of high latitudes and truly enter high latitudes." The greasy author said, "I know a place called the Main God Space, or the Main Temple, the Hall of Reincarnation. The reincarnation space, in short, has many similar names. It can allow people like you and me to truly ascend to higher dimensions, but you must win the battle to ascend to higher dimensions in order to obtain a place."

The greasy author immediately smiled and said, "We, the transcendent 2.5-dimensional guys in the Douluo Multiverse, are all together now, and we are just short of the last spot to sign up for the Dimension Ascension Battle. So you are willing to join our team, Accept my leadership, and then win the championship of the Dimension Ascension Battle together, and truly transcend and ascend to higher dimensions, or in other words - return to your original real world?"

Jason looked at the greasy author and finally nodded.

"You'd better not lie to me."

"It's not necessary." The greasy author shook his head, "Ever since I found out that I am in the 2.5 dimension, I have been thinking about ascending the dimension all the time, and ascending the dimension requires your help, although I have given you all your abilities with my pen. Yes, I shaped it based on my knowledge, but your world is also real, and its logic is self-consistent, so your fighting talent that was born out of my half-baked talent is actually a real fighting talent, Jane In other words, you are the real fighting geniuses, so I need you to win the battle to ascend the dimension."

"So..." Jason smiled and walked towards the greasy author, "You are still the author after all, and you are still the one spying on me to have more children and more blessings!"

The greasy author nodded subconsciously, and then realized something was wrong, "No, listen to my explanation, I..."

Bang bang bang!

Jason beat the greasy author wildly.

After a while, Jason was relieved. The greasy author took him out of here with a bruise on his head and a bruised face. He came to a door and pushed it open.   Then Jason saw a huge lounge.

On the circular sofa, there were several men as handsome as him.

"Yo, the dog author got beaten."

"Not bad, the newcomer did a great job!"

"So we finally got the manpower together? My sword is already thirsty."

"Don't be poor, where did you get the sword?"

Everyone welcomed Jason, and the greasy author wiped his face to remove the scars, and then introduced everyone.

"These are all written by me...ahem, my current teammates." The greasy author quickly changed his tune when he saw the unkind looks from everyone.

"My name is Richard, taxi driver."

"My name is Li Yang. I used to sell card holders."

"Li Cha, I worked as a cleaner and later opened a rental business."

"Wang Hai, gamer."

The four protagonists written by the greasy author introduced themselves one after another.

"Jason, in terms of resume...the number one figure in the multiverse empire?"

After Jason finished speaking, everyone gave a thumbs up.

"The dog author has reached a new level of writing!" Everyone looked at the greasy author with amused eyes.

The greasy author coughed, then looked serious.

"Everyone, let's get down to business." The greasy author looked around and everyone became serious.

"Next we will form a team to participate in the Battle of Dimension Ascension. I don't know the specific schedule, but it goes without saying that it will be difficult and will involve time travel, but this is not the most important thing, because we may face the Siling Temple .”

Li Cha frowned, "Is there really a Siling Temple? Didn't you just write that out?"

"I thought it was, but it's not." The greasy author smiled bitterly, "This is an existence on the same level as the two behemoths, the Main Temple and the Traveler Alliance, and if you must say it, it is even better."

"Once you are unlucky enough to be discovered during the journey, I don't need to say more about the consequences."

Everyone's expressions darkened.

"The ordinary members of the Four Spirits Temple are okay, but the core is the Four Spirits, which are the most terrifying. The four spirits are the Photoelectric Giant, the Explosive Dog, the Sword God, and the Nuclear Crab."

"The Optoelectronic Saw Man and the Sword God are twin brothers - assuming they have gender and are human beings. Of these two guys, the Optoelectronic Giant is super powerful, but he doesn't like to take action. He doesn't explain everything clearly. My favorite sentence It’s just your guess, and once he says this, you have to be careful with the Sword God.”

"This guy's sword skills are extremely terrifying. He is known as one-size-fits-all. Once someone is 'guessed' by you and the other party guesses wrong, he will use his sword skills to erase the target and everything related to it. Note, everything! Including cause and effect, concepts Everything!

If you are chopped down, you are completely dead, and it is absolutely impossible to live again! "

"As for the possibility of guessing correctly, there is no chance at all. The God of Swordsman will not consider such a thing at all, he will only use the sword. So the best way is not to encounter these two guys."

"Explosion dogs are also very disgusting. These guys are endless. Once they get jealous, they will explode like explosive bombs. The destructiveness is extremely terrifying. They are no weaker than the sword gods. The most important thing is their numbers! Once they bite you , you will have to face countless chases and explosions until you are wiped out."

"But the scariest thing, or the hardest thing to guess, is actually the nuclear crab. Because this guy is the only one who is irrational. When a thorny problem that neither the God of Swords nor the Explosion Dog can solve arises, this guy will take action. .

When it is dispatched, it usually destroys those at the level of the multiverse. "

"So if we really encounter someone, all we can do is pray?" Li Cha couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"It's really unlucky for us to meet an author like you, Mu De," Wang Hai complained.

At this moment, Jason just felt unclear.

He used to think that the Great Martial Spirit Empire was pretty good, but now it seems like that's all it is?

So how terrifying should this dimension-ascension battle be?

Jason became curious.

"Are you all ready?" The greasy author looked at everyone, and everyone nodded.

The greasy author immediately closed his eyes, and then a door appeared in front of everyone.

"Going through this door, we will enter the dimensional battlefield opened by the main temple. I can't predict what will happen then. I wish everyone good luck." The greasy author said, "I sincerely hope that everyone can return 'Life in the original world."

The greasy author stepped into the door first, and everyone entered one after another. Jason looked at the door, exhaled, and walked in.

The original world? He doesn't care, but he does care about the battle to ascend the dimension. Only those who leave the low latitude and become the high latitude are truly alive. Although everything before is exciting, it is all false and may disappear at any time, just like now.

Therefore, he wants to break through to higher dimensions!

He wants to win this dimension-ascension battle!

In the battle to ascend the dimension, I, Jason, am here!

As the door passed through, Jason stepped into a huge arena. Countless eye-shaped cameras are suspended in the air. In the huge and vast arena, countless people are fighting hard.

The scene just passed by in a flash, and Jason and others appeared in a room surrounded by weapons, props, armors and even mechas, seemingly allowing them to choose at will.

Jason's mouth twitched slightly as he recalled the scene he just saw.

What the hell, a sense of déjà vu at the Grand Prix of Desire? (End of chapter)