The World of Evil God game.

Chapter 638 The Emperor Sent an Invitation to Steal the Toilet
Yes, the God of Fiction is right!
In fact, when the God of Fiction began to transform the various origin planets, the root will playing in the "Warhammer" world had already sensed the invitation from the Lord of Mankind.

That guy was desperately trying to convey information to himself, and the strength he put in made people worry that he might suddenly have an anal fissure on the toilet. In short, his voice revealed an eagerness and urgency, which probably meant - as long as you don't vote for chaos, we can talk about anything!

I can even give you my golden chair!
[Of course I will not join Chaos, Toilet King. What I want to do is to absorb the evil of this universe. But because of this, I will not join you either. As part of the basic logic of the universe, you must continue to produce evil for me. This is a game transaction.]

[Give me a golden toilet, you are just thinking about good things all day long! What are you doing with the toilet? And without the toilet, your empire will be ruined? Why does a game character think about so many useless plans all day long! Stay in the toilet! ]

Want to get up from the toilet and do something big? That's impossible.

Another important point is that the Golden Toilet is just a jokey name. It should be called the Golden Throne. The Emperor's remaining body sits on it and relies on this device to maintain its existence. Although the body of the Toilet King is still slowly decaying, his consciousness remains active in the warp.

Well. The body can't stand up. Isn't this also a slow start, Emperor ≈ Regichikas.

What are you talking about cleaning the toilet? Just wait five rounds before you talk about it.

However, the Emperor seemed very committed to pleading for help from the "Upper Narrator". Although as a background character in the game he should not do any extra operations, his love for the entire human empire and hatred for the Chaos of the Warp urged him to make harassing calls.

Even if it is in the game world, at least those chaos lunatics who are wreaking havoc on the galaxy can be completely eradicated. For a powerful person at a higher level of grand narrative, it is easy to do this!
How about we discuss it?

If you really don't want to help with the toilet, can we use some benefits to exchange for you sitting on the toilet for an hour every day? The empire will not be destroyed, isn't there a "background setting" to suppress it? If you let me go out for an hour, I will randomly select a lucky Chaos force to exterminate. We don't have any good things here, take whatever you like, we promise not to bargain, and buy one get one free, and pay ten times the price for fakes.

[I think I just heard this from a certain god. So you can get up anytime you want, but you just can't accept the consequences? Ha! Isn't that better!]

The root will feels that it has found the toilet king's weak spot. He cannot get up from the toilet because he cannot bear the consequences of getting up. Isn't this a manifestation of malice?

But this malice no longer comes from any one person, but from the fate of the entire human empire!
This makes the root consciousness sweet as if it were drinking honey wine!
Just, that's the taste, the taste is so pure! This kind of malice from fate, no matter how others resist, can't resist the malice, in the end, can only be reduced to a clown and a puppet, ending his sad and absurd life, and by the way, the corpse will be insulted by the passing ancient gods, which is even better!
Quack! This is a super delicious malice that you can never get in the real universe!

【MD, I've been waiting for you! 】

The root consciousness suddenly made a harassing phone call to the Emperor, and his words were full of admiration and praise for the Toilet King:

[You are simply the greatest kindness the universe has sent me. As a game character, your brilliance and the intense misfortune form a sharp contrast. It is this tragic struggle for survival that I want to witness! ]

[You know, I have wanted this kind of fate for many years, but I can't see this kind of fate in my world, because my world is full of lunatics! ]

[Not only will they insult the fate imposed on them, they will also shout "What the clown is doing!" From the cracks in the universe to the subspace spirit world, there is nothing they dare not provoke. Even mortals and dogs on the roadside can insult the evil of fate with disdain. Although the process will be a bit miserable, the result will always be what they want, because do you know about resurrection coins and church services? ]

[Oh! I know, you are an atheist and a human supremacist. Probably! But as a game character, you should also understand that the players from the upper narrative layer are gods to you, not to mention that these players are actually gods from another world. ]

[Me? I am not a god, but I am greater than a god! But the funny thing is that rank is the least valuable thing in our universe! The power of mortals can easily surpass that of the ancient gods, as long as they open their minds. Oh, right! Just like the green-skinned orcs in the background of your universe! ]

"That's really scary." The emperor on the toilet was also shocked. He once had a certain "deal" with an extra-large green-skinned orc. When the emperor was still alive, he was almost strangled to death by an extra-large orc boss. Although some people later thought that it was a deliberate release, or it was to give a certain warmaster a chance to perform.
But no matter what, the thinking power of the green-skinned orcs is indeed troublesome, but they are just "mortal creatures" after all. Although they are creations of the Old Ones and are not the products of natural evolution from the outset, who in the Warhammer universe cares about this?

At least for now, that's where they're stuck.

And if all the gods and mortals in a world had similar powers, wow! That would be awesome!
"So you're in bigger trouble."

[Yes, yes, after all, this situation is also an extreme manifestation of the universe's malice, but the most chaotic situation has caused the gap between everyone's levels to be not strict, and anyone who pretends to be cool may fly up in the next second. ]

[Even the God of Destiny of our universe, oh my god! He doesn't deserve to be called the God of Destiny! He is selling lottery tickets! He uses the power of fooling fate to fool the lottery, so that no one can win the prize! ]

"Oh, this is absurd."

The two guys started chatting with each other and gradually became familiar with each other. Although the Emperor repeatedly hinted at it, hoping that the Root Consciousness could find a random body to clean the toilet, the Root Consciousness, after being educated by the God of Fiction, believed that it was beneficial to sustainably exhaust the resources.

However, in the process, the toilet king in the game also learned more about the players, and he became more and more nervous.

Although as a background character in the game, I really shouldn’t think too much about it, because according to the setting, the human empire in this universe will never be destroyed in order to “sell chess pieces” and produce “derivative works”.

He was even tempted to think that if he really stood up from the toilet and stood at attention, the narrative layer would forcibly patch it up.

But does human life in the virtual world no longer count as life?
Although everyone thinks that they only love humanity as a whole and not individuals, in fact, they love everyone. However, they are not strong enough to insult the whole world by themselves, so they can only make choices in one trolley problem after another.

"Then at least help me get something. You don't have to clean the toilet!" The emperor gritted his teeth. Although as a mummy he had no teeth to bite, his body was still healthy in another "observation state".

"Didn't you say there was something like 'Resurrection Coins'? Can you give me some?"

[That won't work. The person who sold the resurrection coins and I have a big conflict. I just scolded him and told him to get out of here and never come back. That guy is very stingy and must have been holding a grudge against me for a long time!]

[And that guy is the supreme god in charge of death. Of course, it is different from the death you imagine. How should I put it? His kingdom of death is full of overtime work. Everyone says that they would rather live than work overtime in the kingdom of death.]

"You mean, the souls of people who die don't dissolve into the warp, but go to a kingdom of gods that only work overtime and don't corrupt others?!"

"Is this true? As long as I prepare my body, I can use the resurrection coin to pull myself up directly?"

[Ah, you don't want your people to work overtime, do you? Let me first say that although I don't know much about the game world, as far as I know, the death of a fictional character is just a string of numbers. Your people can't get overtime benefits at all. The salary is given to capable dead people. Your people will most likely only appear on the PPT financial statements made by workers. 】【The method of using resurrection coins to pull people in doesn't seem to require a body. It's just generated out of thin air. It's likely that the resurrection coin itself comes with a physical body. I don't know much about this either. I haven't used it. 】

The emperor fell silent.

But he was thinking about how to contact the God of Death. Obviously, the God of the higher narrative level was much stronger than his own "game character". Perhaps there was also a "real narrative level, or alien self" in other universes, but that had nothing to do with his current self.

All you need to do is protect the human empire in this "game universe".

What's the point of working overtime!
As long as my people don’t know anything, they won’t be reduced to working overtime every day. They will just live a lazy life with the salary offered by the Kingdom of Death, and they can also wait for resurrection. After all, since it is a workaholic type of kingdom, it certainly doesn’t need lazy people!

What he needs to pay special attention to are his outstanding descendants and warriors. If they are forced to work overtime, it is equivalent to becoming an alternative God's chosen one, although it is not considered corruption. Probably not corruption.

However, his descendants and warriors have powerful minds and can handle a large amount of government affairs in a very short time. Even the mortal governors on those planets have similar abilities, although that is also the result of overtime work, and they may even be exhausted to death. So, what's the point of overtime?
The thing I fear least in the Warhammer Universe is overtime!

"I want to ask, what are the overtime rules in the Kingdom of Death?"

[I don’t know, but if we take 24 hours as an example, it would be about two extra hours of overtime?]

"How can there be such a good company! This is simply a trap!"

【.? 】

"The people working overtime there are all dead, right? But, they are already dead but they are only working such a short time. They are really kind."

[No, it seems that there are living people too. Living people will buy some thought-provoking services because they can't stand overtime work. It seems to be called "I don't have time to die. I'm too busy."]

[Overtime is such a sad thing, and you actually think it's a good thing, oh my god wait, I think your idea has a point! ]

The root will suddenly realized a certain "opportunity"!
People in the real universe all hate the Overtime in the Kingdom of the God of Death, but here comes a guy who claims that Overtime is too kind. From an abstract point of view, he seems to be no less inferior than those weirdos in the Sixth Epoch?
As long as this toilet king promotes the "new overtime rules", the entire real universe will definitely complain. Isn't this strong malice the most abundant spiritual food!
The malice of overtime, the malice of anti-overtime, and the malice of the unconsciously generated "roll"!

[I say, your idea is really great! I am now interested in helping you connect with the God of Death. He might really try your fictitious employee! As long as you lower the salary asking price enough and show high efficiency in overtime work, he will definitely agree to let your person join the company! ]

[Even those who are angry because of overwork will come to play your game because they hate you. Their hatred has nowhere to vent, which may cause a huge wave in this game universe! Let the war in this universe become more smelly! ]

[I'll give you another tip. When the time comes, start a large-scale conscription, offer higher wages, some weekends off, or some empire benefits. Players will definitely come to work for you. The promises made by the Four Gods of the Subspace are just empty promises with side effects. There's no need to go after such rubbish units.]

【Ah! The game universe is so beautiful, anything unexpected can happen here! Praise the God of Fiction. If it weren't for him, I would never have been able to meet you, my confidant. Next, I will fully support the God of Fiction's war in the real universe. Our universe also has some minor troubles. I was stupid enough to join hands with those rubbish. Now I think about it and I really don't know what I am doing. I am just a clown! 】

In the real universe of the Sixth Epoch, the powerful entities in deep space cheered and guided the mighty force of deep space to invade reality. They flourished everywhere, causing corrosion and invasion in various star regions. The remaining gods also appeared one by one, and began to transform the real universe with their insane ideals!
However, the first huge wall that stood in their way was
The God of Time appeared, carrying a clock on his back, with watches wrapped around his arms and wearing reading glasses.

He looked towards a corroded planet where a fierce battle was taking place—an extreme mortal had escaped, the power of deep space was being defeated, and the twisted entities above the planet were screaming in panic:
"Oh my god, why is there an extreme mortal here? Big brother, stop chopping me, I'm not showing off yet!"

The God of Time shook his head.

This extreme mortal did not exist before, and was just "created" by deep space. Once people in the real universe lose their ideals, and then think a little bit to the extreme, and throw away their brains, they may become extreme mortals and start killing people.

It is foreseeable that the hospitals will be overcrowded in the future, and there will be a large number of new contestants in the Mortal Challenge.

Well, before more extreme mortals appear, let yourself deal with this a little!

The God of Time held one of the watches in his hand, and heard the fierce laughter and mockery from the deep space:

[Ah! Look who this is! God of Time! What's the point of you bringing those broken watches here! Time is the most worthless power in our deep space. Maybe you are a powerful God in the real universe, but your time cannot control deep space. After all, the timeline of things like "abandoned cases" is decided by us, not you!]

"Why are you arguing like a kid?"

[Because this is the setting of our Sixth Epoch! ]

"Well, I won't hide it anymore." The God of Time adjusted the time on his watch. After calibrating the time of this planet, he turned the hour hand, minute hand and second hand back to a certain moment.

[You want to turn back time! It’s useless, useless, useless! The time of the stars corroded by deep space is decided by us, and time cannot go back! ]

"I didn't go back." The God of Time pulled his beard and said, "I just 'emergency canceled' today."

"If many people are going to be corrupt and degenerate today, then can't we just cancel today and solve everything?"

Deep space: [?]

【Eh? 】

【Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! 】

(End of this chapter)