The World of Evil God game.

Chapter 664: The Iron Brain of a Materialist
The God of Hope counterattacked the Sixth Age, the Blank God began to comment professionally, the Root Will was addicted to a melee in the cesspool, and the source of the super crisis in the universe seemed to have been resolved a lot.

But in fact, in a corner where no one cares, the revival messenger is still persisting in his revival cause.

Even though he was constantly hunted by the incarnations of the God of Decline and the God of Blankness, the Messenger of Revival did not give up his ideals.

He abandoned the half of himself that once was a human being, and the remaining part was filled with the desires of deep space. As a result, the Messenger of Revival at this time could no longer be called a normal God-created God, and compared with other Deep Space God-created Gods, he was overly persistent.

Originally, we just needed to continue to hold on and we would always find a way out.

Because the real world has been riddled with holes by the erosion of deep space, even if those mortals and gods do not care, and even become extremely crazy because of it, they cannot change the current unfortunate situation in the real world.

Where there is demand, there will be a market; where there is a market, there will be revival!
There are always rural planets that cannot withstand the storms in deep space and thus pray for doomsday. So not long ago, the Messenger of Revival suddenly became strong and had a brief stalemate with the God of Decline, fighting for three consecutive days and nights before fleeing.

At that time, the Messenger of Renaissance felt that as long as they launched a general offensive from deep space, everything would be fine.

As a result, there was a big mess in deep space. Not only were several of the strongest entities wiped out, but the rest also had a hard time making a difference.

And the most important thing is that the God of Fiction did a good job. He turned everyone into game developers and artists. The opening of creative workshops made the fantasy power of the entire world reach its peak.

“When I was fantasizing, the world talked to me about reality. Now that I have begun to obey the desires of reality, the world has started to fantasize again.”

"Whenever I try to sell someone 'Friend, do you need a revival?', that person will righteously reject me and claim that he is a great artist and will make his own MOD if there is any need!"

"And the same goes for the kings. Now they can tweak all kinds of MODs according to their wishes. They try to use MODs to govern the country. I can't believe this is true!"

"If there is a plague or famine in society, then cooperate with the people of the Ares Medical Order and create a mod that increases medical benefits by 1000%. Oh my god, just go for it, who can beat you?"

"It's simply void medical treatment!"

"There is also food production, commercial output, and construction speed. These can all be achieved through MOD. This world no longer needs normal productivity! Is this still the real world? Why are there so many surreal things everywhere?"

"If there is not enough food, just buy a food production increase MOD. If it is still not enough, then start the void production, and directly arrange the code list of the Iron God. Brother, where does this food come from?!"

"Business. An ordinary store took a MOD, and the daily income is more than ten times what it used to be. Are you running this store like a gold miner? Fortunately, the gods know the value of gold coins. If there is an increase in production, there will be a decrease in production. It seems that all the money is taken out of the treasury of the God of Death. I can still accept this. At least the gold coins are not fake."

"But what about the other stuff?"

"Void minerals, void leather, void water. Oh, void water has been around for a long time. What I've always wanted to complain about is why spamming on the forum is also considered increasing water resources?"

"This breaks the natural cycle of rise and fall. I thought the God of Decline would be very critical of this, but I didn't expect him to play around with it and create a bunch of negative mods himself. So, guess who is lucky enough to experience these negative mods first?"

"Of course it's me! Who else would accept these garbage MODs? These meaningless things are made just to cause trouble. You idiots in the real universe, you have done something incredible!"

"The God of Decline will solve the conflicts among various MODs, and force his Decline MOD to be compatible with other people's MODs, so that a situation of 'both prosperity and decline' can be created at the same time, and the scene will be extremely chaotic!"

The messenger of revival is really numb.

The promotion of revival is not possible. With all the void output and void resources, who needs your revival? Even if you give him 50 years, there is still the risk of extinction and soul curse. Once he weakens, he will only have 25 years left. The revival messenger knows that his divine power is no longer competitive in this era.

I have given up everything and carried out in-depth cooperation with deep space. I should have received an enormous reward, but now it has turned out to be like this. All this is the fault of the God of Fiction!

Even if the God of Decline says come back, give up your ideals and look forward, the Messenger of Resurrection only wants to say, I finally strengthened myself and came back like lightning with the strongest posture, but you told me that there was a major version update and you didn’t update it? !

How can I look forward to this?
Revival is his ideal concept, which he cannot give up now. Without the human part, the revival messenger feels like a terrifying ghost lingering in the universe. But the key point is that the God of Ghosts does not admit that he is a ghost!
Then what kind of existence am I? !
"But fortunately, I still have one last method. Since I sacrificed my own power, gave up my own humanity and retrained myself, I have mastered more ways to use the power of revival."

"I have been hunted down, and during this process, I have been fighting with God. Gradually, I have figured out this power, and now is the time to use it."

The revival messenger waved his hand. At this time, he was hiding in a remote planet world. This place was not under the jurisdiction of any god, nor were there any legends of foreign gods. There were only native local "gods", but those gods were nothing more than some stupid and powerful beasts. The social civilization here also remained in the ancient tribal era.

This kind of civilization is the easiest to fool.

The revival envoy wanted to revive this civilization to the level of -1. He had thought so before.

Just like the negative luck magic used by those wizards in the past, the Messenger of Renaissance looked up the content on the Internet and learned it at the risk of being discovered and hunted down by the God of Titles.

Thanks to the gift of knowledge from this universe, and thanks to the platform created by the God of Fiction. This online library is the only creation that the Messenger of Renaissance is unwilling to condemn. With its existence, the knowledge of the universe will no longer be easily lost. As long as you are willing to spend time, the things and information that can be found are almost infinite!
Another use of the power of revival is the console!
That's right, the Messenger of Resurrection also mastered the use of the console. This was thanks to the various deep space storms caused by deep space in the real universe. They threw those concepts into the universe at random, which made the reality of the Sixth Epoch gradually accept those storms.

"Modifying reality is not your God's exclusive right. I was beaten and hunted down time and time again, and I finally realized this kind of power!"

The revival messenger decided to take action today. He had completed the preparations for the two revival forces. He was going to the nearest large tribe to bring them miracles.

but
It seems that someone is faster than the revival envoy. When the revival envoy came to the ancient tribe he had set his eyes on, he suddenly found that not long ago, the people of this tribe were still worshipping some kind of beast, treating those powerful monsters as gods, but now they have removed the totem of the monster and replaced it with a snake-headed man. Why does this snake man look so familiar?
Although the totems and portraits were very abstract, the Revival Messenger still felt that he might have seen him somewhere, and the communication between the mortals of the ancient tribes also made the Revival Messenger incomprehensible.

This is not a language problem, but these people are saying something even more difficult to understand!

"Look at me, mortals! I am a god descended from the sky. I will bring you a great and unparalleled revival. You will become the rulers and destroyers of the sea of ​​stars. No one can defeat you, except God. All knowledge in the ocean of subconscious thinking is at your disposal. You can pollute and erode any enemy and promote the glory of your tribe."

The messenger of revival jumped out and stood on the altar. He used his powerful divine power to change the appearance and scene of the world and created a standard ceremony of the advent of gods. Although this kind of appearance has long been out of fashion in many worlds, for ancient people, this kind of appearance could shock 90% of the tribesmen.

As for the remaining 10% who cannot be shocked, most of them are people whose brains are not up to standard, commonly known as those with IQ problems.

But today, the messengers of revival discovered that they were wrong.

No, it’s not my fault, but there is something wrong with this big tribe in front of me!

After these tribesmen looked at me on the stage in astonishment, they just looked at me like that. They didn't bow down or say words of praise like "the gods have come". They weren't even afraid!

Hey, are you scared?
The revival envoy was just about to ask this when the priest below came up with a feather duster.

"What are you doing? Can't you see we are using the altar to verify the great conjecture of the universe? Hurry up and get off the altar and stop making trouble. Which tribe are you from? Do you know the rules?"

"What? What great guess of the universe? How dare you disrespect the gods!"

The revival messenger thought that he had to teach these primitive people a lesson, so he cast a spell on the priest on the opposite side. However, the priest waved the feather duster in his hand, and the revival messenger's power disappeared in an instant.

This strange and terrifying scene shocked the revival messenger!
"What was that energy just now? Forget it, don't delay us from doing serious work, go down quickly, this altar will be used soon!"

"Don't try to act like a god. Don't you see that totem pole?"

The revival messenger: "I see. So what? It's just a snake god. Do you think you can fight me just by calling him out? Although what you sacrificed before seemed to be a beast, but..."

Tribal priest: "You are wrong. That totem is not for sacrifice, but for commemoration."

Revival Messenger: “Memorial?”

Tribal priest: "I can tell from the outside that you are from outside. How dare you pretend to be a god? I tell you, there is no god in the universe. We live in a materialistic world."

As soon as these words came out, the revival messenger knew something was wrong.

Are these all the people?!
"Hey, why are you shivering? If you're cold, you can go down and warm yourself by the fire. By the way, let me explain to you that the person on the memorial column is a mad cosmic wise man."

"He came to our tribe, enlightened us, taught us various calculations and theorems, and even left many books. He claimed that he wanted to tell us the true 'truth' of the universe."

“We couldn’t understand it at first, but after he enlightened us, we suddenly understood the words in those books.”

"After that, we began to prove and calculate the contents of the book, and the wise man of the universe who enlightened us suddenly disappeared. He was still shouting that there was no God in the universe a few days ago."

"But what the wise man said must be right, so we inherited his thoughts. There are no gods in this universe. In a materialistic world, everything needs to be verified."

"Even if gods really exist in the universe, they are materialistic, at least they don't live in the same reality as us."

“This involves things like the multiverse and quantum fluctuations.”

"If you want to listen, you can come down and discuss with us. We welcome all wanderers to have academic exchanges with us. There are also many visitors from other places. After listening to our academic discussions, they quickly joined us to discuss together."

"Ah! By the way, some people would say that our academic discussions have some kind of spiritual pollution, but we denied his conjecture. He stayed with us for a few days and left without finding anything unusual. Is that right? It's just an academic exchange, not a life sacrifice. How could there be any spiritual pollution? If you want to say it's swearing, then we admit it."

The revival messenger was dumbfounded.

He finally understood what was wrong with this world.

The cosmic wise man who talks nonsense and says he wants to enlighten the truth not only does not believe in the existence of gods, but he deliberately says so because he wants to.
That guy is still a snake man!

That's right, that guy is the devil of dawn!

On the Star of Art, his six faculties were split into pieces by a group of extreme mortals, causing him to lose all his abilities and amnesia, and he became a social volunteer. Now it seems that he escaped from the Beam Star. Maybe his abilities have been restored and he found that the Door of Truth has become a toilet, so he ran to a remote planet to pull a group of materialists to get rid of those idealists.

The result was a disaster, because he himself was a product of idealism, so when a large group of materialists gathered together, he was "thinked away" by them!
(End of this chapter)