The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 577 Out of Control
The clown's crappy speech was still going on, so you don't need to listen to him, just look at his unhappy and not very good-looking face, you can tell that he is extremely bored with what he is doing now.

The people in the hall were all stunned. They didn't know how they offended this god, why he would vent his anger on themselves, and most importantly, why this 'god' was different from what they thought.

Therefore, for a while, a deathly silence enveloped the surroundings.

"Oh, by the way, I didn't come to humiliate you, but speaking of it, I'm not very good at lying, so I didn't pretend to like you very much just now, so I have to apologize to everyone, right?"

As he said that, the clown smiled. It's just that the result of doing so might as well not apologize.

Discussions began to gradually appear, and some people who were kneeling just now were stunned on the ground, at a loss for what to do.

"So. Are you afraid of death?" At this time, the clown didn't care about the strangeness in the crowd, and said to himself.

I have to admit that in Parker's story, Ziliang and the others still pretended to be brilliant, so even with the clown's current virtue, this sentence still ignited the fighting spirit of many people.

"Don't be afraid!" shouted one.

Following these words, a man stood up, but he was a man, but in fact, this guy was only fifteen or sixteen years old at most, and his lean body made him look a size smaller than children of normal age.

"Oh? Are you not afraid of death?" The clown smiled and turned his head to the child.

"Yes! I'm not afraid!"

There was obvious excitement in the child's voice, perhaps in his consciousness, it was already an honor to be able to be seen by 'God' in this way.

"So that's the case." The clown nodded: "Then... have you ever died?"

"Eh?" The child was taken aback, wondering what kind of problem this is?
"You must have never died, I can tell." The clown said, and then looked away from the child, scanning everyone in front of him: "None of you have died and I can tell that you are all afraid of death, Otherwise, what are you doing here? Do you like to play a large-scale play house where hundreds of people get together? You can rush out, point at the sky and curse a few times, point your middle finger at the sky with your lower body, and then be shot My brains are all bursting out. Well, if it was before, I would really like to see that scene, it must be very interesting."

"So, whether you admit it or not, you are all afraid of death. This is nothing to laugh at. I am also afraid of death."

All of a sudden, the crowd seemed to explode uncontrollably.

God dies too?

Are gods also afraid of death?
In any kind of war, a "hero image" is essential, because it is a kind of hope, a kind of totem. Among the weak people, there is an invincible character who can stand on their own. On this side, the sense of glory and self-consolation that it brings to people is more effective than guns and bullets.

Therefore, there have been countless "heroes" throughout the ages, god-like snipers, and the god of war who entered and exited seven times among the enemy troops, making people feel that as long as they follow these guys, it is impossible to lose. It's worth it, because I will win in the end.

Although most of these so-called 'heroes' are just packaged.

And when a 'god' admits in front of his believers that he is actually afraid of death and will die, the 'divinity' is basically broken.

The clown should know this kind of mentality, well, maybe he doesn't know, he just came here to chatter a few words reluctantly.

"...But I'm not afraid of death," he continued, "but I'm afraid of the consequences of death. Because there is nothing to do after death, it's really terrible. Can't listen, I can’t watch it, how boring it must be, in fact, I’m just afraid of being bored.”

"I'm afraid it's boring like you guys."

"So. If this is the case, you have nothing to be afraid of. Because you are already bored to death." The clown suddenly changed the subject, and looked at the people in front of him helplessly: "You have yearning, but you don't want to die at all." Possibly, do you like money? A lot of people like money, or, you like women, the kind that shake your ass in front of you, whatever, you're never going to get that anyway."

"I don't know why you think of me as a 'god'. If I were a god, then I would definitely not be your god. Hey, you." The clown pointed at the child who just volunteered to say that he dared to face death: " Do you have someone you like?"

The child was taken aback. "Like it?"

"I like it, don't you have a woman who repeats the vision in your head before going to bed at night?" The clown said.

"I, I." The child didn't know why 'God' asked such a question, so he hesitated.

The clown's eyes swept across the crowd casually, and then fixed on the face of a girl. The girl looked about the same age as the boy, with some freckles on her face, but in this gray environment, she still gave people a sense of humor. Clean feeling.

The clown smiled, and strode into the crowd.

The crowd dispersed for him, and the clown came to the girl and grabbed her.

A very standard 'hijacking' pose, the clown wrapped his arms around the girl's neck, strangled her tightly in front of him, and pulled out a knife out of nowhere, and pressed it against the little girl's cheek side.

This time, everyone was shocked, what is this 'god' doing?

"How... how could this happen! Let her go!"

Some people shouted, some people struggled a few times, they raised their guns and aimed at the clown.

"Yo~ Yo~ Don't you guys regard me as a god? Why are you still pointing a gun at me?" The clown smiled: "Actually, you can shoot. My body is very fragile. It only takes one bullet to kill me." His fate is the same as that of this little girl."

As he said, the little girl was so frightened that she was dumbfounded, her body was shaking constantly, and she even forgot to cry.

In the crowd, the boy just rushed out.

"Let her go!" he yelled, if it wasn't for a few adults blocking him, he would have rushed to the clown's side.

"Hey, this is your little girlfriend. Well, she's really pretty." The clown said, "But, if she is stabbed a few times in the face, maybe it won't be like this."

Before he finished speaking, the blade in the clown's hand actually slid gently across the girl's face, and a bloodstain clearly appeared on the girl's face following the movement.

"Ah ah ah ah ah----"

The pain finally brought the girl back to her senses, and she burst into a scream.

On the other side, Hannibal couldn't stand it anymore, he came up: "The scene is a little out of control, we shouldn't let that lunatic do such a thing!"

However, Ziliang still stretched out his hand and stopped Hannibal.

"No rush, he has his own way of doing things."

(End of this chapter)