The protagonist in this game is a bit crazy.

Chapter 61 Silver Hair: I have a feeling someone is acting against me!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a giant human figure wielded a sharp blade and slashed down fiercely.

Meanwhile, outside, Karl's figure flickered and wavered continuously.

A method of mental suppression!

The secret created and never passed down by the God-King Keisha!

This is also the key reason why all the gods were terrified and bowed down!

Even Silver Hair wasn't entirely clear about its core technologies.

It's not that I don't trust Silver Hair; she taught him, but someone didn't learn it.

Ridiculous, right?

Of course it's ridiculous!

You should know that back then, Silver Hair almost swindled Lie Yang out of his entire savings for his coffin by studying under the guise of learning.

Even this silver-haired creature, with its near-demonic intelligence, failed to grasp the basics of the mental suppression technique.

Although he hadn't quite grasped the basics, Silver Hair wasn't a blockhead.

Since I can't learn it from the official version, I'll just play the pirated version.

Since I can't learn the complete version, I'll just play with the abbreviated version.

Anyway

If a tomboy has one, then I absolutely must have one too!

Regardless of whether it's a legitimate or pirated copy, let's not even mention the complete, condensed version.

Just tell me if you have it or not? Just tell me if it's usable?

('-')ノ)`-')～～

A single sword strike!

Karl, who had long since transcended the limitations of the physical body, appeared even more disheveled in the face of this sword strike.

Without the support and protection of a physical body, the damage of this sword strike was multiplied several times.

Even with the support of the Great Clock, they still couldn't overcome the trauma of mental suppression.

Glancing at the disheveled and dangling Karl, Keisha on the throne remained calm and said indifferently:

"The Great Clock, truly worthy of being called the greatest artifact in the known universe!"

Hearing Keisha's indifferent tone, Karl quickly steadied himself and bowed deeply:

"With the God-King before us, how dare the Great Clock claim to be the number one divine artifact?"

"Karl was speaking recklessly before, and we hope that the God-King can forgive Karl's mistake."

If Karl's humility before was merely superficial, then Karl's humility at this moment has reached its extreme.

The giant clock behind him was indeed powerful, but Keisha's method of suppression was even more mysterious.

Even he had only heard of it by name, but had never seen Keisha use it.

This time! He saw it, and he lost too.

Regardless of the extent of the damage from that sword strike, he knew he had lost the moment the sword fell.

Even if this sword strike can only inflict a tiny bit of damage, who knows how many sword strikes Keisha can withstand?

One sword strike is just a tiny bit, but what about a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand sword strikes?

bet?

How to gamble?

How many swords can Keisha wield, risking her life?

Although Karl was a bit crazy and abnormal, he was definitely not a fool.

At the cost of completely breaking off relations and being endlessly hunted down by the God King.

How many swords can you withstand? How long will it take to crack the Great Clock?

Carl neither wants to nor will attempt such a gamble.

In his view, this was a losing proposition!

Since he was destined to lose, why would he bother gambling?

After glancing at the humble Karl, Keisha clicked her tongue, sighed, and said:

"Aren't you going to resist a little longer?"

"Karl wouldn't dare."

Bending down again!

We bow again!

First greeting!

A loss is a loss, and no amount of talk will change that.

Since I am not as skilled as others, I should accept the God King's decision with equanimity.

No matter what decision the God-King makes, Karl is not someone who can't afford to lose.

of course

Besides the fact that it's not that they can't afford to lose, there are other factors as well.

He could escape the River Styx using the Great Clock, but would the King of God just let him go?

Karl could be certain that if he made any unusual moves, the first thing that would happen was that the Knowledge Treasury would be locked down.

There might even be a space-based super-object computing cluster to assist in locking onto it.

Since Keisha was able to come to the River Styx to kill him, and was able to do so so decisively.

This shows that Keisha already had everything under control, and the Grand Clock was also within her calculations.

Therefore!

He could escape, but he couldn't escape.

If we remain calm and face the situation with equanimity, perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope.

If he were to flee now, he would only face death and pursuit.

Even if they manage to escape the combined blockade of the Knowledge Treasury and the Space-based Computing Cluster, they will face relentless pursuit by angels and never have a moment of peace.

The primary condition for researching ways to break the void and mental suppression techniques is to have a safe place where he can focus on his research.

so.

He could escape, but he couldn't escape!

"You seem quite nonchalant."

Looking at Karl, who seemed to be awaiting her fate, Keisha shook her head and sighed again.

The more Keisha acted this way, the more Carl felt he had made the right bet.

The path to survival he sought still has a chance to be found today.

"Cut yourself!"

After glancing at Karl, who was humbly awaiting orders, Keisha finally made her final decision.

This decision was exactly the same as the suggestion Karl had initially made.

Self-mutilation!

This time, however, it was Keisha who made the decision.

Hearing Keisha's words, Karl responded without hesitation, cupping his hands in greeting:

"Karl, thank you for the God-King's mercy."

Although he was forced to commit suicide, Karl described it as mercy.

Or perhaps, in his view, this choice was the mercy of the God-King.

If we say that before, the self-mutilation was a compromise between the two, then...

So now, self-mutilation is the God-King's final act of mercy.

The reason is actually quite simple.

This was the method of mental suppression that made Karl submit for the first time!

Until the suppression method is broken or he becomes immune to damage, any decision made at the behest of the God-King is merciful to him!

I could kill, but I choose not to; that is mercy.

If you disagree, I can still wield my sword!

When the words of thanks were spoken, Karl suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, it flickered and dispersed wildly.

These are merely the external presentations.

If viewed from a spiritual perspective, Karl's abnormality becomes apparent.

What was originally a perfect source was forcibly destroyed by them, losing nine-tenths of it.

The remaining ten percent of the source is like a rootless duckweed.

If it weren't for the giant clock stabilizing his form, Karl's condensed form would probably have disappeared directly from the outside world.

After severing ninety percent of his own origins with a single thought, Karl forcibly stabilized his body, which was on the verge of collapse, and bowed in reverence:

"Karl dares to ask, is the God-King satisfied this time?"

"Ninety percent! You're really willing to give that up."

Even if Karl were to have 90% of the root cause severed, he would still suffer a great loss of strength.

Without a lifetime of self-cultivation, Karl would have to think twice before even going out.

Hearing Keisha's words, Karl responded humbly:

"Karlsher's is only a small part of the origin; what the God-King desires is the known universe."

"Karl here, on behalf of all spirits, thanks the King of God for his blessings."

It has to be said, when it comes to flattery, Karl is the best.

When he speaks, he knows the universe; when he closes his mouth, he speaks of all living beings under heaven.

It was clearly just flattery, but it was presented with such righteous indignation that it inspired awe.

"Alright! This matter is settled."

Keisha glanced at Karl below the main hall, then rose slightly and walked out of the hall.

Although she desperately wanted to kill Karl and put this scourge to rest in peace.

Unfortunately, time did not permit it, and the method of mental suppression was even more unacceptable.

The method of mental suppression is powerful, but Karl, that freak, is no pushover either.

"etc!"

"That's it? We lost already?"

Listening to their words and gestures, Silver Hair blinked his big, watery eyes.

Then, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Karl with suspicion, saying:

"Karl, you're not fucking throwing a tantrum at me, are you?"

(End of this chapter)