The protagonist in this game is a bit crazy.

Chapter 63 Keisha: You don't dare to gamble! Neither does Karl!

Inside the aircraft:

After leaving the Death Song Academy, Keisha immediately had Silver Hair pilot the spacecraft straight to the Hou Shenhe Galaxy where Lieyang was located.

Although somewhat reluctant, Silver Hair decided after a brief moment of thought to temporarily yield to Golden Hair's arrangement.

Who told me to inadvertently reveal my true thoughts just now?

She has never given up on the idea of ​​replacing Yan as her successor.

It's not that the silver-haired guy is too picky; it's just that he's dealing with people he doesn't like.

No matter how you look at it, the final result is still unpleasant.

Moreover, Silver Hair had his own little ideas.

For example, replacing the heir with one that one finds pleasing to the eye.

Looking at Keisha, who was sitting as still as a rock, the silver-haired man couldn't help but ask:

"Tomboy, I still don't quite understand."

"How could Karl give in so easily?"

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be this simple~"

Although I felt a little panicked, I wished I could forget what had just happened.

But my curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't resist teasing and testing him a little.

It's not so much a test, but more like dancing on the edge.

Death darts back and forth, that's Silver Hair's consistent style.

As long as it's not completely cold, this silver-haired creature won't behave.

In Silver Fur's eyes, enjoying a thrilling life and gaining extraordinary experiences is what matters.

Why not just do something reckless? What motivation would I have to keep going through this long life?

"Easy? Ha."

Keisha glanced at the silver-haired man tilting his head in confusion, then shook her head, chuckled softly, and said:

"What kind of illusion makes you think Karl gave in so easily?"

"Love?"

"I love you selling twisted dough sticks, hurry up and confess!"

Looking at Keisha's nonchalant expression, the silver-haired man subconsciously retorted before adding:

"You only made one sword strike, why did Karl immediately back down?"

"That's not entirely scientific!"

"No! It's perfectly scientific."

Meeting the silver-haired man's completely bewildered gaze, Keisha calmly said:

"I only struck once, but what does that one strike contain?"

"This sword strike is a full-force attack from the treasure trove of knowledge against the Great Clock."

"This sword strike also reflects our years of research on the illusory soul."

"This sword strike represents my maximum mastery of mental suppression!"

After rattling off a long string of answers, Keisha looked slightly tired and said:

"You think it's just a light, easy strike, but that strike has been accumulated over tens of thousands of years."

"You've said so much, but I haven't felt much of an effect~"

Hearing Keisha's explanation, the silver-haired man shrugged, completely bewildered.

She could roughly understand what Keisha was saying.

But in reality, I didn't see any results at all.

If it weren't for the support of the space-based computing cluster, there would be almost no difference between before and after the attack.

Even if it were an ordinary person, Silver Hair could probably withstand this sword strike.

Moreover, there will be no unusual behavior after this sword strike.

Under such circumstances, Karl has even less reason to back down!

What effect do you want to experience? What effect do you want to see?

Seeing the silver-haired boy trying to act silly, Keisha shook her head and said calmly:

"Indeed, I could severely damage Karl's soul with a single sword strike."

"But what effect will this have? Or what deterrent effect will it have?"

"With the support of the large clock, even the most severe damage can gradually recover."

Hearing Keisha's answer, the silver-haired man tilted his head from side to side and then said:

"According to your explanation, Karl's cowardice makes even less sense."

"They weren't deterred by major losses, but they chickened out at the slightest fluctuation?"

If even major losses have no deterrent effect, then minor fluctuations shouldn't be a cause for concern.

She also hoped the two of them would fight, preferably to the point of mutual destruction.

In that case, she could take the opportunity to loot the Big Clock.

If circumstances allowed, she could even move the giant clock back to Tiancheng.

Once the Great Clock has settled in the Heavenly City, if one wants to take it back...

Do you intend to invade the City of Angels, or do you intend to declare war on the God King?

Hehehe

Silver Hair's idea was certainly good, but unfortunately the two of them didn't give him the chance.

It was a fight that was neither painful nor intense; it didn't turn out like I had imagined at all.

Even if Karl was seriously injured in the end, she had no reason to loot.

unfortunately

What a great opportunity!

That's such a damn shame!

When Silver Hair thought of this, his eyes showed a hint of resentment and disdain.

Tomboy, what a great opportunity you had, why were you so useless?

Why don't you dare to fight Karl?

If we fight, won't we have everything?

The Great Clock is the first known artifact in the universe.

You're not tempted, but I'm really envious!

Meeting the silver-haired man's resentful gaze, Keisha smiled calmly and said softly:

"I admit it was a minor fluctuation, but this minor fluctuation you're referring to..."

Keisha paused slightly, then crossed her legs and said again:

"But it's permanent damage!"

"Even with the blessing of the giant clock, he couldn't recover from the damage that a normal person could easily recover from."

"Faced with irreversible, permanent damage, if you were Carl, would you back down?"

"This one"

Upon hearing Keisha's answer, the silver-haired man immediately realized the key point.

If it's a minor injury, I can just endure the pain and fight it out.

After the fight is over, I'll slowly recover from my injuries.

But the meaning of the word "permanent" is...

"It's perfectly normal and scientific for Karl to make this choice."

Seeing the silver-haired man's reaction, Keisha continued:

"Are you willing to bet on how much permanent damage I'll inflict next?"

"I'm still willing to gamble. How many sword strikes can I unleash in succession?"

"I"

Before the silver-haired man could answer, Keisha decisively answered for him:

"You wouldn't dare! Neither would Karl!"

"A gamble with absolutely no chance of success and extremely high risk."

"Once you bet on the wrong thing, you'll never be able to recover."

Karl understood her, and she understood Karl as well.

She set up this bet, betting on Karl's cautiousness.

She was even certain that Carl would never dare to gamble with her!

If Karl wins the gamble, he will pay a heavy price.

If I lose the bet, I will make sure he is wiped out.

Turn over?

Others might be able to survive, but Carl didn't have that option.

His ultimate fate is permanent demise.

Karl was also very clear about this.

It must be said that Keisha's mouth double is absolutely perfect.

Keisha gave all the answers.

Hearing such a specific answer, the silver-haired man pouted unhappily.

Finally, after letting out a groan, it asked, full of resentment:

"So, just how much damage can you inflict? How many swords can you deflect?"

"This one?"

Seeing the silver-haired boy's constant pouting, Keisha let out a silvery laugh and said mysteriously:

"you guess!"

"I"

The silver-haired creature silently opened its mouth and squeezed its legs together, finally unleashing a deafening dragon roar:

"Tomboy!"

"I can't say for sure, but it's enough for now."

(End of this chapter)