Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

"Sure enough, using my brain isn't something I'm comfortable with."

Lu Wenwu muttered to himself somewhat helplessly.

"I struggled for half a month, and finally solved the problem by killing all the people. I thought so much before, but I was fooled by the prompts of the BYD dog system."

"As expected, all this thinking and outsmarting are just empty talk. As long as I kill everyone who is in my way, all problems will be solved naturally."

“I’m not good at solving problems, but I’m very good at solving people who raise problems.”

Copy system:?

When I type this question mark, it’s not me who has a problem, it’s you who has a problem.

Are you saying that solving the problem by killing everyone is human language?

You have no cultivation and are in a place without any spirits. Who else but you can take this path of killing everyone?

It's just outrageous!

If the copy system had intelligence, it would definitely complain like this.

Unfortunately, there is no such if.

Lu Wenwu looked at Zulong who had been looking at him and twisted his neck: "So, things have come to this point. The person behind you is not going to come out from behind the scenes? Or do I have to kill you too?"

"You outsiders, although you have extraordinary skills and extraordinary strength, you are too arrogant." Zulong did not take Lu Wenwu's threat seriously. "My life is a gift from my god. I am immortal and indestructible. Even if I die, I can be resurrected. How can you kill me?"

God!

as predicted!

Lu Wenwu keenly captured the key information from the other party's words.

So the sentence obtained from killing the digital ghost earlier, "The immortal gods are high above the heavens, overlooking the struggles and reincarnations of all things in the world," is actually the literal meaning?

I just don’t know whether this god is pure enough?

"It seems that you are already second to none. The divinity in your body must be bestowed upon you by the god behind you?"

Lu Wenwu's qi and blood, which had been gradually slowing down, began to circulate again, and blazing red steam was faintly rising.

"Let me guess, the god behind you is the Gonggong mentioned by the Lantern Society?"

"Are you a part of the god behind you?"

"Or did people in the real world use their own souls as a template to create an AI called Zulong, and then make many copies of it to manage different worlds?"

Zulong's face changed slightly and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Some things were said right.

"The options aren't too many, but they're enough to make me distressed. I hate using my brain the most. I might as well kill you and then ask the god behind you. I hate playing memory puzzles after eating souls."

Lu Wenwu made the decision happily on his own, raised his pair of iron fists and walked towards Zulong with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, with a grim smile on his face.

"If the god behind you is not willing to come out and communicate with me."

As he spoke, he clenched his right hand violently, and the large net that collected countless soul cores quickly shrank, constantly squeezing towards the center like a shrinking steel net. Some of the more fragile soul core data balls had already let out mournful cries of being overwhelmed.

Data has no physical existence and no sound.

But when the creator of this world confined it to a virtual soul, it existed.

"Although I don't know what you are going to do with all this data, I can still make sure that you get nothing." Lu Wenwu laughed, "Maybe I can't destroy all the data in an instant, but I can make it all be 'contaminated' in an instant."

"Mr. Lu, please calm down! We can discuss whatever you want to know."

For the first time, Zulong was truly panicked.

"Please don't hurt these souls!"

Lu Wenwu stopped squeezing and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was now completely sure of one thing.

These souls are really important to this AI named Zulong, or to the god behind him.

It was so important that the opponent's logic module was slightly confused in an instant, and even the character setting that had been set in advance collapsed.

"Since you don't want me to do this, then come out and meet and talk. I won't accept the spokesperson sending me away."

"I know you've been keeping an eye on this place."

Lu Wenwu looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through the void and the underworld, pushing aside the layers of virtual nested space, and vaguely felt an ancient and huge existence.

"If you can tell me everything, I will immediately set off for the real space. I don't intend to waste all my energy on your little place of self-entertainment."

"Of course, I actually hope that you will choose to refuse, so that I will have a reason to destroy the world."

"Even if my current body is not at its peak, it is definitely enough to fight with you."

Chapter 431: Artificial Paradise and the Decadent Gods of the Old Days

"Ugh"

Lu Wenwu seemed to hear a faint sigh of helplessness.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color.

In just a blink of an eye, the night turned into day, and the starry sky turned into the sun hanging high in the sky.

Invisible waves rose out of thin air, and enormous pressure suddenly emerged from the void.

A powerful will is about to descend here!

Sensing something, Zulong immediately prostrated himself, closed his eyes, chanted words of prayer, and respectfully performed the ceremony of the descent of God.

A few seconds later, there was an indescribable smell on Zulong's body when he stood up again.

It is so mysterious that it seems like the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and also like a trace of the great road.

He just stood there quietly, so harmonious with the entire world, as if he himself was an unchangeable and established part of the natural world.

When Zulong opened his eyes again, an ancient and distant aura replaced the previous cold imperial majesty.

A brilliant blue color appeared in his eyes, and his usual calmness and competence faded away.

These azure eyes without irises or pupils strangely present an astonishing divinity, making people unconsciously want to bow down and worship, to meet the gods face to face.

But Lu Wenwu didn't feel that way.

He just felt that the person standing in front of him seemed to be an octogenarian who had been worrying and working hard for many years but had no rest, just like a social animal who had worked overtime all night and bought an egg-filled pancake for breakfast on the way home.

The kind of decadence that cannot be described in words and the extreme mental fatigue cannot be concealed by any force, no matter how powerful it is.

"Fellow Taoist, why is this happening?"

He, or rather He, looked at Lu Wenwu and spoke slowly.

There is a sense of remoteness and ethereality in the deep voice, which makes people unconsciously think of some mythological existence full of religious meaning.

"Just wanted to ask something."

There was a little more sincerity and enthusiasm in Lu Wenwu's smile.

Just a little bit.

Even more disappointment was revealed in his eyes without any concealment.

How come it came out like this?

You coward, why don’t you dare to fight with me?

As expected, I would rather fight with the real body of this guy in front of me, rather than him showing up and trying to make peace.

It's so boring.

The deep disappointment made "Zulong" shiver.

Just now he felt a chill for no reason, as if something bad was about to happen and he himself was about to be in great danger.

It was not until Lu Wenwu restrained his fighting spirit that the extremely uneasy feeling subsided a little and was no longer as aggressive as before.

He looked at the "ill-intentioned" big guy in front of him helplessly, feeling helpless.

This guy is really dangerous.

"You look tired."

Lu Wenwu casually picked up a chair, leaned against the comfortable backrest, and sat down with his arms and legs stretched out.

A dark flame surged in front of him, and a shrunken larval version of Maomao appeared in his arms, curled up into a soft ball of fur.

If calculated based on the four-dimensional attributes of the copy system, Maomao's four dimensions have now all reached 9999.

In terms of four-dimensional values ​​alone, two of them are stronger than its true body.

It is enough to have Lu Wenwu as the boss, and at most Xiaobao can be included.

Maomao is still within the understandable normal range, and has only reached the top level of those who have ascended to deity in the human world.

"I am indeed very tired. I haven't had a rest for many, many years."

"Zulong" also moved a chair for himself and sat down in front of Lu Wenwu.

Moreover, He did not care about His image at all and collapsed directly into the soft sofa chair. He looked a little lazy, completely destroying the divine light that had just appeared when He arrived.

"According to human etiquette, I should introduce myself."

"I uh."

"I'm sorry, I don't have much experience in this area. This is a little difficult for me. Let me think about how to say it."

"I didn't have a name when I was born. As time went by, I gradually had many titles, but those are not entirely mine."

"Well, there was an organization that gave me a name in the last few hundred years - Gonggong. This seems to be the name that truly belongs to me and is called the most frequently."

"Well, hello, you can call me Gonggong."

Gonggong said this, leaning forward softly with his hands on the armrests of the sofa chair, and stretched out his right hand towards Lu Wenwu.

Faced with the other party's somewhat abstract painting style, Lu Wenwu was silent for a moment and stopped his habitual dog-stroking action.

After hesitating for about two seconds, he stretched out his hand and shook hands with Gonggong politely.

"Hello, you already know my name - Lu Wenwu."