Knight Asylum

"Game administrator, what should we do? Should we teleport Yingshou back directly? The other players have also been teleported to other places."

Through the exchanged land clues, Tsumurai also successfully found the locations of several other contestants.

Like Red and Ukiyo Hidetoshi, they were all teleported to extreme environments, some to the poles, some directly above the magma, and the most unlucky one was directly teleported to the deep sea. If it weren't for the armor developed by the Desire Grand Prix, they might have died directly.

But death is only a matter of time, especially for the shark head that was thrown into the deep sea. It did not die, but was pressed to the seabed by the pressure and could not move.

"No - wait a minute -"

Kirori raised his hand to stop Tsumurai's actions.

From the beginning, he didn't believe that Mitsuo Hongo would be so kind as to offer help. If the alchemy sealed in the ruins was really so omnipotent, Mitsuo Hongo would have no reason to leave it alone.

There is definitely something wrong, and...this problem will cause some uncontrollable changes in the Desire Grand Prix.

Therefore, before figuring out what is going on, you must not display the abilities of the Desire Grand Prix too much in front of this tower.

At the same time, outside Gusu District, the Greeeds gathered at the border without any prior arrangement, and did not move any closer as if they were worried about being discovered.

"Hey, hey, hey - isn't that Kara? First it was the first king, and now it's Kara. Are there something wrong with your brains? Are you dissatisfied with your current lives?"

Pointing at the tall tower not far away, Wufan started cursing.

It would be fine for the first king, as long as they stayed far away, they could just hide even if the first king wanted to find them, but Kara couldn't do that.

Kara is the creator of their O coins, and all core coins are made by Kara, the creator of Greeed.

As creations, no matter where they hide, Kara will find them and take away their core coins.

"Well - there's no need to be so anxious. Since the two of them dared to resurrect Kara, they must... have a way to deal with Kara, right?" Compared to the petty Wufan, Kazali seemed much calmer.

Kara is a very troublesome existence for them Greeed, but this is [S·L], and there are as many dangerous guys as they want who can deal with Kara.

This time of resurrecting Kara...most likely he wanted to get something from Kara.

For example, the technology used to make core coins.

"Kazali, I advise you not to have any ideas--" Anku grinned, "You should know that the number of O coins in your body is not even a fraction of mine. You don't want me to pull out only one core coin."

Metzl also laughed faintly.

The calculation of Greeed's combat power is very simple. Whoever has more and more complete core coins will be stronger.

Anku and Metzl each have only one core coin that houses their consciousness, but they have an astronomical number of cell coins in their bodies, which is enough to eliminate or even crush the difference in the number of core coins.

"That's really too much. You guys dragged me into this." Kazali spread his hands and said, "It's not too much to ask for some compensation."

"Do you think Greeed has a guilty conscience?"

"Haha - that's true - but... we'd better unite a little bit," Kazali tilted his head to look at the tall tower not far away, and his cynical voice was much more serious this time, "You should know that in front of our Creator, no matter how many O coins you have, it is meaningless."

"It's hard to say."

Just when Reed and Ukiyo Hidetoshi were about to pile up like Notre Dame de Paris, gorgeous bubbles condensed above their heads and those of every contestant. A gorgeously dressed woman lay on her side on the throne, looking down at Reed and Ukiyo Hidetoshi proudly and lazily.

She was holding a scale in her left hand.

"My name is Kara. What do you want? As long as you pay the price, I can fulfill any desire you have—"

"I want the power to rule the world!"

The man at the pole looked up and shouted at the bubbles without thinking.

“Is this what you desire?”

Kara tilted her head to look at the scale in her hand. Many O coins fell on the right side of the scale, but the scale fell to the left side extremely quickly.

When the last O coin fell, the right side of the scale was completely tilted.

Kara grinned.

"No - your desires are below mine, so I am the one who gets to decide what desires you can fulfill."

"What!?"

The man's eyes widened.

“Come back from the Pole—that’s what you want to achieve now.”

As soon as Kara finished speaking, the man felt a biting cold. The armor brought by the Desire Grand Prix Belt was gradually unable to withstand the polar cold. As Kara said, the thought of escaping from the polar region gradually overshadowed the desire to have the power to dominate the world.

"Okay! I want to come back from the Pole!"

"All right—but you'll have to pay for it."

The pleasure of manipulating and controlling other people's desires made Kara unable to stop. In order to fill the void caused by being sealed for eight hundred years, Kara turned her attention to Reid and Ukiyo Hidetoshi who were in the desert.

No one can escape her control in this horizon of desire.

She is the maker of the coin of desire!

O Coin was born because of her!

No one can beat her in a fight with O coins.

Chapter 828 This is empty and unreal

Hongshang Fund Building.

Mitsuo Hongo stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding the wine glass in his right hand and shaking it gently back and forth. The scarlet wine sparkled like a ruby ​​in the sunlight.

He stood in silence, looking down at the bustling world, as if he was waiting for something.

A crisp knock on the door broke the silence, and Neelam pushed the door open.

"President Hong Shang, what on earth is that?!"

"Eight hundred years ago, at Wang Tu's request, the alchemist Kara used alchemy to allow desire to be born in this world in the form of an O coin—"

Hong Shangguang raised his head and said with a smile.

“Neelam, didn’t I tell you who she is?”

"Yes, that's what happened. I'm sorry, President Hongshang," Niram's breathing stagnated and he bent down to apologize.

Niram was a little annoyed. Just because he didn't understand Kara's power, he doubted the important shareholder and even went to question the shareholder. This was not what a mature and reliable producer should do.

It's all Kiroli's fault! If Kiroli hadn't grumbled in front of him, how could he have doubted a good shareholder like Hong Shangguang Guangsheng.

He turned around and fired Kiroly on the grounds that Kiroly walked into the office with his left foot!

"Then I'll take my leave now. Sorry—"

Just as Nilam was about to leave, Mitsuo Hongo suddenly called out to Nilam.

"Neelam, the VIPs of the Desire Grand Prix like this game, right?"

"This... is a bit embarrassing to say, because with your help, the ratings of the Desire Grand Prix have reached an unprecedented high and are still rising," Niram smiled awkwardly.

To be honest, he had already prepared for the ratings of this game to plummet. After all, this game was just a side effect, and the main purpose was to obtain the balance of desire.

“Neelam, as the producer of Desire Grand Prix, why do you think the ratings went up this time?”

Neelam blinked and tilted his head back slightly.

"This... is because of a new way of playing?"

"No, this game is no different from the Desire Grand Prix you played in the past. It's just... a more naked display of the Desire Grand Prix, or in other words, what the VIPs desire."

Hong Shangguang Mitsuo turned sideways, and the fingers holding the wine glass relaxed a little bit. As the wine glass tilted, the bright red wine quickly reached the edge of the glass, as if it would leak out and drip onto the expensive carpet in the next second.

Niram subconsciously stretched out his hand, but Hong Shangguang's hand was very steady, and the wine swayed back and forth on the edge of the glass very tightly without leaking out.

"What the VIPs desire?" Although Mitsuo Hongo is a valuable shareholder, Niram has the dignity of being the producer of the Desire Grand Prix. How could Mitsuo Hongo, who is seeing the Desire Grand Prix for the first time, understand the VIPs better than him.

"That is... the pleasure of manipulating other people's desires like a god."

Hong Shang Guangsheng chuckled.

"The brave men who could leave great deeds in history flattered them in order to fulfill their own wishes, but in the end... they were eliminated in a very ugly way."

"No one should expect a happy ending."

"For them, that is the biggest attraction of the Desire Grand Prix."

Neelam fell silent.

He couldn't refute what Hong Shangguang said.

VIPs can be roughly divided into two categories. Not to mention those VIPs who expect a bad ending, even those VIPs who have a heroic complex don't like dull and harmonious games.

They want to see conflicts and betrayal, because only in this way can they satisfy their heroic plot. As for what the hero is thinking... they don’t really care. If someone dies, they will say it’s a pity, and if someone is alive, they will say it’s good. While giving help, they will send the other party to a more dangerous game.

These VIPs with heroic complexes seem to be incompatible with those VIPs who desire a bad ending, but in the game arrangement of the Desire Grand Prix, they tacitly choose to increase the death rate, tempting the players to doubt each other, betray each other, and trample on each other's wishes.

That’s why the Desire Grand Prix has the current mechanism.

That’s why VIPs like the content of this Desire Grand Prix.

Because Kara showed what they desired at the Desire Grand Prix in a more naked way.

Abusing their own power to trample on the players' wishes, forcing the players to give up their original wishes and lower their heads to accept the wishes that Kara expressed with contempt.

VIPs who desire a bad ending expect these players to be tortured to death, while VIPs with heroic complexes want to see the players go through torture and finally break this desperate situation.

"No matter how many games a contestant of the Desire Grand Prix wins, his ending is bound to be tragic."

Hidetoshi Ukiyo scooped up sand and continued to pile it on Notre Dame de Paris. With Hidetoshi Ukiyo's expansion, Notre Dame de Paris became more and more majestic and tall, but no matter how exquisite it was, it could not change the fact that it was a building made of sand.

Red stopped intervening when the building was halfway built, because this was a building built by Ukiyo Hidetoshi, and if he fiddled with it casually, it might cause the entire building to collapse.

"Because the frequency of the Desire Grand Prix is ​​held... is very high?" After thinking for a while, Reid understood what Ukiyo Hidetoshi meant.

"Not only that—"

Ukiyo Hidetoshi let out a long breath.

"The losers of the Desire Grand Prix will have their memories erased, but as long as they are not dead, the Desire Grand Prix will pull them back to the Desire Grand Prix again and again, and at that time... they will remember everything about the Desire Grand Prix."

"include--"

“The resentment and resentment of having the right to realize an ideal world taken away from us.”

Ukiyo Hidetoshi tilted his head.

"In order to preserve the ideal world that he had finally realized, the winner of the last Desire Grand Prix can only throw himself into the Desire Grand Prix again and keep fighting. Even if trust is established, that trust will become false and ridiculous as it is forgotten again and again."

“Only… the power to realize an ideal world is real.”

"Until the Desire Grand Prix gets tired of this era, losers and winners alike will never have a day of peace."

“They won’t get tired of it until all the players break down.”

Hidetoshi Ukiyo stood up with his hands on his knees and a little effort. He waved his hand, and just a few grains of sand fell down. The majestic Notre Dame de Paris collapsed on the spot and turned into a pile of meaningless sand.

“Neelam, doesn’t this seem hollow and unreal to you?”

Nilam's pupils shrank sharply and he looked at Hong Shangguangsheng's back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in great surprise.

"The Desire Grand Prix is ​​limited by the shallow desires of the VIPs. It cannot bring any evolution and is just a meaningless cycle."

Hong Shang Guangsheng laughed softly.

"Kara, who controls the O coin, restricts the O coin, no—"

Hong Shangguang raised his voice suddenly and stretched his hands upwards, spilling wine as red as gems.

“It limits the possibilities of desire.”

"Let everything be limited to the scales in her hands. Desires and dreams are all as illusory and unreal as bubbles."

Mitsuo Hongo tilted his head slightly, and the figure of Niram was reflected in his left eye.

"That's why the ancient king sealed Kara at that time."

Chapter 829: Desire Worth Only 10 Coins

Neelam is a smart man, otherwise he would not have become the producer of the Desire Grand Prix, so Neelam knows very well what Mitsuo Hongo is expressing.

But the meaning conveyed by Hong Shangguang Guangsheng was too "advanced" for him, a man in the future whose mind was only filled with enjoyment, for whom everything had already ended.

If it were anyone else from the Desire Grand Prix organizers, they would probably just laugh it off.

But he pursued the sense of reality brought by the Grand Prix of Desire, and he could not tolerate fiction.

But Mitsuo Hongo's words made him feel anxious.

"President Hongshang, I understand your concerns, but please rest assured that the security mechanism of the Desire Grand Prix is ​​beyond your imagination. You just need to watch it all with peace of mind."