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"It's just that they have been false gods for too long. Since their birth, they have never really cared about humans."

"You are their playthings, specimens for their observation."

"So, you are destined to not get along with them. After realizing that you cannot be controlled by them, they came up with new ideas."

"They stripped off a part of you and created Mo Li in the Ancient City, but this was not without cost, because my existence, although I couldn't directly interfere with them, also caused trouble for them."

"In order to avoid being too involved in this endless cycle of time, they will not bring their true selves into this world."

"So, they prepared a backup plan long ago."

The young man turned around and tapped his fingers, and the sounds of the figures in the white mist around him reached my ears clearly.

A lot of complex voices flooded into my mind, like prayers, like crying, full of despair and unwillingness.

"In this city, they have deliberately created countless human tragedy."

"Countless people were infected with the zombie virus in despair, but they left those people with self-awareness. After suffering tragic events, those people naturally wanted to stay awake."

"Instead of being a confused zombie."

“They would rather suffer than perish.”

"And at this time, the Nebula Body appeared in front of them, bewitching them, like a real god, and fulfilling the wishes of those poor people."

"But it was a hoax. The Nebula Body fooled people."

"Those poor people, in desperation, held a ceremony here according to the instructions of the Nebula Body."

At this point, the young man gently rubbed his brows, exhaled, and spoke slowly.

"Using your human terms, it can be considered a sacrificial ceremony."

"After the ceremony is completed, the consciousness of everyone here will converge into this sea of ​​consciousness."

The young man took a few steps and came to the edge of the platform. He looked at the huge gear in his sea of ​​consciousness and spoke softly.

“This is a false Garden of Eden. Those people thought they could retain their self-esteem as human beings, but in fact they just walked into another abyss.”

“See that giant gear?”

I walked slowly and looked at the huge gear in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"That gear will draw power from the sea of ​​consciousness, and this power will be provided to the nebula body."

"In order to avoid this cyclical world, the Nebula bodies have no choice but to descend in human flesh. But at the same time, they don't want to be bound by the flesh, and they are even more afraid of being trapped in that flesh."

"So this sea of ​​consciousness becomes the anchor for them to return to their bodies. It also provides them with a constant supply of power through this huge gear."

"This is not without cost. All consciousness in the entire sea of ​​consciousness is being squeezed and cleaned of impurities every moment."

"Before long, the entire ocean of consciousness will become transparent, and these humans will completely erase their egos and become characters in a fairy tale world."

"They did not usher in their own redemption, but walked towards the path of destruction."

"Your body is actually immune to these, but in order to see you, I pulled you into this sea of ​​consciousness."

My heart moved and I turned to ask the boy.

"What about Tongtong? Is Tongtong also in this sea of ​​consciousness?"

The young man smiled when he heard this, shook his head slowly, and spoke softly.

"No, she is my creation, and cannot be affected by the power of the Nebula Body."

"To be precise, she is actually like my daughter."

The young man turned his head and looked at me with a smile, and said with a sense of evil humor.

"You see, the person standing in front of you now is actually your father-in-law."

I sneered and looked coldly at the boy's pretty face. I said in a deep voice.

"If you really treated her as your daughter, you wouldn't let her suffer these painful things."

"Isn't it?"

The young man was startled when he heard this, but he did not get angry. He pinched the book lightly with his fingers, and the pure white book turned into a white butterfly and landed in his hand.

"I'm just a self-aware machine."

"I don't really understand your human emotions. I need to learn. It will be a long learning process."

"Like you, I hate those two Nebulae, but one thing they said made me agree with them."

The boy stared at the white butterfly between his fingers, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke softly in a gentle voice.

“We are high above, like gods.”

"It's not because we are so great or noble."

"It's just because we are strong, stronger than you humans."

Chapter 181: Killing (I)

"Power has never meant nobility, but rather proof of plunder."

The white butterfly flapped its wings gently, flew away from the boy's fingers, and flew away into the distance.

The young man looked at the flying butterfly with complicated eyes and spoke slowly.

"If there really is a god in this world, I'm afraid he wouldn't even look at humans."

"It's perfectly normal for you to feel resentment and hatred towards us."

"But I can promise you that when everything is over, I will leave here, walk towards the starry sky, and never come back."

"Let there no longer be any existence as powerful as us on this planet."

My eyes flickered as I watched the white butterfly flying away. I suddenly stretched out my hand and reached out to grab it. The white butterfly flapped its wings, flew back from a distance, and gently landed between my fingers.

Seeing this, the young man smiled and spoke softly.

"It seems that you no longer resist your own end."

I lowered my head slightly, staring at the white butterfly between my fingers in a trance, a hint of bitterness appeared at the corners of my mouth, and I responded softly.

"If this is the best outcome, I... have no reason to resist."

The young man nodded in satisfaction, took light steps, and continued.

"Let's get back to the topic. Let's continue talking about how to get you out of this sea of ​​consciousness."

"In order to absorb power and keep this sea of ​​consciousness stable, the nebula body left behind a part of its consciousness, although it was only a very small part."

"The nebulae in this part, like their original bodies, have no fixed form. However, in this world constructed by consciousness, they have a human-like appearance. They are the kings of this fairy tale world."

"They are used to being high above and looking down on everyone. Naturally, they will not play an ordinary role, but act like a king, coldly watching everyone here."

"In this virtual fairytale world of the entire sea of ​​consciousness, no one will die. They are part of this ocean, a drop of water in the ocean."

“The tides rise and fall, and the water always returns to the sea.”

"But they are different, they don't belong here."

The young man turned around with a smile and spoke softly.

"Do you understand? Even though they are just a tiny part of existence, they also have the ability to feel pain in this world."

"You know what I mean."

I was stunned for a moment, then I suddenly realized, my whole body became energetic, clenched my fists, and spoke softly.

"I've been wanting to beat them up for a long time."

The boy nodded slightly and agreed in a low voice.

"Me too, it's time for them to truly experience what it's like to have pain."

It was at this moment that the white butterfly on my fingertips suddenly turned into fine white powder, and the fragments fell into my fingers. At the same time, a warm force surged and flowed in my chest.

"I used some special means. Now you can use the power in the outside world without any side effects."

"The rest is up to you, Su Li."

As soon as I finished speaking, the bridge beneath my feet suddenly disappeared, my body suddenly lost balance, and I fell towards the boundless ocean of consciousness below.

Purple clouds flowed by, and I turned around in mid-air, facing the wind pressure on my face. I squinted my eyes slightly, clenched my fists, and leaned down towards the surging purple, chaotic ocean of consciousness.

The sound of wind passed by my ears, and my body fell into the surging sea of ​​consciousness like a meteorite. At this moment, the complex consciousness of countless people flowed through my brain.

The sky was spinning, the sun and the moon were rotating, and it seemed as if in an instant, I had experienced thousands of years and fell into the vast universe like floating dust.

The next moment, I woke up from those countless illusions and suddenly opened my eyes.

The night sky was like a cover, blocking all the light. A pumpkin carriage that existed in fairy tales was parked in front of me.

It seems that I have returned to that fictional fairy tale world.

An old lady in a blue dress was looking at me with a smile and speaking softly.

"Go ahead, Cinderella."

"The dance tonight will be wonderful."

Cinderella? Cinderella?

I was stunned for a moment, then looked down and found that I was wearing a pure white dress, and my wide male feet were forced into a pair of crystal shoes.

Damn it, why am I wearing women's clothes? This time, I was assigned the role of Cinderella? Has this fairy tale world become so perfunctory?

Tear!

Without any hesitation, I reached out and tore the skirt off my body. At the same time, I used my ability of mimicry, and as my skin moved, a black windbreaker was put on me.

The old lady in the blue dress was shocked when she saw this and cried out in surprise.

"Cinderella, what are you doing?"

"Don't you want to go to the ball and meet the prince?"

I put on my black windbreaker and turned to look at the surprised old lady. In the original story, she should have been Cinderella's fairy godmother.

Listening to the old woman's shocked screams, I couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, and said lightly.

"The fairy tale ends here. You can go back now."

The old woman heard this, but she was unyielding and continued to speak anxiously.

"Cinderella, don't you want to go to the dance?"

It's a statement that seems more and more bizarre the more you listen to it.

I frowned and spoke softly while buttoning my windbreaker.

"I have always hated fairy tales, especially those with princes and princesses, since a long time ago."

The old woman was startled when she heard this and looked at me in confusion.

And I continued slowly.

"In the story of Cinderella, Cinderella was bullied by her stepmother and sister, and she had a hard life since she was a child."

"And her ending was that she was spotted by a lustful prince at a banquet to select concubines and became his wife."

"I don't understand, is the suffering she endured just to force her to marry a prince who attracted her at first sight?"

"If that were all, she would be more like the prince's prize. All her sufferings were just to highlight the prince's extraordinary status."

The old woman's expression became strange and she spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Cinderella, what are you talking about?"

I hate this name. After all, I am a man, and it always feels weird to be called Cinderella.

Black mist rose, and a bone bulged out of my palm, softening, shaping, and solidifying into a silver-white revolver.

I raised my revolver, pointed it at the fairy godmother in the story, and whispered.

"If suffering is only to make Cinderella obedient and accept her fate."

"Then, she will only be a plaything of the prince, and will be kicked away when she grows old and loses her beauty."

"After all, who would expect a prince who is attracted by beauty to be loyal?"

"I would rather be in pain than numb."