My life can't be a harem game!

But the question is, why did Lu Jun lie to himself? Wasn't it the artificial intelligence he created?

Just when Lu Fengxian was distressed about this, the Barbarian God continued to speak with a smile.

"Well, after all, it's not an AI created by you, so it's easy to understand~~~"

puff! ! !

"What did you say, Lu Jun? He is not the artificial intelligence I created?"

"You were too surprised. Not only did I notice it, but others should have noticed it too. I just didn't tell you."

"cocoa....."

Lu Fengxian was choked by his words and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Don't say anything like "but for the future" or something like that. No one stipulates that the future must help the past. We are actually parallel to each other, so whether to help or not is up to us in a moment."

The barbarian god's smile was filled with unspeakable malice, and his red eyes were full of helplessness. He had told him again and again that the so-called future would be free for him, without any restraints at all. Even if he could occupy their bodies in the past, what would it matter? As long as they didn't want to, how could Lu Fengxian control their bodies with his own qualities?

"I... understand." After hesitating and struggling, Lu Fengxian finally nodded vigorously.

I did have doubts and confusion in the beginning, but if I still had doubts when the other party had explained it so clearly, I would be a fool.

Even if the future did not help me in the past, did not help me completely, the future path will not deviate. I must, definitely, absolutely save, save my poor sister!

At all costs...

"I'm glad you understand. The time is about right now. Good luck." Lu Fengxian's silence was seen by the Barbarian God. He rolled his eyes helplessly. His former self was indeed sentimental.

"Not much time?" Lu Fengxian was confused. "What do you mean?"

"Literally, your stay here has almost reached its limit, so it's time to go. I approve of the past."

As soon as the words fell, before Lu Fengxian could think about what this meant, an unprecedented feeling of fatigue spread all over his body. Without even the time to say goodbye, he slowly disappeared...

The Barbarian God got up from the ground yawning, but he was not surprised by Lu Fengxian's disappearance. If it weren't for his roar that forced him to recover some of his spirit, he would have disappeared without even having the chance to test himself.

He stretched himself and rubbed his sore eyes. The Barbarian God raised his hand and waved it, "Well, voyeurs, the perpetrators are gone. It's time to come out."

"..."

The only thing that answered him was the silent air.

"It seems that he doesn't want to come out." The Barbarian God spread his hands helplessly and stomped hard on the gravel ground. The terrifying force spread around with his feet as the center. The shock wave visible to the naked eye disappeared silently in a dark place in the cave, as if it was swallowed directly by the monster's wide mouth without mercy.

"Don't make me so troubled..."

Looking at the dark place with interest, the Barbarian God smiled lightly and walked slowly towards it. But before he took a few steps, the scene suddenly changed. Countless knives and swords protruded from the ground, standing in front of the Barbarian God with cold light. He only needed to take one step forward to pierce his skin and enter his muscle tissue, and blood splattered on the spot...

The normal reaction is to stop and wait, then decide whether to move forward.

No matter from which angle you look at it, the Barbarian God is not a normal person, so when he saw this scene, he didn't even blink, and then took big steps forward.

The swords touched his skin, and even his eyeballs had multiple blades facing him, but when he took this step -

Click.

The sword that was flashing with cold light against his body shattered into pieces inch by inch, and in an instant, he suddenly became clear.

Three human-shaped shadows that were darker than the others were floating on the wall. One of them was dark but exuded the fragrance of flowers and plants, one was full of pure murderous intent, and the other was as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath.

"I cannot cut through such a tough body." The shadow, as sharp as a sword out of its sheath, trembled twice and said in a low voice.

Rolling his eyes, the Barbarian God directly tickled his nose with his fingers and said lazily, "Boring trick, swordsman, you are still the same as always, liking to transform your aura into a blade."

"Cowherd, you should get rid of the flower scent on your body. I almost thought it was a woman when I got closer."

"And the killer is just standing there like an idiot. Can't he tell a few jokes to liven up the atmosphere?"

Manshen was not unfamiliar with them. As one of the results of Lu Fengxian's change of the future, he and these three guys could be considered old acquaintances.

Rough words, decadent movements, and a careless expression.

The future belongs to the same person, the swordsman, the killer, and the gigolo all feel ashamed in front of this guy.

"Can you tell me why you should help the past? You should just let it go and obey fate so you won't get hurt any more."

The shadow representing the Cowherd said this while shaking.

"Tsk, that's your idea. Since I've passed the test, I will naturally help him with all my heart. Thinking about it over and over again before doing it is a woman's way of doing things."

The Barbarian God looked around at the three dangerous shadows, raised his middle finger and cursed, "Did you guys get born in the wrong body to become men? You don't even have this much courage, what are you doing? Are you getting more and more cowardly as you get older!?"

“…”

Even though they were experienced, they hadn't heard such a despicable way of communication for a long time. When they heard it, they were surprised but also powerless to respond.

46. This is the end and the beginning

Already, there is no need to change the past.

This is the consensus of all the 'future' that has remained in the past so far.

"The human 'I' is not qualified to change the future. If that's the case, why not just calm down and accept the unfortunate but ordinary future?"

"Swordsmanship can help you become a coach at a kendo gym, elegant words can help you survive better, and being a killer can make him understand that no matter how much he has, if he doesn't accept his fate, his future will only be a tombstone."

Each item was revealed one by one, perhaps a little suddenly, but it was the best reflection of the inner thoughts of everyone who would teach Lu Fengxian new skills in the future.

Don't change anymore, the so-called future will only get worse day by day, there is no need to work hard anymore...

After being hit again and again, and being hinted at again and again, the ultimate hope is that one will recognize the limits of one's own abilities and stop doing unnecessary things.

"You guys really think of yourself as an old babysitter." Disdaining these actions, Barbarian God, as one of the future, was neither optimistic nor disgusted with their actions. If the past self could not stand the test, then it would be fine for him to ignore it...

But he has withstood his own tests and proved his determination to have a happy future. In this situation, I can't just sit back and do nothing.

"He is the 'past', and he is also the root of everything we have ever been. It would be fine if he failed to pass your test, but as far as I know, you didn't even give him a chance to test him and rejected him completely..."

The Barbarian God's red eyes were half open and half closed, his face full of smiles, but there was a hint of murderous intent brewing in them.

"How about equal treatment? Stop watching. The reason you follow me is because you can't let go, right? If you still have expectations for the past, why are you following me?"

Even if there is no hope for the past, even if there are always reservations about the past, being here now and following Lu Fengxian is the best proof.

Can a future with nothing, a miserable future, be easily abandoned?

"They are just like a bunch of sick people. They know what they really want but they keep hiding it. It's annoying."

The Barbarian God said with disdain, as they were also one of the future, he totally could not agree with what these people did.

If you want something, you should do your best to get it, using any means necessary.

It's like self-deception. You clearly have the power but you don't help. You clearly want to change but you don't dare to take any step.

"It's time, it's time to change. Don't question it. We are on the same level. Now I don't want to live anymore."

The Savage God whispered this, turned around, squatted, and made a sprinting motion, and finally—

Stab-! ! !

There was a sharp sound of air explosion, and the air produced ripples due to its extremely fast speed, spreading out in all directions like the surface of water.

Although he was slightly behind, the three shadows behind him were not slow at all, and they also flew quickly in the direction he left.

However, the road ahead that he followed was littered with corpses. Without any warning, he began his killing in this dark and gloomy cave.

It was a battle, and an extremely brutal one.

When the three shadows arrived, the dust had already settled. The Barbarian God stood at the end of the cave, covered in blood, in front of a big door that kept circling like a ghost, his face full of emotion.

"Demon Gate, this is the first time I've seen you since those Demigod bitches tricked me into coming here to clean up the monsters..."

As if awakening his memory of being deceived by those people and spending day after day alone here, the Barbarian God's face suddenly twisted together, and nostalgia turned into madness. He gritted his teeth ferociously, clenched his fists tightly, and made bursts of bone cracking sounds.

"I will no longer suppress myself, no longer desire life, no longer accept everything, I will do my best to give you, the one I have been waiting for--"

Countless blood-red lines covered the body of the Barbarian God. If the power value that was oppressing Lu Fengxian before was ten, then the current value was at least over one thousand, which was beyond the limit of human imagination.

Moreover, this is not a foolish and blind increase of one's own strength, it is just an adjustment, adjusting the strength to the original level.

It was like a lion wearing a bite-proof mask, or a giant bear with its claws and fangs smoothed. I almost forgot my full strength and almost thought of myself as a harmless little rabbit...

Now, is what you are protecting what you really want to protect?

The answer is no...

Or on the contrary, is it that the thing you are protecting now is the thing you want to destroy the most?

Enough of repression, enough of endurance, liberate yourself, and get rid of all the things that have been restraining you and your soul——

【Collapse】

Roar----

The angry roar continued for a long time.

.........

Right above this cave, in a luxurious palace, a group of handsome men and women are leisurely tasting the fine red wine in their hands, and comfortably putting amethyst-like grapes in their mouths. In front of them are various races playing non-stop and extremely bloody gladiatorial battles...

Yes, in the center of this luxurious palace, what is taking place in the iron cage above the wine pool surrounded by countless people is undoubtedly a gladiatorial fight, and an extremely bloody one at that, a fight between humans and monsters.

They are humans who have a huge gap in strength and need to fight hard to barely have a chance to survive. They hold swords in their hands, but their faces are ferocious.

It was a monster, about half a meter tall, with hair on its body standing up like that of a porcupine. It was drooling as it looked at the meal that was trying to resist it.

The result was not beyond the expectations of the sub-humans.

The reason why a miracle is called a miracle is because it is rare and precious. Something that happens easily is definitely not a miracle.

Humans holding swords and demon wolves may sound and look evenly matched, but in fact the gap is absolutely huge. The muscle utilization rate of wild beasts is several times stronger than that of humans. After being demonized, the demon wolves have lost the concept of pain. A fully armed human army squad may not be able to destroy them, let alone an ordinary person holding a sword.

Most of the losers were demi-humans who had just started playing here not long ago. Real veterans would not make such mistakes.

Of course, in this kind of fight where the winner is obvious, the loser won’t lose much, and the winner won’t win much either.

But, whether winning or losing, they enjoy the current situation and cheer to their heart's content.

Vulgar and elegant, bloody and calm, strong and weak.

These three opposite words have become the main pronouns here, constantly attracting new participants.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a den of brothels, with people standing on the high platform to watch the fights, people risking their lives to gain benefits in the middle of the wine pool, people who have narrowly escaped death... and finally, people who use these two to make huge profits behind the scenes.

Created equal, created unequal.

This is probably what the founder really wants to express, but the real organizer and sponsor here are people that many people would not expect.

They are a group of handsome elves with slightly long ears.

At the very top of the palace, there were several people dressed extremely thinly, wearing golden ornaments on their bodies, with extremely attractive skin, and eyes of different colors staring directly below, looking down sharply at the sub-humans who were enjoying themselves.

The representative of the matriarchal clan - the elves.

Unlike ordinary life forms produced by mating between males and females, their way of reproduction does not require the union between men and women, but is instead produced through the union with nature.

Most of them are handsome men and beautiful women, and women are dominant, while men are in a weak position.

"Another big payout. These are some seriously heavy-handed customers."

"Most of the time, it's not that the sub-god species are inherently tyrannical. They use this to make a lot of extra money."

"But the real profit is the demonic energy underground. It has extremely powerful energy and is almost endless. We can say that we have made a lot of money."

The teasing words, glances and smiles are full of endless charm, but what they reveal is dirty desires. Their faces are always smiling and pure, but in fact they are always thinking about extremely dirty things in their hearts.

In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that in the tribal era before the brave period, women were the real dominant force. Relying on their innate more delicate movements and nerves than men, they dominated for a long time. Later, due to the changes of the times, things gradually changed.

The more delicate a person is, the easier it is to be dirty. Intelligence is another way of saying meanness. Females are not a symbol of purity. There are many times when they are dirtier than males...

From the rumors outside, the so-called beautiful and noble female elves are wearing gauze-like clothes, and several of them are kissing each other. It can be seen that they are not only making money, but also playing lesbian! ?

"The cost of suppressing monsters, the energy use of demonic energy, and bringing some monsters up from time to time as a side show, it's really amazing. How did we come up with these ideas in the first place?"

"It's not that I'm too powerful, but that person is too stupid. I don't know where he got the power from but he didn't hide it. I just took advantage of it a little bit."

"Those guys definitely didn't expect that the so-called monster suppression costs actually didn't exist at all. They were all suppressed by that guy~~~"

Licking the corner of her lips contentedly, one of the elf girls present narrowed her eyes and smiled coquettishly, her words full of

A white-haired female elf had a good memory and could still remember everything about that person. She reminded him with lingering fear, "But is it true that the monster won't attack us? I always feel a little scared..."

All the elves present disagreed with her worries and said this with a disdainful smile.