Gus bit his lip hard.
But it was difficult to contain the trembling of his legs, let alone the surging desire to urinate like a wave.
No matter how many bad things Lu Qingchen told him about the boxing champion, how much the truth of the world was revealed, and how much anger and hatred he felt.
When this teenage boy faced the creator of this world, the legendary "Creator God", he still couldn't control his urge to cry and worship.
He could only recall Lu Qingchen's words time and time again.
Recalling the devil's hippie smiling face, but he was not afraid of anything.
Recalling the tragic death of my father, my mother's death in depression, and the ridicule, ridicule and humiliation I have suffered since I was a child, because my body is weak and I am not suitable for practicing the way of iron fist.
If the boxing champion is really the god of creation, creating and controlling everything.
Then, the death of father and mother, his own tragedy, and his sister's falling into the path of steam were all arranged by the boxing champion.
The boxing champion is the culprit.
What qualifications do you have to pretend to be gods and ghosts in front of yourself, and put on such a resplendent and dignified appearance
Thinking this way, the young man condensed his growing anger and hatred into bones and armor to help him hold his head high and glar at the legendary "God".
"If Lu Qingchen is right—"
Gus thought, "Then, the essence of the so-called boxing champion is just a stupid robot. Under his iron shell, it is not a bunch of messy data, and I, and my sister, and my parents, and boxing What is the difference between everyone in the God World
"Everyone is a tangle of data and information. What qualifications does a boxing champion have to enjoy our worship and decide our life and death? Why! It doesn't make sense!"
Gus took a deep breath, and suddenly found that his legs stopped shaking, and the urge to urinate disappeared.
Miracle! This young man with no strength to restrain a chicken was able to stand upright in front of the Creator God, and roared to the Creator God: "I am not your child, I am the son of 'Glenn', the number one expert in Chijin Town! You are Boxing champion? Since you can lock me, it means that you have discovered the existence of demons, so what are you waiting for, destroy us—just like you have destroyed thousands of worlds before!"
Opposite the young man was the magnificent and majestic giant who looked like a palace in the sky. It seemed that he did not expect the young man to have such determination and courage.
The boxing champion was silent for a long time, and suddenly he became shorter, squatting down in front of the boy as if condescending.
"You are completely wrong, my child, don't believe Lu Qingchen's deception—in the higher-dimensional universe, he has always been known for his rhetoric and demagogy. Countless people have died tragically in his lies. Death never wakes up."
The boxing champion said gently and sincerely, "No matter what he said to you, he was deceiving and using you. Even if he told some truths, he would tear them into pieces, re-edit them, and splicing them into what he wanted. In the end, when you wake up and realize that you are just a pawn to be played by him, and you are betrayed by him, how can you turn around in time?"
Gus froze.
It's not that I completely believed what the boxing champion said.
Rather, he did not expect that the legendary "Fist God", with the might of a rage and the power to destroy heaven and earth, would have such a gentle attitude.
For the boxing champion, Gus is obviously just a bunch of data, a piece of dust, an ant.
When the boxing champion sneezes, the boy will be wiped out.
He didn't have to explain everything to Gus, let alone put on - even pretended to be - so gentle.
But he just has a sincere and kind-hearted appearance. He doesn't look like an unattainable god of creation, but rather a very reliable uncle next door.
Facing such a boxing champion, Gus was confused again, his lips trembled, but he didn't know how to express his confusion.
"Don't worry, my child, I know you must have a lot of confusion in your heart."
The boxing champion said, "This is a special space I opened up. Lu Qingchen can't detect the existence of this place, and he doesn't know that I am communicating with you point-to-point. If you have any questions, I will tell you everything."
The boy was silent for a long time.
Still unwilling to give up such a good opportunity.
"I want to know the truth of this world!"
Gus looked at the majestic super giant in front of him, and said loudly, "The demon said, you created countless virtual worlds including the world of Fist God, just to cultivate and extract the 'humanity' in them, and when the purpose is completed, you would destroy these worlds, and throw us away like drained scum, wouldn't it!"
"Yes and no."
The boxing champion sighed and said, "This is the most brilliant and dangerous part of Lu Qingchen, he always tells half truth and half lie, even 90% truth and 10% lie, it is really hard for me to defend myself excuse.
"My child, I know that this demon has been eating your heart for a long time, so you may have great hatred and deep prejudices against the world around you and even me, no matter what I say You won't believe it.
"But I'll try to explain it to myself—if you draw a picture on the beach; write a line of poetry in a book; carve some dolls out of wood, give them names, give them rules, Playing games with them, there isn't any moral issue here, and you're not a heinous demon, are you?"
Gus froze for a moment, but did not refute.
"When you get bored, or have something else to do, you erase the pictures on the beach; you smear the poems you wrote in the books; The world that did not exist in the first place, what does this mean, that you are a sanctimonious hypocrite, a big devil with evil intentions?"
The champion said, "Gus, I can't believe you didn't do something like that when you were a kid—you didn't crumble a picture you drew, or throw away a toy you ruined."
"This, how is this the same?"
Gus was stunned for a long time, and shouted angrily, "Children's graffiti and wooden carved dolls don't have souls, but we have, me, sister, parents, who live in the world of Boxing God and other virtual worlds. People, we all have souls, living beings, how can you compare us to graffiti, dolls, and stories!"
"No, you don't, or in other words, most of you 'people' have neither life nor soul."
The boxing champion said sadly, "I know, this will be very difficult for you to accept, but I must tell you—in countless virtual worlds, 99.9999% of virtual people are boring programs that can be seen through at a glance , their joys, sorrows, loves, hatreds, and hatreds are nothing more than changes in permutations and combinations randomly selected from the database, and they are doomed before they are 'born'.
"Like you, there are very few individuals who can undergo 'random mutation', which is comparable to rare."