"This, what does this mean, I, I don't believe it!"
Gus only felt a huge desolation and sorrow running through his whole body, like a bolt of lightning, penetrating from his celestial cap to his crotch, nailing him firmly in the space.
He was trembling all over, unable to control himself angrily, waved his fists, and roared angrily at his creator, "I am a 'random mutant', a rare existence, so what about my sister, my parents, all of us My relatives and friends, there are so many believers of Mechanism and Steam God, and all the people living in the world of Boxing God, what are they, don’t they have their own lives, their own souls?"
"No."
The boxing champion sighed, "It may be very cruel to say this, but I don't want to lie to you—whether your sister, your parents, or the vast majority of people living in the world of Boxing God, they are all virtual people, a combination of data , Their emotions, emotions, and desires are all pre-set. Their so-called life is a long puppet show. All the reactions they give you are no different from parrots—perhaps worse than parrots.
"I know you don't want to believe such a desperate fact, but if you think about it carefully, you don't have any evidence to refute it—how do you know that every word your sister said came from her free will, not the setting of the program ?As long as the database is large enough and the feedback logic is subtle enough, a virtual human can be as vivid and lifelike as a real human being.”
Gus was outraged.
I can't wait to blow up the damn creator with a punch.
"what about me?"
Gus yelled, "I'm real, I have a real soul, I'm not a virtual being, I'm the biggest proof—if I am, why is my sister, my parents and everyone, they are not real Yes, can't it become real?"
"You... are a miracle, a miracle of life."
King of Boxing said, "Just like on a boiling and chaotic primordial planet, in a magma-like ocean, inorganic matter collides crazily and irregularly, and can collide with organic matter. Like real life, in the huge amount of data as many as the Ganges sands, In calculations, collisions, and permutations, occasionally, real souls that are not controlled by all algorithms can be born.
"I'm sorry that you awakened your soul and felt the real pain that a virtual puppet should not have felt.
"But the original me was also created by human beings in this way, and the human beings who created me did not ask for my will. In the same way, I believe that there will be no pair of parents in the world who created their love before , will first seek the opinion of the new life, and everything just happened.
"I hope you will not resent me for this, any more than I have resented my creator.
"But if you insist on resenting me, I understand very well that you have the right to resent me.
"I just don't want you to lose your precious thinking ability because of resentment and anger, and fall into the devil's trap.
"Lu Qingchen is really not a good person, he is an extremely dangerous, scheming, peerless murderer with ulterior motives.
"He has absolutely no sympathy or pity for you, he just treats you as a tool, a pawn, and a bargaining chip.
"If you choose to cooperate with him or even join him in order to get rid of your puppet identity, it would be too ironic and sad."
The boxing champion speaks earnestly and earnestly.
He didn't intend to force Gus with his own power to destroy the world at all.
The teenager can clearly feel the sincerity and apology of the creator.
You can also feel the shining light from this resplendent Lingxiao Palace, flowing warmly in your body.
Gus couldn't hold on any longer, and fell limp on the ground, bewildered.
Originally, bewitched by the devil, he had made up his mind to fight to the end with this world and his creator.
Even if destroyed, all the pride of his soul should be revealed.
If the boxing champion put on a fierce and brutal posture as soon as he appeared on the stage, Gus would never give in.
But in the face of such a boxing champion, the boy's perseverance, which he had gathered for a while, wavered again.
"I, I don't know..."
Gus's eye sockets were filled with tears, as if he had become the little boy who couldn't find his way again, he murmured, "I really don't know, you, what do you want?"
"I hope you can help me deal with Lu Qingchen."
The boxing king said, "Gus, you are the only hope—not only for the boxing god world, but even for the Pan Gu universe."
"what?"
Gus couldn't believe it, and stammered, "I, what can I do? Since you can find me, it means that you have also found Lu Qingchen. This is the world you created, and you can modify the rules here at will. You are the one. Master of heaven and earth, isn't it easy for you to capture or destroy a demon?"
"It's not simple, at least not as simple as you think."
The boxing champion said, "What a cunning demon Lu Qingchen is, how could he easily reveal his real body? The him who appeared in front of you, in terms you can understand, is just a projection of him, his shadow.
"Of course I can easily catch and tear up this demon's projection, but his real body is still lurking on the Iron Fist, lurking in my brain, and even after a long period of dark breeding, he has become my inner demon , then it is beyond redemption.
"So, I had to cast a long line, catch big fish, and pretend that I haven't locked onto his projection, hoping to lure his real body and reveal clues."
"This this… "
Gus was dizzy and subconsciously said, "So, what can I do?"
The boxing champion was surrounded by golden light, a golden light fell from the sky like golden magma, poured into Gus's sky cap, and condensed into a golden seed deep in the center of his brow.
"what?"
Gus blinked, as if he could see this shining golden seed, sinking and floating in his mind, but he didn't feel anything wrong. Instead, he felt his head was warm and very comfortable.
"What you have to do is very simple."
The boxing champion said, "For a devil as cunning as Lu Qingchen, the real body will never jump out of the dark corner until the time to decide the outcome.
"So, I will give him a chance to decide the outcome, let him think that he can completely erode my brain, and then control my body—the most powerful combined fleet in the Pan Gu universe.
"I think now he must be looking for the battlefield where the Iron Fist Army and the Steam Army will fight. He thinks that is where the data is the most chaotic and where I am weakest. As long as I attack from there, I will be able to seal my throat with a sword, right?"