[Survival time of this simulation: 24 days]
[Congratulations on obtaining 290 free attributes]
[Congratulations on getting 29 talent extraction opportunities]
The biggest gain from this simulation is that we have found out the points of resentment spread across the globe. Next, we just need to defeat them one by one and the doomsday crisis will be successfully resolved.
In addition, he also conducted an experiment at the world hub.
He spent one trillion Morgan coins on the Watcher Association, which was undoubtedly a huge sum of money. The entire circle of gods in the world hub was stirred up by him, but Morgan never looked for him from beginning to end.
Is it because the time was too short and Moruda didn’t notice it
Not likely.
Because twenty days on Earth is equivalent to more than half a year in the world's hub.
Moda is at least a powerful true god and should not be so slow. If he were in another world where time flows more slowly, he would have more time to react.
So why didn't you come to see him
"Lu, help me deduce something."
All the Dawn Apostles are on this aircraft at the moment, and Lu is no exception, so it is very convenient to use.
"My Lord, what is the matter?"
Lu asked respectfully.
Lu felt a little ashamed because he had helped Wang Ran deduce several times but didn't get any particularly valuable information.
"This matter is a bit complicated..."
It just so happened that all the Dawn Apostles were here, so Wang Ran thought for two seconds and simply explained the matter of the World Hub in detail.
Finally, he asked, "I spent 1 trillion Morgan Stanley coins in the Watcher Association. Logically, Morgan Stanley would definitely come to me, but more than half a year has passed since the World Hub, and Morgan Stanley has not made any movement. Why is that?"
After hearing Wang Ran's words, Lu Hu was shocked.
He seemed like a different person, looking upward at a 45-degree angle, exuding a vicissitudes of life temperament.
“He is not here…”
Lu muttered.
"What's the meaning?"
Wang Ran asked.
Lu gritted his teeth, he had reached his limit, but he didn't want to disappoint Wang Ran again.
Hold on a little longer!
Let me deduce a little more!
Mordah Him...
"Moda is not at the hub of the world!"
"He's trapped!"
After saying that, Lu rolled his eyes and fainted happily with the thought that "this information should be useful to you, adults."
The Second Sect Leader supported Lu from behind.
"He is mentally exhausted. Give him this recovery potion to drink."
Wang Ran took out a bottle of mental recovery potion from his personal storage. He had originally prepared it for himself, but he didn't expect to use it on Lu.
"grown ups-"
The Second Sect Leader took the potion and looked touched.
"We are just your servants..." he said tremblingly, "You don't have to be so kind to us. Lu can recover on his own."
Potion? Are we worthy of it
Wang Ran was silent.
After two seconds, he said coldly, "Compared to this bottle of medicine, I care more about Lu's health. Feed him quickly."
"Yes! Sir!"
Leader Er looked down at Lu who was still unconscious, his eyes full of envy.
Lu Neng can drink the medicine given by the Lord himself!
What an honor it is!
Why wasn’t I the one who fainted
The Second Sect Leader sighed secretly.
He thought to himself, fortunately the adults didn’t say to take back the empty potion bottles. I can keep the potion bottles with the adults’ fingerprints as a treasure and keep them as a family heirloom…
As soon as Wang Ran saw the expression on the Second Patriarch's face, he knew that he was daydreaming about something else again.
He curled his lips unconsciously.
He admired the loyalty of the Second Patriarch, but sometimes felt helpless.
Never mind, let him be...
“Morgan Stanley is not at the hub of the world.”
“He’s trapped.”
Wang Ran fell into deep thought.
As the founder of the world hub, Morgan is not only a powerful figure, but also a rare and strong person.
How could He be trapped
When was He trapped
Who trapped Him
He had many questions, but he didn't know how to answer them for the time being.
He tried to ask Zhu Jian: "Where is Mo Da now?"
Zhu Jian replied, "Moda is on the high tower, guarding the hub of the world without leaving."
"What tower?"
Wang Ran asked.
"The tower refers to the Morada Tower that provides energy to the entire World Hub and keeps the hub running."
Zhu Jian replied.
Wang Ran pursed her lips, thinking that she would not get any useful information from the bamboo slips.
But it doesn't matter, at least he knows that Morda is trapped now, and Morda won't come to him if he swipes Morda's card. And by the time Morda escapes, he will probably be strong enough to not be afraid of Morda anymore.
After all, it only took him a little over a week to transform from a powerless college student into a monster that killed gods indiscriminately.
Next, he would just have to experiment in the simulation, delay the end of the doomsday for a few years, and see if Morita would come to find him. If he still didn't come, then he could swipe Morita's card with confidence.
Wang Ran's heartbeat accelerated.
From the day he found out about the balance in the card, he became nervous, fearing that Morita would suddenly come to him, but he also felt very itchy because he had so much money in the card but couldn't spend it.
Finally, he no longer had to suffer.
He suddenly realized one thing. The reason why this card was rated as a purple talent might also be because Moda could not restrict him from using the card.
Buy whatever you want!
Buy as much as you want!
This is the style that purple talent should have!
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
"We'll land here in a bit. Everyone else, please leave. Anna and I..."
He paused.
"And Eeyore."
He noticed that Yiya's eyes became dangerous, so he decisively added Yiya's name.
"The three of us continue to clear up the grievances."
"I already know the locations of the other resentment clusters. All I have to do next is purify them one by one, and the doomsday crisis will be resolved."
Cleanse a part first, then simulate it again.
He wanted to confirm whether Morda had been too busy in recent years, and then purify the remaining resentment and end this doomsday before the resentment exploded.
"I will follow the arrangements of the saint."
"Yes! Sir!"
"We will do whatever you say, Living Buddha."
"… "
Wang Ran turned to Anna and said, "I may have to trouble you in the next few days. There are hundreds of grievances that need to be purified."
Anna said gently: "Purifying evil is the job of an angel. Nothing is too much trouble. I also want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to purify so much evil."
Wang Ran shook his head: "If anyone wants to thank someone, I should thank you."
"Once you have purified your resentment, I will give you some money. Go to the World Hub and buy yourself a set of armor. Don't all angels wear armor? Change out of this robe."
He saw many angels in the video. They were all wearing exquisite and gorgeous armor, and the styles of the armor were exactly the same, which meant that the entire angel race had the habit of wearing armor.
Anna is his guardian angel, and he would not allow Anna to be unable to wear even a full body armor.
Anna smiled and nodded.
Wang Ran controlled the aircraft to land on the roof of a nearby skyscraper and released the Apostle of Dawn and the cuckolded young man who was possessed by resentment.
"Find a place to educate this person."
Wang Ran looked at the unconscious cuckolded young man and said, "This man was chosen by resentment. There must be something different in his mind. Help him correct it and make him a good person."
Help people to the end and send them off to the west.
The Second Master said respectfully: "Please rest assured..."
"Why not send him to prison?" Bai Fan suddenly popped up. "Eat on time, go to bed early and get up early, exercise, and learn a useful life skill. Besides, there are men around, so there is no room for shyness."
The corner of Wang Ran's mouth twitched.
He really wanted to pry open Bai Fan's head and see what was in Bai Fan's mind. Why did he always send people to jail
But think about it carefully,
What Bai Fan said makes sense...
"Let's check this guy." Wang Ran pondered, "If he behaves badly in real life, throw him in prison to train him."
Bai Fan's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
He thought that this guy was chosen by resentment, so he must have resentment in his heart, and it was very strong. Such a person must have done a lot of bad things in real life, and he would be right if he checked!
"Everyone go away, we are about to set off."
Wang Ran turned and walked into the aircraft.
No one asked him how to get down. Although this was the rooftop, it was not a problem for the Apostle of Dawn with his superior physique.
laugh-
The aircraft closed its hatch and merged into the darkness amidst rippling waves.
…
The lights were dim and the smell of cigarette smoke was pungent.
This is the largest underground casino in Italy, filled with shady transactions that are invisible to the public and crimes that stimulate the senses.
Under the dim light, beautiful women with naked bodies dance passionately on the gambling table.
They are the dealers whose performance did not meet the target last night. Often, they will be pulled away from the gambling table by the losing customers before they can finish a song, and become tools for the customers to vent their anger.
This is nothing to them.
It's nothing more than changing positions and continuing to dance wildly, but this time they have to open their throats to accompany themselves.
Sometimes the accompaniment would stop abruptly as a guest from the front joined the dance.
In the corner, there is a gambling table that is particularly popular.
"Five! Give him five!"
"Coward! What are you still dawdling about?!"
"Go to hell! Trash!"
Hundreds of people surrounded the gambling table, and those who couldn't squeeze in jumped to other nearby tables to watch. They kept whistling at the people in front of the gambling table in a teasing manner, and the noisy waves almost blew the roof off.
Standing behind the gambling table was a hot white woman.
She was wearing a tight red leather jacket, and the cleavage on her chest was squeezed so deep that it seemed to be able to accommodate a man of any size, making people eager to try.
"One bullet costs one million!"
She held a small and exquisite silver revolver in her hand and spoke in a light tone.
"Two bullets for three million!"
"Three bullets for six million!"
"Four bullets for 16 million!"
"Five bullets for thirty million!"
"Everyone only has one chance. Once you make a decision, you cannot regret it. You are not allowed to desert the battlefield or reduce the number of bullets temporarily. Otherwise, your limbs will be broken and fed to dogs."
She patiently explained the rules to the people at the gambling table, and then asked, "How many do you want to bet?"
Standing in front of the gambling table was a distraught middle-aged man.
Everyone who knows him knows that he borrowed a lot of high-interest loans to gamble on football. He not only mortgaged his house and car, but even his wife.
He thought he knew every team, but a big upset happened right at the start of the game.
He lost all his money.
The house and car were gone, and his wife was sold to an unknown place.
"One... one pill!" the middle-aged man at the gambling table said tremblingly, "One pill is enough for me to pay off my gambling debts and send my children to school."
The woman suddenly raised the corners of her mouth and a mocking smile appeared on her face.
"Sorry, your minimum bet is five."
Deadly words came from those soft red lips.
"That's so mean! Huo Ji is teasing us again!"
"Look at her!"
"When will it be her turn to sit at the table?"
"There's no way Huo Ji can get on the table. Her performance is too good. She kills more than a dozen people every day!"
"No chance! Huo Ji is a popular figure in the casino now!"
"She only sat at the table on the second day of coming to the casino. I really regret not coming that day, otherwise I could have let this little bitch know how powerful her daddy is!"
Hearing Huo Ji's words, the middle-aged man was shocked.
"Why?"
he asked panickedly.
Huo Ji glanced at him with contempt, raised her white neck, and said arrogantly: "Gambling requires chips. You can't even pay for your child's tuition. How much is your one-sixth chance of death worth?"
"Are you worthy of my gambling table?"
Huo Ji's words were like a sharp arrow, piercing through the middle-aged man's fragile heart.
In an instant, the middle-aged man's face turned as pale as paper.
“Hahahahahaha!”
There was shrill laughter all around.
"Do you want to gamble or not?"
Hodge loaded five bullets into the revolver.
"If you don't want to gamble, get out of here!"
"Don't stand here and interfere with my order!"
"roll!"
She glared at the middle-aged man fiercely, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but take a step back.
“Don’t go!”
"Think of your wife being sold!"
"You don't care about her anymore?"
The people around started to make a noise.
"Your wife is suffering under countless men right now, don't you want to redeem her?"
"You owe the mafia so much money, how are you going to pay it back if you don't gamble?"
"Don't be a coward!"
"Don't you still have a one in six chance of survival?"
"If you survive, you will be rich!"
"… "
The middle-aged man looked dazed.
yes!
He owes the gang so much money, how can he pay it back if he doesn't gamble? If he doesn't pay it back, the gang will cut him into pieces!
Instead of that, it’s better to take a gamble!
There is at least a one in six chance of survival, right? If he survives, not only can he pay off his gambling debts, but he can also take the money and run away to start a new life somewhere else.
He said in a trance: "I... I bet... I bet..."
He staggered back to the gambling table, his hands firmly on the table, as if he couldn't stand without one hand.
Huo Ji curled her lips.
She turned the magazine, then slammed it shut with a crisp, pleasant sound.
Click!
This slight sound determined the fate of the middle-aged man.
Hoogie slowly raised her arms.
Feeling the cold touch of her fingertips and looking at the middle-aged man in front of her who was shaking like a sieve, she smiled playfully.
How many souls will die at the hands of the gun
The middle-aged man looked at the black muzzle of the gun, and his pupils gradually dilated.
The suffocating feeling of death enveloped him.
The clock on the wall ticked slower and slower, his vision became blurry, his hearing dropped sharply, and everything around him seemed to be drifting away...
Suddenly, someone reached out and grabbed the muzzle of the gun.
"You deserve to die, but not now."
The middle-aged man suddenly woke up.
He turned his head and looked to his side, and saw a young and handsome Asian face.
The Asian man's clothes were extremely neat and his demeanor was extremely calm. His temperament was out of tune with the gamblers around him. He looked like someone who shouldn't be here at all.
The gamblers looked at each other.
None of them noticed the Asian man, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere in front of the gaming table.
"What do you want to do?"
Huo Ji asked the uninvited guest with a stern look on her face.
"Nothing, I just want to play a round." The Asian said kindly, "Just follow your rules."
Wow!
There was an uproar all around, and the gamblers started to make a fuss.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Once he dies, it will be your turn!"
"Let the Asians gamble first!"
"I want to see his brains burst out!"
“It’s so fun!”
"Break him! Break him!"
"Give him five, too!"
Huo Ji looked around calmly and saw the casino security guard hiding in the crowd.
She was certain in her heart, and smiled contemptuously: "The most important rule of roulette is fairness. No matter rich or poor, noble or humble, as long as you stand in front of the gun, the chances of death and survival are the same."
“Fairness is the most important thing.”
"Besides the boss, even if the president comes, he has to queue up!"
"Why should I let you fuck me?"
"I bet you six bullets." Wang Ran smiled, "I bet your gun jams and you can't kill me."