The Book of Probability has not been purified yet and cannot be moved, so all he can give Su Xiao is his ears.

But he was not sure whether Su Xiao was willing to help him, so he could only use this method to lure Su Xiao into the game.

"If the Book of Probability tells me that the probability of you killing the Pope is low, I won't approach you." Apollo looked at Su Xiao sincerely, "My life scripture was sacrificed to this book. Sooner or later, I will die. You don't have to deliberately contaminate your hands."

Lidya Su ate it and frowned.

No wonder he says those weird things.

"Is your vendetta related to Ryan?"

Apollo shook his head. "Ryan died half a year ago, before the end of the world came."

It's his country.

His country occupies only a very small territory, with a population of no more than 20,000. It has no ability to establish its own military system and can only rely on treaties to obtain military deployments from other powerful countries to ensure its own security.

Until the end of the world.

Fortunately, his country was not in a storm zone, so although it was terrible, most people survived. Then came the earthquake. Fortunately, there were not many of them and they had always lived in a square, so many people were left behind. However, they were short of manpower and still needed material rescue.

The Pope's arrival made them think they saw hope, but they didn't expect that—

"Before the end of the world, the Lord was our common faith. We believed in the Pope, who must have been sent by God to save us." Apollo smiled bitterly, "But he said... sacrificing for the Lord is our honor."

Thus, his country and his nation were sacrificed to the Lord.

Including the chessboard in Su Xiao's hand, it was obtained by contaminating toys and sacrificing his life.

He is alive because he still has the Book of Probability.

The Pope needed him to use his life to purify the Book of Probability, so he became a pawn that could not escape.

After saying that, Apollo looked at Su Xiao and said, "Your black hair and black eyes represent that you are from the East. I have learned in history that your strength has never been based on exploiting the weak. If a god is destined to be born, I hope it will be in the East."

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and its sunlight shines equally on all the land.

Su Xiao slowly put away his weapon, looked at Apollo and said indifferently, "This is the end of the world, I am not the kind of person you say I am."

Apollo struggled. "You are definitely not a bad person. No exploiter would tell a weak person that they are about to plunder him before plundering him."

Just like she told herself that if they had a competitive relationship, she would attack herself.

"At least you're not."

He had seen true exploiters who would smash the weak's rice bowls, break their limbs, gnaw at their bones and blood, squeeze the weak dry to the last drop of life, leaving them unable to even cry out in death.

There was still the sound of gravel rolling on the ground in the wind. Su Xiao didn't say anything else. He turned around and walked into the fog in silence.

Apollo raised his head and let out a long breath.

He knew that the kindness of the weak was useless, and he also knew that to become strong he could not place his hopes on others, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope for resistance, his country and his nation would not be sacrificed.

It’s not that the weak don’t grow, but that the truly weak are unable to grow.

Su Xiao sat back in the mist and slowly recovered the energy he had just consumed. He thought for a long time before taking out the pair of silver eyes from his pocket.

If the eyes are traded, someone else will possess the Eye of God, and the other party will also be able to see a person's weaknesses.

However, the old man's method made Su Xiao realize that for some people, sacrificing lives to clean the main god's toys is not important, because they just want to become gods and will do anything to achieve their goals.