Mysterious Doomsday Approaches, Fortunately I Have a Simulator

Seven days later, the apocalypse descends, but fortunately, you have a simulator...

[Doomsday Simulation has begun]

[Please choose three from the following talents: 'Devil's Con...

Chapter 167: Stepping into the Extraordinary! (1/2)

Chapter 167 Step into the extraordinary!

Right in the center of the stage was a giant potato the size of a truck head.

Suspended half a meter above the ground, the potatoes look almost the same as the potatoes grown in the ground, except that they are just washed potatoes.

In addition, on the front of the giant potato, there are human-like eyes and a mouth, which looks a bit weird and creepy.

But because the eyes and mouth are so blank, like decorations, if you observe it a few more times, it won't be so weird anymore.

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You learn the exact location of the containment object and immediately go to investigate.

During the investigation, you learned from Qi Xiaoye that the name of the shelter is Wish Potato. This potato sleeps most of the time and does not communicate with anyone, but it wakes up once a week. After waking up, it will look for its favorite music program. If it sees a satisfactory program, it will reward the performer and fulfill the performer's wish.

But if it doesn't see a satisfactory show, it will go on a killing spree and kill all the performers.

In addition, if the wisher makes a wish that the potato cannot fulfill, then terrible things will happen immediately. The wisher will often end up going crazy, or even die quietly.

Qi Xiaoye wanted to make a wish with the Wish Potato to regain her lost memory, but you stopped her because you believed that Qi Xiaoye's memory could not be restored by ordinary means...

In sight.

The simulation content that was just released today is still clearly visible.

The detailed information about the Wish Potato was just obtained today. Before this, Su Ze didn't know the existence of this containment object.

"I didn't expect that a containment object would appear in the nearby safe zone, and...it's a containment object that can be directly used by humans."

Su Ze continued to stare at the giant potato in front of him.

The power of the domain quietly unfolded, passing through the opera house beneath his feet and extending further towards the outside world. He was observing the order in this safe zone.

Although I had already made a rough observation before coming here, it still did not prevent me from investigating further now...

"From the perspective of order alone, it looks pretty good. No need to steal or rob..."

"It's just that the core stuff has been exaggerated."

The two advantages of joining the potato cult promoted by the bald man are not groundless, but they are a bit exaggerated.

Ordinary Christians have no chance to perform in front of the Wishing Potato, let alone make a wish for it.

As for the story of the potatoes being left uneaten, it's purely a fabrication by the cult. It's possible that someone initially wished for potatoes, hoping for plenty of food, and so this story came about...

"The person who truly mastered the wish-potato-power should be this old man."

Su Ze leaned slightly to the side and glanced at the front seat, where the old teacher was still working hard.

Without a one-on-one interrogation, Su Ze couldn't tell about the old man's past. He didn't know how he found the wish potatoes in the first place, and how he used the power of the wish potatoes to become the so-called cult...

certainly.

Su Ze doesn't care about these.

He was just thinking that even this old guy could use the power of the containment to create a proper cult. This once again proved that the containment was indeed a significant variable...

However, Su Ze had seen similar things more than once in simulations before.

It's not really surprising.

"ah--"

In the front row seats, the old teacher's loud voice interrupted Su Ze's thoughts.

"I read some information yesterday. According to the description in the Epic of Gilgamesh, as the king, Gilgamesh seems to have the right to the virginity of all women in the country..."

"I think this rule is pretty good now. I'm planning to incorporate it into the teachings of our Potato God Cult. What do you think?"

Still no outsider intrusion was noticed.

The old teacher walked slowly, straightened his pants, and looked forward to the future with a lewd smile.

"You old pervert, having someone is not enough... But then again, even if you really want to include this rule in the doctrine, you have to wait a little longer, and you can't do it so blatantly."

"If you act too brazenly, some of your subordinates will probably be the first to bite you. By then, let alone being your mentor, it's hard to say whether you can even keep your life."

The young saint, with traces of plastic surgery on her face, is helping to analyze the situation.

The old teacher sighed, a little worried, and said, "Come to think of it, I really shouldn't have given the 'Immortality' potion to the bald guy last time. He's a bit uncontrollable and not the same kind of person as us..."

The Saint snorted and said unconcernedly, "The Big Potato is only under your control anyway. At worst, you can just make another wish next week and take back the power of your immortal body."

The old teacher said helplessly, "There's really no other way. I can only do this... But I don't know if Big Potato will agree to your wish."

The Saint's expression held a clue as she pretended to be nonchalant as she asked, "Why wouldn't you agree? Are there any restrictions when making a wish to Big Potato?"

The old priest said unconsciously, "Of course there is... Ahem, are you trying to trick me? I can't tell you this, you little slut. Don't forget the first rule of doctrine—only the priest is qualified to interpret the will of the Potato God."

"I know, I know. Isn't it because we're already here that I asked a few more questions..."

Seeing that the information was not obtained, the saint hurriedly hid her ambition and explained in a furious voice.

Then, rustling sounds were heard.