Bone
Wu Ci listened carefully, and after confirming that the black cat outside the bedroom was not making any movement, he made a decisive decision.
All souls are invested! The real body descends! Anything is fine! This matter must be handled well, otherwise the files for this round will be useless.
[You chose F. to come in person]
【All Souls Are About to Bet】
[Soul Strength of this Game: 10/10]
Golden light engulfed Wu Ci, and his real body lost control and fell on the bed into a deep coma, while his soul was thrown into the long river of time.
[Holding a candle in the wind, wonderful to the extreme]
The capital of the Qian Dynasty, Tiande Temple.
Wu Ci opened his eyes and found himself wearing a red robe and gold ornaments, standing on a high platform. Below him, believers and red-robed monks looked at him expectantly and longingly. Not far away, there was a ridiculous scene of the emperor and various officials, monks, and believers gathering together for debauchery in broad daylight.
His body was filled with dead air and paleness due to the forced suppression of the shortcomings of his martial arts and the reduction of his lifespan, but there was a force at his disposal that seemed to be able to move at will at any time, and it gradually doubled as his soul came into focus.
——It must be the cultivation and spiritual power of the simulated identity.
"According to your cultivation speed when I met you, your cultivation should have reached its bottleneck. With your talent, you must have realized that our practice requires a lot of vitality." The old monk in red robes stood next to Wu Ci and smiled kindly, "Holy Son, please leave. Everyone is waiting."
[The player is detected to be in danger. Please note that the memory between the spirit and the player will not be shared before the simulation ends. The mind skills cannot be inherited. The pain is 100% realistic.]
[The simulation can only end after the player dies]
Wu Ci narrowed his eyes amid the sound of the mist, looking at the old emperor on the other side who was holding a beauty and working deeply on a monk but looking at him with a hateful look. He calculated the distance and quickly rehearsed in his mind how to kill him as quickly as possible under the protection of so many unknown masters.
At this stage, not having inherited memories doesn't matter much. Although if someone else comes, they will definitely be unable to resist because they don't have inherited memories, but for Wu Ci, the text version of the simulator actually limits his performance.
After all, when he was a clown on an entertainment show, he was wanted worldwide as a fugitive. He couldn't have escaped for that long without some skills. Not to mention that Wu Ci had been a clown for more than a year for everyone on Dark Star and they still weren't tired of him. This shows how many tricks he played during his escape.
Because his memory was initialized, Wu Ci didn't know what tricks he had played, but he seemed to be quite skilled in close combat, cold weapons, and hot weapons?
Moreover, it seems that no matter what he gets his hands on, he can play with it. He can even use various daily objects in life to kill people. If he is in a furniture store where he can play well, he can kill several armies by himself.
For an ordinary person, this shouldn't be a problem, right? His talent is written...
【Ordinary person l (upgradeable)】
[Because you have no way out and are often forced, as an ordinary person, you have strong adaptability and learning ability, and you are almost omnipotent in order to survive during the escape. You are good at using the brain's overclocking calculations and all factors around you to achieve your goals, and you can even use a pencil to cause various natural disasters and man-made disasters to kill people without limit.]
Ordinary people have potential...if they are pushed hard, they can learn anything, so this is normal. At most, the story that a natural disaster can be caused by using a pencil is a bit exaggerated.
Wu Ci thought: How miserable I am! I probably taught myself all these things while on the run, and was forced out by the pressure of survival.
In reality, he didn't dare to fight the black cat because he was too weak, he only had one life, and he didn't know the black cat's background.
In a simulator where achievements can be repeatedly earned, Wu Ci naturally has no worries.
Now that he was no longer restricted by his fragile body and the rigidity of the simulator, he felt extremely relaxed and couldn't help but smile.
He replied, "Ah, yes."
"You are indeed the most knowledgeable disciple of the Buddha." The old monk in a red robe smiled sincerely and waved his hand as if urging an outstanding young man, "Go, and explain the Buddha's truth."
"Bone..." Wu Ci's eyes moved and stopped at the huge and weird Buddha statue in the center of the ceremony, which was made entirely of gold and had double sexual and reproductive organs.
The golden body not only did not make Him more holy, but it made Him even more creepy, and just one look at it made people feel uneasy.
You were thinking it was easy one second, and you got caught the next.
Mixed whispers were heard repeatedly in his ears, and his eyeballs that were staring at the golden statue seemed to begin to rot. Through those rotten eyeballs, wriggling maggots seemed to crawl densely in his brain, making his scalp numb.
Wu Ci's breathing became slow and rapid, yet he felt suffocated and couldn't breathe. He felt as if he had been stripped naked and nothing was left. The only sound was the deafening sound of the flesh and blood bells colliding from the paradise where the Buddha statue was.
His brain was unable to think, and before his eyes there was a white light reaching the top of the Buddha's kingdom.
While he still had some consciousness, Wu Ci dug out his own eyes.
Low-level reproductive desires, the fusion of flesh and blood, the desire of living things for vitality and reproduction and sick pleasure.
It's an insult, it's an insult to him.
This evil creature tried to assimilate him by using the low-level behaviors that could control those low-level creatures.
Two pale blue eyeballs rolled on the ground, and a faint anger burned in Wu Ci's heart.
His eyes were hollow as he murmured softly, "I don't ask for your respect for me, I just hope you can respect me... but how do you treat me?"
Reason is the proof of advanced life forms. Only lower animals are dominated by the desire for mating, including these humans!
Wuci believed that he was not of the same species as those animals and humans, but the evil creature tried to control him with this so-called primitive impulse! Trying to make him behave disgustingly and disrespectfully in public like these lower creatures!
Such low-level desires...this is an extreme insult!
From the moment he got his new identity, he swore that no one could insult him and still be alive! No one!
He no longer cares about any rituals or the level of heroes. He just wants everyone here to die!
Everyone here must die!
"Holy Son? Wake up, what are you thinking about?" The old monk's voice seemed to come from the sky.
Wu Ci slowly rolled his eyes and came to his senses, only to find that the eyeball he had just dug out had returned to his eye socket, as if it had never been dug out.
Is it an illusion... or what?
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He still felt a psychedelic anger, but it was gradually dissipating, and he was even forgetting why he was angry.
Looking up at the golden body of the Buddha, it is still made up of various reproductive organs, squeezed by layers of flesh and blood, and granular fat layers are wriggling. It looks like multiple illusions of different latitudes overlapping and moving, but it looks weird and strange, sacred, kind and benevolent, and really looks a bit like the Buddha.
The anger disappeared, and the reason for his anger could no longer be found. It was as if the Buddha had saved him, making him calm and peaceful, and forcing him to ascend to paradise as soon as possible with the people.
Wu Ci tried hard to use his cloudy brain.
I can't go on like this... I will be assimilated. Now that my anger has been wiped out, I should think of other emotions... other... use other emotions to achieve my goals as my physical action targets.
He shifted his gaze, forcing himself to look at the people, monks, dignitaries, and the emperor, whose faces showed a mixture of confusion, pain, and joy.
The memory just now disappeared with time, but an inexplicable sadness gradually appeared in his eyes.
Wu Ci's method was very effective. He didn't remember what happened just now. His empty mind looked at the situation in front of him and he suddenly began to reflect.
Although the first half of the simulator is composed of cold text, it also truly reflects the chaos of this world.
The refugees on the run, the sister who was cannibalized by her father, the mother who was sold off, the evil spirits that can be encountered at any time, the emperor who not only sucked the lives of the people but also robbed them of their money to build his palace, and the Taoist Tianji who dared to resist but was labeled a demon and suppressed.
There is also the so-called, extremely absurd and upright family.
No matter how you try to beautify it, what can this evil Buddha "Tui Gu" in Tentokuji Temple be in charge of? Flesh and reproduction?
He is extremely evil and beyond redemption.
Wu Ci considers himself not a good person and has a high tolerance limit, but when things pile up, even he becomes impatient.
The time period that the evidence brought him to was the end of the Qian Dynasty, a time of turmoil.
But it's really chaotic and I can't tolerate it anymore.
Of course he could endure it in reality in order to survive, but this was just a simulation, a game that could be restarted at any time.
Now that I'm here and have personally experienced this period of history, even if I don't want this slot, I'll still have to make a good fuss.
At least... at least kill this disgusting old emperor.
Wu Ci was like a puppet controlled by residual obsessions. He absentmindedly mobilized the strange energy in his body that was still gradually doubling. He walked down the platform in mid-air, with lotus flowers blooming with every step. He walked slowly and sadly past the believers in the glow of golden lotuses, towards the emperor who was looking at him with an infatuated look.
Perhaps because of the degree of compatibility, the simulated identity already looks similar to Wu Ci. After being injected with Wu Ci's soul for a long time, it gradually grew into a face that is identical to Wu Ci.
The long raven-colored hair of this Buddhist saint was braided behind his head with gold ornaments, and his entire face, which had always been hidden, was completely exposed to the sunlight.
He had a pair of rare blue eyes that were as heavy and calm as ink-painted mountains. If he didn't pretend to have any emotions, these eyes and his distant facial features would be fully revealed, and even if he lowered his eyes, he would look indifferent and superior.
He looked down, and the light red mark under his left eye, which looked like a tear, was clearly a scar incised by a sharp object, but it seemed to be full of pity for the world, like a god shedding tears, as if those indescribable eyes were peeping at the decayed years from afar across the long river of time.
"Just now, I made a decision." He said softly.
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