Chapter 25 Hypocrisy

Sticky, soft, and nauseating.

So cold... so scary.

Why was He... born?

The blood in his veins kept beating, like the first wave of life, and the meaning bestowed by the gods surged in his body and gradually warmed up. Just like all humans and creatures, he was created. Then he first had a will, a soul, and everything that humans should have.

But, oh, He is certainly not a human.

Humans are low-quality, ant-like creatures, and of course they cannot be compared with Him

He should be... the closest existence to the throne of God

in this plane, or in all worlds . From the moment He was awakened by the call of His blood, this monster born of the blood of God instantly understood His mission. His existence is for God. His life is endowed by the blood of God. His will awakened with the return of God, and He will be the most pious apostle under the throne of God - Oh, what did those humans call Him. They called him, "false god". False god, false god. It's a bit unpleasant. After all, the word "false" is not a good word in human society. But when he thought that his name was also named "God", he still had unstoppable ecstasy from the mimic's heart, like an electric shock, stimulating Him as if He had the "love" in the mouth of humans in an instant. Yes, while eroding and devouring the will of those humans, He also happily searched through their memories. From the memories of those researchers, the Pseudo-God realized that it was a pity that he was born on this abandoned planet on the edge of civilization. The power of the Pseudo-God increased with the expansion of the scope of pollution. Before it was fully mature, His ability was quite limited. And there were only nearly a thousand people in the test area for Him to drive and enslave, far from being able to freely jump across the stars. It was also because of this that when He first woke up, He had to watch the screaming pink and purple parrot lose its mind in fear and flee back to the steel driving tool in a panic. The feeling of the prey escaping from his mouth was not very good, but he was always a patient hunter. In the memory of those researchers, the pink and purple parrot should be the adopted child of some superior, right? If this lively little bait is released, it will definitely attract more delicious and high-quality slaves for his use. They will bring more and richer memories, strength, and transportation to leave here. Patience is necessary. The spider web has been woven, waiting for the ignorant flies to be hooked. And, you see, his patience has been rewarded, isn't it? A rich and satisfying reward. - The small white spider slowly gathers the spider web, trapping the insects that fall into the trap in hell. The fangs silently emerged, breaking open the prey's brain in the dark and sucking the delicious pulp. * Ryans woke up. What woke him up was the beeping sound of the intelligent computer with a shattered screen that fell to the ground. It should be the fixed alarm set for the evening. The bell has rang three times, so they should have been in the southern test area for three days. He didn't know. He had lost the concept of time. The sticky and golden glue-like substance glued the young scholar to the wall of the test base. His brain was as weak as if it had been injected with anesthetics, and even thinking seemed to be a hassle. The damn mental tentacles followed his cerebral cortex and searched carefully, but it seemed that it did not find what it wanted. Ryans raised his head with great effort. In his hazy vision, he saw that the entire dormitory hall was covered with the sticky, thick substance extending from the snow-white boy's body, like a large web carefully woven by some kind of spider. In the big web, the entire Inspectorate team was wrapped in it, like a bug entangled in amber, with its head lowered and breathing evenly, as if it had fallen asleep or fainted. There were bullet holes and traces of electromagnetic wave burns on the tables, chairs and benches on the wall next to it. A fierce battle must have taken place here. Ah... I remember it. Ryans rolled his eyes slowly. On the night they arrived at the Southern Territory test area, they were attacked by some unknown organism. Guns had no offensive power against him, and the most advanced sonic repellent developed by the research institute could only make the monster with the appearance of a young man show a little impatience. The closer they were to him, the longer they entangled with him, the worse their mental state seemed to be, and they even had auditory and visual hallucinations. In the end, all the people who came to investigate were trapped here. \".....Tsk.\" At this moment, the snow-white, naked boy was frowning unhappily and irritably, shaking his translucent octopus-like mental tentacles, casually probing the memories of those people. His movements were rather casual, and the sticky tips of his tentacles sank into his teammates' temples, causing them to show expressions of fear and pain as if they were having a nightmare. Perhaps, letting them fall asleep was the only mercy this monster had. What month and date was it now? Three days... Today should be the time for the celebration banquet held at the Star Temple in the capital. Perhaps the brain had been invaded too many times, and finally developed a little resistance. In his daze, Ryans gradually woke up, and his rusty reason finally began to function again. He lowered his head and looked at the intelligent computer with a shattered screen. Although the screen was shattered, the high-tech products produced by the research institute were still of excellent quality. His glasses were broken into pieces. He squinted for a long time before he could see the shining broken screen. Messages kept flashing. It was a message from his friend at the institute. His friend was also his classmate. They both studied under Wu Fuyi, the director and one of the successors of the institute. This time, Ryans was out to participate in the project, and his friend was taking over his job at the capital Xingding. [How are you doing over there? ]

[Strange... Is it because of the radiation? Why is there no signal on your side? ]

[......]

[The teacher said that the Inspectorate has lost contact with the team? Are you okay, Ryans? ]

[If you saw it, call me right away? Are you in danger? ]

[......]

[It's been three days since we lost contact! The Inspectorate is considering sending a team to look for you! Are you okay? ]

[I saw that your AI has recovered one signal! Are you okay? You...]

Ryans is nearsighted, and he really can't see the message below clearly.

The dormitory hall was dead silent. Apart from the sound of mental tentacles tapping the ground unhappily, there was no other sound. The monster in the skin of an androgynous boy was still concentrating on searching the memories of the team members, and looked quite unhappy.

This proved that he was not busy paying attention to his young, fragile herbivorous subspecies.

Silently, the young scholar stretched out his hand.

The sticky liquid substance that wrapped them was tough, but surprisingly flexible. Ryans retracted his body as much as possible, and his fingertips reached out to the intelligent computer on the ground. Although the movement was weak, it was transmitted and vibrated by the spider-web-like substance along the pulse.

The moment he touched the intelligent computer, the snow-white monster turned his head suddenly, and the cold and beautiful eyes stared at him directly.

Violent mental pollution waves suddenly exploded from all directions, causing bleeding from his mouth and nose and severe pain in his skull. Ryans screamed miserably, and the sticky liquid substance tightened and directly crushed his sternum, squeezing his internal organs and causing bleeding from the broken bone fragments.

In the severe pain of the top, the insect trapped in the spider web trembled with its fingers, and desperately typed out the last few words.

[No, don't, come.]

[No...]

Ding Dong.

The message notification sounded, indicating that the message was sent successfully.

"Ah ah..."

The hypocritical god lowered his eyes with regret, but a bit of a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes fell on the broken, flashing light screen.

"...Do you want to be bait, too?"

When he was caught by the pair of soft, boneless, yet sharp, claw-like hands, Ryans closed his eyes.

It was as if his entire brain had exploded into fireworks at that moment because of the intense, torture-like pain.

*

"Bang."

Outside the temple, strings of fireworks prepared in advance exploded above the night sky.

The gorgeous fireworks fell from the dark night into the brightly lit temple. The crowd in the main hall raised their heads and praised the beautiful fireworks.

In fact, they dared not not to admire it.

After all, this is the home ground of the Inspectorate and the Institute.

With the mentality that happiness is better shared than happiness alone, and perhaps also with the dark idea of ​​claiming sovereignty, this banquet invited celebrities from all walks of life on the capital planet. The venue setting was even more luxurious, full of the perfect fusion of luxury and technology.

Even the fireworks were ingeniously made into the image of underwater creatures, wandering freely in the night sky and the electromagnetic barrier, the scene was very amazing.

It was at this time.

Fu Jiao, who was hiding behind the green plant potted landscape area of ​​the banquet hall and silently eating a thousand-layer cake, had her right eyelid twitching a few times at a very inopportune time.

"..."

How strange.

She frowned and rubbed her eyelids, then raised her head and looked at the crowd on the dance floor.

Celebrities from all walks of life were elegant and cheerful, and even the superiors like Deng Baoying, Wu Fuyi and Lin could not avoid some pleasantries.

After all, every banquet was a smokeless battlefield where celebrities launched social offensives.

But the desserts and food at the banquet were really delicious.

Fu Jiao was unwilling to participate in these boring social activities, so Deng Baoying specially set up a semi-enclosed rocking chair in the corner for her. It was secluded and sparsely populated, suitable for eating alone. She could lean comfortably on the soft cushion while spying on the various people at the banquet.

Including the familiar subordinates and adjutants in the Inspection Court, and the students of Wu Fuyi.

She lowered her head and scooped another spoonful of blueberry mille-feuille, biting the spoon and frowning. She felt a slight swelling and pain in her temples, as if a blood vessel was beating uncontrollably. A

very obvious sense of surprise and uneasiness surged in her heart. The Supreme God stopped playing the game, raised his golden eyes, and looked at the fireworks blooming in the night sky outside the window.

It was really strange.

Why, I always feel that something seems to be wrong. What

happened secretly when she was not paying attention?