Chapter 93 Jealousy

"?!"

The false god suddenly raised his eyes and looked around. There was still an empty silence around him, as if the mechanical sound that just appeared was just his illusion.

This high-dimensional space far above the universe sandbox, the place where gods live exclusively and overlook all living things... No, even if we take a step back and say that the entire civilization has been completely annihilated by the reverse time axis, and the universe sandbox has returned to its most primitive state ten thousand years ago, how could there still be mechanical sounds being emitted?

Is it an illusion...? He has become this kind of existence, can he still have an illusion?

Is it the work of the Supreme God...?

The false god was in doubt, but soon, the mechanical sound appeared again, completely shattering his illusion.

[Observer "Deer" issued a mission, the original civilization data has been retained... Saving... Saving completed.]

[Thank you for your assignment, I hope it can help you. Lord God.]

"Hard work."

The female voice sighed, and the voice that came over still didn't have much emotion, but it sounded extremely helpless: "But I will still avenge you for kicking me down half a year ago, Mr. Electronic Butler."

[I'm sorry, Lord God. But since I only appear as an auxiliary intelligent tool, please contact my maker if you have any questions. 】

"You even learned to shirk responsibility. Who taught you that?!"

The false god slowly turned his head and saw that in the boundless void that was escaping into darkness, layers of light patterns that looked like silk and water were lit up.

The figure of the god was like a reflection in the water pattern or a pearl in the ocean. It just spread out the pattern and emerged from the darkness.

The Supreme God cannot be seen, so the existence extended pure white wings behind it, covering the pupils and face.

Only the long silk skirt, like a wave, without a shadow or trace, was left, swaying in the air, reflecting endless spots of light and countless images of time and space, like a movie reel, rewinding and playing backwards, untouchable and unprofane.

The false god didn't even know how this existence made a sound - the wings that covered his face like a mask trembled lightly, impervious to light.

"I'm sorry," the god said, "Well... you shouldn't have come here."

"But they insisted that this is also a normal trajectory."

"..."

"The correct trajectory?" The figure composed of blood-red data streams trembled slightly, and seemed to pause for a few seconds after hearing the sound, "Correct... That is, what does that mean?"

The Supreme God didn't say anything, but just floated lightly in the air, slowly adjusting the folds of his dress.

In the floating shadows reflected by the silk, there are endless floating lights of time and space.

"Literally."

The false god seemed to realize something, but seemed unwilling to believe his own guess. His eyes suddenly widened, and he opened his lips in confusion and even disbelief, muttering: "What do you mean... What is the correct trajectory? You mean... my current behavior is also planned by you?"

"All of this... is also part of your plan?"

The Supreme God still did not speak.

Or rather, the silence of the gods made the false god's defense more broken.

In the dead high-dimensional space, only the figure of the blood-red data stream was mumbling to himself, and the sound was swaying from the edge of the sandbox and drifting away.

"......Is that so?"

"Maybe," the Supreme God finally spoke, but he just smiled lightly and didn't make any comment. "Destiny is something that even I find difficult to grasp... All the choices you made were planned independently, fully awake, and full of expectations, weren't they?"

But this was not what the false god wanted to hear, or rather, the false god simply couldn't hear this sentence.

The figure in the blood-red data stream suddenly pressed his chest, which was aching dully - it seemed that he had been hit by the collapse, and it seemed that he had fainted from the pain. Guan Buhui had not spoken for a long time - he almost trembled and took a step forward.

"Even a disaster like this, a disaster I created, is part of the plan?"

"Why don't you say anything?"

"......"

The Supreme God looked at Him with some pity in his eyes - a condescending, almost arrogant pity.

This pity was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The false god suddenly widened his eyes, raised his voice with bloodshot eyes: "Why don't you say anything!!!"

"Because I understand this gap." The Supreme God laughed softly, not caring about the other party's loss of composure at all.

"You tried your best to break free from the shackles of the so-called fate, and you went to great lengths and even destroyed the entire universe to show me your ability, to show me that your existence is not a chess piece simulated on a sandbox. You are an independent individual with personality. You are no different from Baoying and the others. You are the hypocritical god who is sober while everyone else is drunk -"

"After completing all the brilliant and miraculous art of destruction, you are suddenly told that even these 'proofs of independent will' are part of a stage play. It is natural to feel despair, isn't it?"

"At the end of this story of all," the Supreme God asked almost gently, "did you escape?"

Silence, absolute silence spread in the high-dimensional space.

Even though he no longer had any temperature sensory nerves, the false god made of blood-red random code had already felt the despair and suffocation of coldness at that moment, and a dense tremor rose from his spine. There was also extreme, collapsing anger.

"I escaped... Look at the entire universe, the entire universe has been reshaped by me!!"

The false god suddenly opened his arms to show her the dead silence of darkness and loneliness in the universe sandbox, like a balloon that was suddenly punctured, hissing and exhaling: "All of this is my own idea! ! What I did is something that even your damn followers and observers can't do! ! They are counterfeits... I am God! I am the most..."

The entire high-dimensional space was shaking because of His anger, and the Supreme God made a helpless move of picking his ears.

Although it seems that this kind of humanistic action should not appear in gods.

“So noisy,” she commented, “Break it if you want, but don’t yell… Even though you have temporarily rewound the universe, the plankton in space still exist. You will disturb those children…”

Hearing this, the false god, who was made of blood-red garbled code and whose body was annihilated, suddenly raised his head and looked at her, his eyes fixed on the Supreme God.

After a long while, He spoke in a hoarse voice: "But even so... even so, I still won. That griffon, and the other little animals you like... have all been beaten back to their original forms, right?"

"In the end, the one who stayed here, staying with you was still me... and only me. I am the life that should be your favorite, I am..."

"I should be the most loyal companion under the throne of the Supreme God, not that mediocre subspecies...!"

Like a farce coincidence caused by fate, before He finished speaking, there was a cracking sound in the dark chaotic high-dimensional space behind him, and a crack was torn out in the grand space.

A white-haired little griffon wolf was thrown in, stumbling a few steps, and directly crashed into the arms of the Supreme God in mid-air.

The angry and inappropriate voice of accusation was still floating in the air. The little griffon felt dizzy after passing through the space crack. The Supreme God subconsciously reached out and held the little griffon in his arms steadily.

False God: “…”

Supreme God: “…?”

Fu Jiao narrowed his eyes slightly behind his wings, and Deng Baoying finally came to his senses by holding his head. The two of them looked up and down and looked at each other. There was finally a crack in the calm voice of the Supreme God: “Deng…Deng Baoying? Who threw you in???”

Hearing the familiar voice of this faceless being in front of him, Deng Baoying suddenly realized something and spoke almost at the same time: “Fu Jiao???” Even

in this situation, the little lion vulture’s ears were instantly covered with a thin layer of red, and it subconsciously jumped out of her arms, its eyes still blank and unbelievable.

"Where is this place? Aren't we still in the cabin in the forest? Am I dreaming..."

The boy with snow-white hair and feather ears still had the sharpness of an adult. He frowned and looked around at the darkness and chaos. He raised his head and looked at the monster opposite him, which was surrounded by blood-red chaos and full of resentment.

"...That is..." The griffon suddenly felt a disgust that was hard to ignore. He didn't seem to be frightened by the other party's breath. "What is that. Fu Jiao...what happened?"

While he was looking at the false god, the false god was also looking at him.

"Ah..." He sighed unconsciously, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the young man in front of him, who was sharp-looking and had a faint aura behind him. "It turns out that after the entire universe was retraced, you were also retraced... What a pity. If I had discovered you earlier... I could have, I could have killed you."

The griffon was startled, and before she could sense the other party's murderous intention, she was protected by the Supreme God behind her.

That was the first time she had made such an obvious preference since she met the false god in the high-dimensional space.

"You may not be able to do it, I'm sorry," the Supreme God said softly, "Your fate has already fallen into nothingness, you will die here. No one can save you."

"I won't do it myself, but I promise that if you dare to have thoughts about him, you will die ten thousand times more miserably than the way you were destined to die."

Naked, undisguised threats, and the somewhat uneasy little lion griffon who was firmly protected behind her.

"Ah."

The false god paused for a few seconds, put his hand on his chest, and showed a miserable, clear and desperate smile: "Look, Supreme God. Look at your protection of him..." "

How can people not be jealous of this."