Humans, like moths drawn to a flame, eventually died one by one before his eyes.
Liu Sangua went from being terrified at the beginning to becoming numb later on.
And now, they adopt an attitude of indifferently observing everything.
After he finished speaking, the place remained silent for a long time.
Qin Xian received so much news today, each one extremely impactful, overturning all his understanding and life experiences. His mind went blank, and he no longer knew how to react.
Su Deng's fingers clenched, her gaze fixed intently on Liu Sangua. "None of this has anything to do with me. Why are you targeting me?"
From the first time they met, she knew that this person had ulterior motives towards her.
"The Divine Court Game is divided into four worlds. The Spirit Realm belongs to Rank D and has the most people. Do you know what Rank A is?"
Liu Sangua didn't let Su Deng answer, "That's the place closest to the Divine Court."
He said, "Actually, no one here knows that the Divine Court Game started a thousand years ago, and my generation was the second group of humans to enter the game."
The first batch, they all died.
Of the second batch, he is the only one who has survived to this day.
He had been in the Spirit Realm for nearly a thousand years, and had long since collected a hundred god-level materials countless times.
But he couldn't figure out what was going on here, and he didn't know whether the so-called god was real or fake.
Furthermore, he had been dead for so long, witnessing the decay and renewal of the human world, and was obsessed with arithmetic, claiming to have seen through the secrets of heaven. He had no worldly desires and simply gave away the divine materials.
The first girl was gentle, weak, and very timid.
She wished to return to her real world, to bring all the dead people in her world back to life, and to restore her real world to its former state.
It was a success.
The second time, three hundred years later, he gave the god-level materials he had gathered to someone who had once lent him a helping hand.
This person created the Eight Gods Palace, and he made a wish to the gods—
To become a god.
He succeeded.
The third time, he gave the god-level materials he had collected to a man.
The man went to God and made a wish: to have immeasurable wealth.
He succeeded.
This exhilarated everyone in the game world, unleashing their desires and ambitions, leading to killing, looting, and all sorts of exciting events.
"etc!"
Upon hearing this, Zi Xiang suddenly exclaimed in astonishment, "So, in the legend of the Spirit Realm, those only three people who successfully gathered divine materials and made wishes to the gods—you were the one who facilitated it???!!"
She knew so much about Liu Sangua, but she didn't know this one thing.
"Yes," Liu Sangua replied.
“No…” A storm raged in Su Deng’s heart, and her expression changed repeatedly. “Ying Rujin said that the third person wished to stay in the game world…”
Liu Sangua looked up at her and said calmly, "That's me."
Actually, there are four in total.
But the third man died just as his desire for wealth was fulfilled.
Not many people know.
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