[Lord God World·Twelve Seats Meeting]
The candlelight flickered.
Under the vast starry sky, ivory-white buildings and incomplete sculptures stand side by side, and the landscape is filled with dim and dilapidated buildings.
Five amber-textured figures condense on the pillars.
The first seat, the second seat, the seventh seat, the eighth seat, the eleventh seat.
Most of their figures were shrouded in darkness, with no features revealed.
"(Why are there only five? Where are the other seven?)" The voice came from the eighth seat, and the strange and interrupted signal collision sound was transmitted through the network of thoughts.
"(The Inorganic God ran away, and the others were busy and did not come to the meeting.)" said the Seventh Seat.
“(Space Adventurer, why are you here again? We don’t have a seat for you here.)” The eighth seat looked at the second seat—a 1.8-meter-tall young man with blond hair and blue eyes stood on the pillar, and the blue light of the sea of stars turned into His robe.
The second seat never came to the meeting, so Die Ying always took the second seat and interrupted their meetings. Although he was an outsider, he loved to join in the fun more than anyone else.
Dieying snorted, crossed his arms, and said confidently, "(I heard a huge joke in the universe - after me, another person was tricked by that guy. This made me laugh so hard that I hurried over from afar to laugh at him)."
When he heard that the Inorganic God was defeated by Su Ming'an and was given a super experience package, Die Ying laughed out loud, feeling relaxed, and felt balanced in his heart - how dare these organizers keep mocking him? When it was their turn, they were still killed by that guy. It really made him proud.
...No, why should He be so proud?
Forget it, I feel much better anyway. At least this proves that his failure was not accidental, it was really because Su Mingan was too weird.
After hearing this, the eleventh seat said calmly: "(The pot calling the kettle black when you are fifty steps away.)"
Dieying had been insulted by the old world for thousands of years, and had long since developed a thick skin and remained calm. He replied calmly, "(The same goes for you.)"
The Eleventh Seat said: "(I will never be his enemy.)"
Dieying felt that this eleventh seat was quite pretentious, and she wondered what kind of face was underneath the darkness.
Boss Rabbit sat at the first seat and said with a smile: "(Okay, no one will come. I've already started.)"
At this moment, the blood-red scale on its belly flickered.
"(The inorganic god Theselotis. His second crime - secretly violating the civilized bet and escaping from the world game without permission.)" Every time Boss Rabbit reported a crime, the blood-red scale would lighten one point.
The red light shone brightly and landed on the vacant sixth seat.
Dieying stopped smiling and the rest of the seats remained silent.
In an instant, the bright red eyes of Boss Rabbit turned into inorganic glass. Its voice also suddenly became mechanical and cold, like the rules themselves:
"(——According to the rules of the World Game, he will be punished with 'expulsion from the World Game host seat' and 'death'.)"
Dieying narrowed his eyes.
The lives and strength of the organizers have long been tied to the World Game. If they want to leave the World Game, they must abandon their strength and leave. A significant reduction in strength almost means death in the universe, so they cannot escape.
For tens of millions of years, some organizers have been looking for a way to escape at no cost, but the Inorganic God obviously didn't find it. In order to avoid being eaten by the other organizers, He had to abandon everything and flee.
“Swish!”
The blood-red scales fell, and the pillar of the sixth seat slowly sank and disappeared.
The wind blew away the white remains of civilization, and only eleven pillars were left on the platform.
“(Sometimes I envy you, Dieying. Although you live a miserable and sad life and can only rely on burning yourself to support the operation of your small world... but at least you are free).” The Seventh Seat looked at this scene and suddenly said.
Overlap: "(???)"
"(The Inorganic God just abandoned his power and ran away. In this dangerous universe, his end is already determined.)" The Eighth Seat said: "(Perhaps, he is also suffering from being bound for too long, and would rather risk his life to escape from here.)"
“(He is too impatient. Problems have already arisen in the operation of the World Game. Perhaps soon…)” The voice of the Eleventh Seat disappeared in the darkness.
Maybe soon, they will all be free. But maybe soon, they will collapse along with the world game.
Even they themselves don't know - how deep is their connection with the flesh and blood of the world game? When the flesh and blood are separated, will they be greeted with freedom or death?
Perhaps only Boss Rabbit knows the answer to this question. Boss Rabbit has always been the middleman between World Game and them, passing on the rules of World Game to them. Boss Rabbit was the first organizer at the beginning, and the other eleven seats were gradually absorbed by World Game. Boss Rabbit's understanding of World Game is deeper than anyone else.
After the trial, Boss Rabbit quickly returned to his sly expression: "(Okay, let's get to the point today...)"
The scarlet eyes narrowed, and the Boss Rabbit's tongue rolled, as if whispering:
"(…about the first player of Kiss)."
In an instant, all the seats reacted, some focused, some looked to the side. Even the overlapping shadows showed meaningful expressions.
"(I have been keeping an eye on the number one player of Qinqin. Since the first world, I have been watching him secretly... I will always keep an eye on Qinqin...)" Boss Rabbit held her face shyly:
"(This being, who looked like an ant at first, gradually became able to talk to us, threaten us, and make bets with us... and now, he is able to kill one of us.)"
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