Chapter 90: It’s so sad. How come two days of vacation have passed in a flash!? ...
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No matter how pure and lustful a book is, it will be crossed out when it comes to reality.
I pursed my lips and calmly reminded the person in front of me: "This is against the law, Odysseus."
Odysseus seemed to see something: "You don't think I'm going to do anything to you?"
Before I could feel relieved, he continued in a matter-of-fact tone: "Of course not. I don't have that kind of intention towards you. I said, I just want to protect you. As long as you are here, no one can hurt you."
"Even if I use this method—" I raised my legs, and the exposed anklets jingled, "Is it okay?"
"certainly."
He answered without any hesitation, as quickly as if he had already rehearsed the answer hundreds of times in his mind.
"I know you may have doubts, but I won't do anything to hurt you. I've always been grateful to you for saving me and letting me escape the whirlpool at that time. This may be just a small effort for you, but I will always remember it in my heart."
"I got some news. The world is in danger. Everyone is a prey lost in a cage. Although I don't know how to solve this matter, before that, I must ensure your safety... Yes, I think I need to do this. You can understand me, right?"
He knelt on one knee, his eyelashes drooped softly, and his covered pupils were like beads, staring straight at me.
The corners of my mouth twitched. No, brother, you didn't have that intention and you staged this. Would it be okay if you did?
"I think we can still discuss it. There's no need to be so radical. At least tell me why you're doing this, right?"
"...this..."
Odysseus struggled, but shook his head after a moment: "I can't involve you, at least not before I investigate this matter thoroughly. Can you please wait here for a few days? Don't worry, it's safe here, and you can have a good rest."
After saying this, he stood up and brought me water and food. If I hadn't refused firmly, he might have even watched me go to the toilet.
No matter how delicious the food is, it will taste like chewing wax in this situation. After Odysseus left, I quickly got up, opened the curtain and took a look around.
It was obviously not a whim to lock me up. The room was clean and almost empty except for the birdcage.
The chains were embedded in the wall, and I couldn't break them unless I recovered my magic power.
The belongings I brought with me had long been cleared out, leaving only the clothes I used to wrap myself in. Under such circumstances, it was naturally impossible for me to get permission to touch the game cabin.
As for physically defeating Odysseus...
After a brief thought, I had to give up this tempting idea.
I don't think Odysseus would leave me this chance. He had specially prepared a potion that could control magic power, which showed that he had planned it. Even the Lord of Light looked handsome at this moment. At least he wouldn't suddenly knock me down and put me in a birdcage. He must have some weapon that could temporarily make me lose my fighting power.
For the first time, I sighed why this body was a priest. If I were a knight, I could twist this birdcage into scrap metal right now.
I patted my cheeks and forced myself to cheer up.
Anyway, I still have to think of a way to leave here. Let's start by sorting out the situation.
The sudden idea of Odysseus to lock me up was undoubtedly closely related to Xia Ping'an.
It was Xia Ping'an who used my connections to contact people from different classes as a stepping stone.
The medicine was given by Xia Pingan, and the information probably came from him. The optical brain asked me to protect Xia Pingan. But where did the latter get these things?
The intelligent optical computer that can evolve automatically, the sudden disappearance of Xia Pingan, the gift left by his grandfather, the latter's sudden strange reaction, the medicine that can suppress the magic in the game...
I compared the information carefully and suddenly realized a terrible possibility.
What if Xia Pingan entered the game—not through the game cabin, but he entered the game himself?
It sounds impossible, but until I have an exit button, I don't believe I'll ever leave the game.
Since I can leave the game, why can't Xia Pingan enter?
To put it another way, why was I able to come to reality and meet Xia Ping'an?
A bold guess. If Samuel is right. Those people I met in the game all have prototypes outside the game, so when I arrived in reality, I connected them together. Xia Pingan found what he wanted through this connection and then entered the game.
To do this, I have to come to reality, which is why only I will be given the right to exit the game.
This is the part that makes sense.
But why me? What force brought a virtual character to reality and put a living person into the game?
What on earth did Odysseus know that he would lock me up here and say he wanted to protect me? He clearly knew that in front of me who had magical powers, most problems were not problems. At worst, there were so many people around, which was better than him being alone.
But Odysseus did it, stubbornly and suddenly, without any room for negotiation.
I believe he doesn't like me and has no intention of playing the bird in a cage play.
So what kind of danger could be so powerful that he had to take such extreme action?
There are so many questions that make my mind a mess. If I want to solve this mess, I must first gain Odysseus' trust and get out of here.
I sank into the cushions exhausted, thinking about my plan and sorting out my thoughts. I felt exhausted all over, and fell into a deep sleep.
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I had a dream.
This was a very strange dream, and I have no memory of it.
In the dream, I was in my kingdom of God. I was walking barefoot along the river bank, and there was a person with a blurry face next to me.
We walked side by side, occasionally exchanging words. He always had a faint smile on his face, as if he was looking at me, or at a faraway place. The sky was in an irregular and chaotic shape, as if someone was kneading a piece of plasticine and turning it into the shape he wanted.
Deep and light blue and purple changed alternately, and finally faded into a black mass. Then a white light like dawn appeared, surging like a knitted brocade.
This is a scene I have never seen in the Kingdom of God. The homeland of the dead souls is only the night, and the other side is the bloody other side.
The person walking beside me started telling me a story in a gentle voice.
“In the beginning, the worlds came together.”
"Chaos is unclear and has no boundaries."
The long river flows under our feet, winding away into the distance. The old wooden boat floats out of the water, but it can no longer be called that. It is as thin as a blade and tougher than iron. It is made of the most turbulent waves in the Styx and the strongest wood in the world, enough to control the direction of the entire river.
The sharp blade pierced the air lightly, and thousands of rivers followed closely behind, carrying countless undead souls towards the outside world.
The bearded man stood at the forefront of the wave, with endless emotions surging in his eyes, which eventually turned into determination. The light shone on him, and at this moment, he became the most loyal general of death.
The army had been waiting outside, and launched an attack when they saw the first undead. Magic poured down like a rainstorm, trying to drown the river. But the river just flowed, unmoved by anything. The bearded man roared and slapped his shoulders, and countless phantoms of soldiers appeared behind him.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!!”
He roared and moved forward, and the legion guarded him in the center, raising their spears together.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!!”
The javelin pierced the enemy's body like a flying bird. I saw familiar faces appearing in the Styx, all of whom were the ones who had boasted and farted with me before, but now they were murderous and conquered the world for death.
"The gods of the world created the first gods, one good and one evil, to keep the world going. With them as the center, more gods were born.
The people around me were still telling stories. People kept dying, being forcibly taken into this kingdom of God, and then turned into soldiers used as cannon fodder. I wanted to stop all this, but no one could hear me. No matter how I gave orders, they still charged forward foolishly and died meaninglessly.
The sky was constantly flickering, presenting an astonishing brilliance, which was the wrath of the gods. The goddess of nature took action first, and the green vines rose from the ground. All the souls touched were turned into seeds with wailing, and were forcibly sent into reincarnation.
After Him, more gods bestowed their great power.
Thunder, storms, heavy rain, earthquakes...
I was almost numb to it, the smell of blood was so strong that it almost dripped from the air. Even if the natural disaster blocked the way and the gods were their enemies, the souls still did not hesitate.
Their original destination was death, and now they were merely entering a second death.
The person standing next to me admired the scene and uttered the following words in a soft aria.
"Then one day, the God of Creation disappeared. Only the original God was left waiting, waiting, and waiting."
"They used magic to shape the entire world, and then reinforced it layer by layer to create new worlds. One bag inside another bag, forming a complete universe."
"In this way, the gods fulfilled their duties while waiting lonely for the day when the God of Creation would return."
That's the end of the story.
We stood on a battlefield filled with blood, and a steady stream of death flowed into the Kingdom of God. I looked at him, and the blurry face finally took shape, a face like mine.
He smiled and asked me, “What are you thinking about?”
I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and whispered, "I was thinking, this world is so beautiful."
The gorgeous other side uses the corpses as nutrients and sprouts unscrupulously.
The other party nodded in agreement, and then said: "Since you like this world, if you are asked to make a choice..."
I opened my eyes wide, trying to hear what He said. I had a feeling it must be something very important.
But no matter how hard I tried, this dream became more and more ethereal. Until I opened my eyes and woke up.
My head hurts. It's like someone just hit me on the head with a hammer. I rubbed my forehead and felt someone's eyes on me. I looked up and met Odysseus' eyes.
I don't know how long he watched, but when he saw me wake up, he put the clothes in his hand into the birdcage.
"You don't look like you slept well. Is the mattress too hard?"
"...I think it has nothing to do with the mat. Few people can sleep well in a birdcage."
I pulled the corner of my mouth: "I shouldn't have done anything weird when I was asleep, right?"
He nodded, then shook his head. Only after I accepted the pajamas did he speak: "You didn't do anything, you just kept shouting that you had to go back."
I smiled bitterly.
I had to go back quickly.
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