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Forty Millenniums of Cultivation (Web Novel) - Chapter 3485: Untitled
Chapter 3485: Untitled
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Gus bit his lips hard.
But it was difficult for him to stop his legs from shaking, much less the urge to pee.
No matter how many bad things Lu Qingchen had said about the boxing champion, how many truths of the world had been revealed, and how much anger and hatred he had felt…
The teenager, when faced with the creator of the world, the legendary ‘God of Creation’, was still unable to control his urge to cry and kneel down.
He could only recall Lu Qingchen’s words time and time again.
He recalled the devil’s mischievous yet fearless face.
He recalled his father’s miserable death and his mother’s sad death. He had been ridiculed and humiliated because he was too weak to practice the arts of iron fists.
If the Fist King was truly a god of creation who could create and influence everything…
Then, the death of his parents, his own tragedy, and his sister’s fall into the path of steam were all arranged by the boxing champion.
The boxing champion was the real culprit.
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What right did he have to pretend to be a saint in front of him?
Thinking like this, the young man condensed his anger and hatred into bones and armor so that he could still hold his head high and glare at the legendary ‘god’.
“If Lu Qingchen is right—”
Gus thought to himself, Then, the so-called ‘Punching King’ is nothing more than a silly robot. Beneath his iron shell, there is nothing but messy data. What’s the difference between me, my sister, my parents, and everybody else in the Fist God’s World?
“We are all tangled bodies of data and information. What makes you think that you are qualified to enjoy our worship and decide our life and death? Why? It doesn’t make sense!
Gus took a deep breath and suddenly found that his legs were no longer shaking, and the urge to pee was gone, too.
A miracle! The feeble young man was standing in front of the God of Creation and roaring, “I am not your child. I am the son of ‘Glen’, the best expert of Red Gold Town! Are you the Fist King? Since you have locked onto me, it means that you have discovered the existence of the devil. What are you waiting for? Destroy us—just like you once destroyed thousands of worlds!”
The magnificent and magnificent giant in front of the young man seemed to be surprised by his determination and courage.
The boxing champion was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he lowered his body and squatted in front of the young man, as if he were humbling himself.
“You are completely wrong, my child. Don’t believe Lu Qingchen’s deception. In the universe of a higher dimension, he has always been known for his flowery words and bewitching words. Countless people have died miserably in his lies and never awakened until their death.
The boxing champion said gently and sincerely, “Whatever he says to you, he is deceiving and making use of you. Even if he tells part of the truth, he will tear the truth into pieces, edit it, and assemble it into what he wants. In the end, when you suddenly realize that you are just a chess piece that he can play with and that you have been sold out by him, how can you turn back in time?”
Gus was stunned.
Not that he completely believed the boxing champion’s words.
He did not expect that the legendary ‘Punching God’, who could destroy the world with his fury, would be so gentle.
For the boxing champion, Gus was just a string of data, a speck of dust, and an ant.
If the boxing champion sneezed, the young man would be vaporized.
There was absolutely no need for him to explain everything to Gus, much less pretend to be so gentle.
But he just so happened to have a sincere and kind appearance. He did not look like an unreachable God of Creation, but more like a very reliable uncle-next-door.
Faced with such a champion, Gus was confused again. His lips trembled, but he did not know how to express his confusion.
“Don’t worry, my child. I know that you must have a lot of questions.
The Fist King said, “This is a special space that I created. Lu Qingchen cannot detect the existence of this place, nor does he know that I’m having a point-to-point conversation with you. If you have any questions, I will tell you everything I know.”
The young man was silent for a long time.
He was still unwilling to give up such a good opportunity.
“I want to know the truth of this world!”
Looking at the magnificent super giant in front of him, Gus shouted, “The devil said that you created countless virtual worlds, including the World of the Fist God, for the purpose of training and extracting the ‘human nature’ in them. When your purpose is accomplished, you will destroy the worlds and abandon us like the dregs that have been exploited. Is that right?”
“Yes and no.”
The boxing champion sighed and said, “This is the most brilliant and dangerous part about Lu Qingchen. He always tells half the truth and half lies, even 90% of the truth and 10% of the lies. It’s really hard for me to defend myself.
“My child, I know that the devil has been corrupting your heart for a long time. Therefore, you may hate the world around you as much as you hate me. You won’t believe anything I say.
“But I still have to try to explain myself—if you draw a painting on the beach, if you write a line of poetry in a book, if you carve some dolls out of wood, if you give these dolls names, if you give them some rules, if you play all kinds of games with them, there is no moral problem here, and you are not an unpardonable devil, are you?”
Gus was stunned for a moment but did not refute.
“When you are bored or have other things to do, you wipe the paintings on the beach; you smear the poems written in the books; you tear down the dolls and turn them into unrecognizable, brand-new toys, ‘destroying’ the world that did not exist in the first place. What does it mean? Does it mean that you are a hypocrite with evil intentions?
The boxing champion said, “Gus, I don’t believe that you didn’t do something similar when you were a kid—you didn’t mess up your own paintings or throw away the toys that you played with.
“How—how is this the same?”
Gus was dazed for a long time. He shouted angrily, “Children’s graffiti and wooden dolls have no souls, but we do. I, my sister, my parents, and the people living in other virtual worlds in the world of the Fist God all have souls. We are living creatures. How can you compare us to graffiti, dolls, and stories?”
“No. You don’t. Or rather, most of you have neither life nor souls.
The boxing champion said somewhat sorrowfully, “I know this is going to be very difficult for you to accept, but I have to tell you—in countless virtual worlds, 99.9999% of the virtual humans are dull, boring programs that can be seen through with a single glance. Their emotions, their emotions, their love, and their hatred, are just changes in the permutations and combinations that are randomly selected from the database. They were destined before they were ‘born’.
“There are very few individuals like you who can mutate randomly.
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