Chapter 60 : Chapter 60

Chapter 60: “You are the fake, Hikta.”

Even if they traveled without rest, day and night, to avoid being discovered by the Sagteni people, the group from Goni still had to bypass key city-states and take a detour.

The High Priest of Goni had calculated numerous possibilities, but the one thing he didn't expect was that even in the border city-states whose allegiance had been changed through plunder, the Sagteni people were still the Sagteni people of the "stereotype."

Even though it was difficult to maintain the city-state's operations, the soldiers outside the city were even better trained than the soldiers in Goni's main city.

Their gazes were sharp, fixed on everyone entering and exiting the city gates.

The slightest thing amiss would lead to immediate arrest, no questions asked, directly thrown into prison to await the governor's decision.

After a great deal of effort, the group from Goni finally met up with their contact inside the city.

“The Prime Minister, Naqiya, did it.”

The contact days were clearly not easy.

His two eyes darted around in their sunken sockets, and his body was tense, constantly on alert for his surroundings.

You have to know, this was a city-state far, far away from the royal capital!

“If you have lived in Sagteni for a period of time…”

The contact said, “In today’s Sagteni, Prime Minister Naqiya controls everything: governance and law, economy, diplomacy, culture... Now the king has even given the army to Naqiya.”

“What is your intention?”

A follower of Aturu scolded, “Or, what has blinded your eyes? Everyone knows the status of the tyrant and his iron cavalry in Sagteni, and now you tell me that the tyrant has handed his army over to the prime minister?”

This was an incredible thing in the eyes of the Goni people.

A king should balance political and military power.

The relationship between the two should not be too good, nor too bad.

The former would make the king's position unstable, and the latter would cause the entire country to be turbulent.

The prime minister holding military power?

What a joke, what's the difference between that and a king?!

“No difference.”

The contact saw through the Goni people's thoughts and said.

“There is no difference between Prime Minister Naqiya and the king. If you were to shout ‘Queen Naqiya,’ at most your tongue would be cut off, you wouldn't lose your life—because the law does not stipulate that you cannot shout that.”

“Simply absurd... You're not trying to tell me that the tyrant has lost power, that all his things have been squeezed out, and he's been forced to be locked up in the deep ravine temporary palace?”

“...My motherland... has it become so short-sighted?”

The contact smiled bitterly, “You can't even imagine Sagteni I's true status in the country.”

“What do you mean?”

“The world thinks there is no faith in the soil of Sagteni, but that's not the case... You just can't understand the Sagteni people's fanaticism for the king...”

The contact was swallowed.

His description shouldn't have been emotional, especially after he had shed his Goni identity.

But if he wanted to state the facts, it was impossible not to bring in a strong subjective color.

“Sagteni I and Naqiya are like Goni’s Aturu and the High Priest of Aturu… can you understand it this way?”

To what extent could a truly decisive prime minister, who was valued by the king and completely loyal, go.

She could amend laws, she could silence the restless army.

If she wanted to levy taxes, the governors throughout the country would respond in the first instance.

Her power was gradually evolving into authority.

And so-called authority, only when held in the hands of one person, is supreme.

“No… this is too absurd. Isn’t this treason against the tyrant?”

The Goni person felt it was absurd, “What are you talking about?”

The contact: “I'm saying that the King of Sagteni is no longer a king.”

Ashurbanipal-Zui-Sagteni had never been in the same position as other kings.

The statues of gods in all the city-states were torn down and replaced with statues of the king.

The Sagteni people knelt before the king's statue, receiving blessings.

The sunlight passed through the king's crown on the statue, casting a brilliant light on the ground, shining on the people's faces.

They didn't need prayers, they prayed in their hearts that the king would lead the kingdom to the next glory.

If you were to define this as a king... then what were the gods?

“A king should be responsible for his subjects, but the Sagteni people do not believe their king should have this obligation. The tyrant no longer needs to do anything to consolidate his position. People call him Your Majesty the King because he only recognizes himself as king.”

The contact said in a daze, “You haven't seen the expressions on these people's faces when they talk about the tyrant. I dare say, no follower of Aturu has the same... blindness and madness as them.”

He wrapped his clothes tighter, quickly pulling himself out of his daze, and vigilantly observed his surroundings.

“I will not make any comments on the High Priest's judgment, my countrymen. If you are truly going to find Goni's salvation on this journey, you should correct your attitude.”

He said, “You are not going to assassinate a monarch... what you are going to face... is the god of Sagteni.”

Indescribably complex thoughts lingered in the minds of the Goni people.

From their journey from Goni to the deep ravine temporary palace of Sagteni, they remained silent along the way.

No one talked about what they heard from the contact.

And there was no need to talk about it.

What they saw along the way had already proven everything.

When they finally arrived at the deep ravine temporary palace, little of their initial high spirits remained.

Apprehension loomed over their heads.

The true appearance of the deep ravine temporary palace was even more shocking to everyone.

It was like a crack torn open on the earth by a giant, bottomless.

The only entrance, compared to the break in the soil that stretched to the end of the line of sight, was almost narrow, only allowing one or two people to walk side by side.

Following the stone steps down, the light grew less and less.

The passage wound downwards, and the fixed soil layer above gradually blocked out the sunlight.

There was no lighting at all.

Besides the gradually darkening vision, there was also the increasingly cold air that accompanied the lowering terrain.

Walking deep inside, a huge bronze door stood underground.

Was Sagteni I mad?

Did he really live here?

The Goni people, holding weakly flickering candles, could no longer imagine this monarch's thoughts.

The deep ravine temporary palace didn't look like a temporary palace at all, but more like a tomb, or a prison.

Ordinary prisoners were not even qualified to be held in such a terrifying place.

Only a devil... Yes, this place was like a devil's lair!

Someone recognized the totem of Sagteni on the bronze door, the sun and the lion.

He tried to touch it gently.

The moment the moisture on the bronze carving came into contact with his skin, the earth shook and the mountains swayed.

“What did you do?!”

“No, I just…”

“Damn it, damn it!!”

The group of would-be assassins was in a sorry state.

The bronze door slowly opened before them.

A gust of wind blew out the candles in their hands.

At the same time, the sudden bright light almost blinded them.

When their vision recovered, an even more breathtaking scene appeared before them.

A vast underground cavity, which could not be called a palace at all.

The soil layer near the river was surprisingly able to remain firm, which was not the most incredible part.

The walls of the cavity were all made of large stone slabs squeezed together.

The stone walls were carved with the epic of Sagteni, illuminated by countless candlesticks, forming a warm-colored halo as magnificent as a river and sea at the top.

And on those reliefs.

“Gold—?!”

Someone cried out in surprise.

Gold, gold everywhere.

Molten metal had solidified on the walls, forming intricate characters and patterns.

These characters were like a rushing river, winding down, disregarding all the history belonging to Sagteni, covering all the murals.

The metal, which originally symbolized greed and materialism, had been stripped of all its man-made attributes, leaving only the bright and dazzling quality that could be preserved for thousands of years.

The only one who would dare to do this, or rather, who could be so extravagant as to use gold to do this, could only be Sagteni I.

Even though there were followers who could recognize the Sagteni language, they could not read any information from it.

They only knew that there were similar patterns in the Aturu temple.

The High Priestess Feian never made any personal requests to the King of Imolai, except for asking for gold.

But even the followers of Aturu didn't know what the High Priestess was recording.

Was it a divine oracle?

Now they knew it couldn't be a divine oracle, because the same thing was now done by Sagteni I, and he would never record any of the gods' praises.

More importantly…

This deep ravine temporary palace had nothing.

The tyrant had specially built this vast palace.

Just to make room for what he wanted to record?!

Among the group of people who were captivated by the brilliant gold and warm red, only Hikta showed a happy smile.

She could almost no longer conceal the black mist that was constantly overflowing from her body.

Hikta knew what Zui wanted to do.

All the gods knew.

She had peeked at the king demonstrating all his power to Feian, but only by seeing it with her own eyes could she truly feel the weight of what the king was doing.

This was perhaps the most "great" moment since the birth of human writing.

It was endowed with an unimaginable meaning.

Every character, every turn was infused with the king's ambition, the ambition to make the poor and weak humans conquer the gods!

These characters undoubtedly originated from the interpretation of the origin of the gods—an interpretation that even they themselves could not explore in depth—they explained the structure of the world, all the truths that began with the birth of the gods.

Ha, Zui!

Ashurbanipal-Zui-Sagteni!!!

“Help me check, is some crazy god muttering about me again?”

Chu Zu always felt a chill all over his body and asked the system to help check the movements of several gods.

He didn't know until he checked.

Upon checking, the system jumped up.

“Hikta is here!”

Its attitude was exactly the same as the host's, both were about to be annoyed to death.

“So annoying. It's fine if she comes to bother us usually, but why is she running around when we're on a deadline!”

Chu Zu: “No wonder it’s so cold.”

The deep ravine temporary palace was dug too deep, there was a lack of oxygen below, and the temperature was only in the single digits.

To ensure his and Feian's safety, Chu Zu had kept the secret arts continuously active from the beginning.

With the system keeping an eye on the countdown, it didn't take much effort.

The low temperature caused by the God of Death's approach could not be solved by secret arts.

Chu Zu glanced at Feian, who was still frowning in thought.

She didn't seem to mind the cold, her mind was completely occupied by the Sagteni language.

She had clearly evolved into a decent academic madman.

It was just that her body's reaction was more direct, she was trembling a little.

“How far are we?”

Chu Zu asked about the system.

System: “There are still five hundred and forty-eight secret arts left. There are more of the earlier ones... most of them are related to Hikta.”

There were too many secret arts.

Chu Zu didn't sort them by the fixed numbers of strength, but by the difficulty of casting.

The simpler they were, the easier they were to analyze, so that Feian could gradually get the hang of it.

After Feian provided the first draft, Chu Zu would then propose modification directions according to the standard answer.

Feian would provide the second draft, and Chu Zu would finally revise it, finalize it, and draw it wildly on the wall.

Feian was very unaccustomed to it at first, because Chu Zu's pace was too fast.

He didn't give Feian much time.

Every time he asked "not done yet?", his voice was like a poisoned dagger, forcing Feian to think crazily and constantly speed up her efficiency.

On the secret arts related to Aturu, Feian's understanding speed was faster.

Katur was second.

Once it involved Hikta, this was almost a blind spot in Feian's knowledge.

Only at this time would Chu Zu be more tolerant.

Among the concepts symbolized by the three gods, death itself was the most difficult to understand.

Countless philosophers had tried to explain death from various levels, and the sum of all dimensions seemed to be unable to define "death."

But all the secret arts related to Hikta were ranked in the top one hundred of the secret arts numbers, which was very valuable.

“She’s here to be my class material.”

Chu Zu said, “I was just worrying about Feian getting stuck here, and now someone comes to my door to demonstrate. I almost want to say thank you.”

The system began to quickly help the host select an open space that could be used as a teaching field.

First, it had to be far away from the clean stone walls that had not yet been written on.

Second, he didn't know if Hikta would be satisfied and run away after dying a few times this time.

He had to choose the secret arts well and make full use of the research materials.

Finally…

“Host, Hikta should be here to kill Feian.”

The system said, “She tried to stop Feian from going with you before. After being forced back by you, she seemed to have quieted down and hadn't shown up. Her appearance now might not just be to harass you.”

It thought for a moment and corrected: “Mainly to harass you, and to get rid of Feian along the way... that should be it.”

Chu Zu: “Not a big problem. If she moves her hands, I’ll chop off her hands. If she moves her feet, I’ll chop off her feet. If she talks too much, I’ll chop off her head. You find the corresponding secret arts.”

He said, “Hurry up and make progress. After we’re done, we’ll go back. Nilia’s little head might be about to explode.”

The system saw that the host had a plan: “Okay!”

The bronze door leading to the inner chamber was opened in the same way.

This time the door was not as wide as before, and the accompanying movement was also smaller, at least there was no earth-shattering tremor.

As there was no gold covering the walls, the light in the inner chamber was not as bright as outside.

The firelight flickered slightly, and there was no sense of humidity in the air, only an unusual silence.

What they saw along the way had already taken away the voices of the Goni people.

They felt an unprecedentedly huge pressure.

Then, their vision was tightly grasped.

It was not from some extraordinary power that did not belong to humans.

The man standing in the center of the inner chamber was enough to make everyone who saw him freeze in place.

There were not a few who had had an audience with the King of Goni, and there were also people who had had dealings with the High Priest.

Even though they had seen the center of power, they still shivered slowly because of the man's existence.

That was not a person who could be described by his appearance or bearing.

He was only wearing the simplest Sagteni attire, even considered shabby.

The governors they occasionally saw along the way would be dressed more powerfully than him.

But he exuded an indescribable special aura that covered the entire cavity.

This man stood in a deep ravine where the sun could not reach, but he was the sun that could illuminate everything—the scarlet sun.

Ashurbanipal-Zui-Sagteni.

Basically, no one had seen his true face.

There were once refugees from Imolai who sought help from Goni.

They brought a portrait of Sagteni I, drawn on luxurious papyrus.

The authenticity of the portrait was questionable, because the refugees who escaped from Imolai were too far from the tyrant.

It was difficult for the naked eye to observe, let alone draw the impression in their minds.

But as long as they saw him, they could definitely confirm his identity.

He was undoubtedly Sagteni I.

That calm and composed pressure could not be captured by any scroll.

He was flowing, the breathing power itself.

Beside Zui stood the High Priestess Feian, who sighed slightly upon seeing the newcomers.

And Zui raised his eyes, his gaze directly passing over the crowd, directly staring at a certain white-robed follower, his eyes overflowing with a cold and sharp scarlet dark light.

“Raise your head, Feian.”

Zui said in a low voice, “See clearly, remember it, what is death.”

Next, the Goni people truly understood the true meaning of the contact's warning, and even more deeply than the contact himself.

The Goni people had not witnessed Sagteni I's conquest of Imolai.

So they also didn't know about all the miracles that happened in the burning city's raging fire, as the lion scanned his territory, on the temple where the King of Imolai flowed.

Now they saw it.

In the huge underground cavity, a sudden snow fell out of thin air.

The fine snowflakes fell on their fingertips and turned into brilliant clusters of light.

While bringing warmth, the skin that was touched also turned to ashes in an instant.

The whole process was not painful at all, and even carried a sense of peace like a mother's embrace.

Wailing became unnecessary.

This massacre was not bloody at all, there were no corpses, no outcry or sobs.

There was nothing, only the king's unhurried steps on the ashes that were blown away.

The strong wind became the vassal of the sudden snow, and the tyrant's sleeves were rolled up by the wind, like the raging Red Sea.

What you are going to face… is the god of Sagteni.

The contact's words were so true, without a single falsehood.

The Goni people didn't know how they could still be looking at Sagteni I.

By rights, they should have died long ago, dust at the feet of the King of All Kings…

When the Goni people came to their senses, they were shocked to find that their bodies were constantly collapsing and then constantly reassembling.

The King of Sagteni had no interest in their lives.

The lion was only targeting a certain place behind the crowd.

The white robe was blown open by the strong wind, revealing a face unfamiliar to the Goni people.

That face was constantly peeling off in the fine snow, peeling off again, like a papyrus that had been preserved for too long and could not withstand the erosion of time.

But it was also healing rapidly, revealing skin as delicate as white porcelain, and on that face, a sculptural smile filled with madness and joy.

“This is my ability, Zui.”

Hikta took a step closer to Zui.

The Goni people, who had long since forgotten how to move, retreated to both sides in a daze, like Moses parting the sea.

“Do you know what you have become now?”

Hikta’s voice was hoarse, and her gaze seemed to be able to penetrate Zui’s soul.

“It’s like I’m seeing another me.”

“Ridiculous.”

Hikta heard the king's voice, which was filled with cold mockery and sarcasm.

“The god who should be disorderly covets the appearance of humans, the status created by humans, the power and wealth possessed by humans.”

Zui said coldly: “You are the fake, Hikta.”

Hikta was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly.

This monarch could always exceed her expectations.

If Katur or Aturu were here, they would probably be either furious or silent.

The human eyes, which were always shrouded in confusion, could actually see through too many essences at a glance and were not afraid to speak them out.

Not only did he speak them out, but at some unknown time, the stone wall surged like a swamp, condensing into sharp stone spikes, and before anyone could react, they fiercely stabbed at Hikta.

“Boom—”

A bloodless body was nailed to the bronze door!

Those stone spikes were still changing, biting into Hikta's bones as if they were alive, tearing her spine, then solidifying, finally merging her with the bronze door, making her unable to move at all.

Even though it was an angle that required looking up, Zui's jaw did not move half an inch.

He lifted his eyelids and looked at Hikta in the black mist.

Feian stared at everything.

Everything that happened was reorganized in her mind in the Sagteni language, condensed, and turned into content that met Zui's requirements.

She didn't even care about the black mist that pierced the air.

The moment her eyeball was about to be pierced, the black mist was grabbed by the king in front of her.

The black mist corroded Zui's palm.

The rotten flesh fell to the ground and turned into a bubbling fluorescent green slime.

After a while, the palm, which had been reduced to white bones, was restored to its original state.

“Feian.”

Zui called her name softly.

Feian: “I saw clearly.”

Hikta could feel as if thousands of knives were scraping the inside of the body she had created.

This was Zui’s silent anger.

She could abandon this shell and leave at any time, just like she had done before, but Hikta did not want to leave.

Her authority was being constantly weakened, so directly.

What did a god's authority represent?

When the authority was completely plundered, what would she have left?

For the first time, an emotion called "hope" overflowed from Hikta's chest.

The touch of death was cold, just like gold.

Gold could ignite the most ardent desires of humans.

Its value was intangible, but it could tear apart friendship and kinship.

The eyes of those who pursued it flickered with the flames of greed, and their hearts burned with an endless thirst.

Whether in a magnificent palace or a dirty shadow, gold was everywhere, like the invisible hand of fate, controlling everything in the world.

Death was the same.

At least for Hikta, exactly the same.

In the deep ravine temporary palace, which was only lit by the monarch, death was the only thing Hikta could see, as if it was calling out from its source.

***

“I suddenly find him much more pleasing to the eye.”

Chu Zu said to the system in his consciousness, “Although he’s crazy, Hikta is the most god-like god.”

Looking at it from outside King of All Kings, myths can generally be understood as humanity's response to the unknown.

Carl Jung's theory points out that the characters and plots in myths often reflect human archetypes and the collective unconscious.

It satisfies the human pursuit of meaning and order.

Through the narration of heroes, gods, and the creation of the universe, it alleviates the individual's anxiety and uneasiness about existence.

But Katur and Aturu were too much like “humans.”

Once a concept becomes concrete, can be speculated upon, can be understood, it loses its mystery and unknowability.

It's perfectly fine to say they are humans who have mastered special abilities.

Hikta was different from them.

Chu Zu was not surprised at all.

In the main storyline, it was always the Death Cult that was causing trouble.

Compared to "war and sacrifice" and "wisdom and wealth," which had temporal limitations, the special status of "death" determined that it would never be abandoned by the world.

To estimate from a more abstract, more conceptual perspective.

Humans can abandon other things, but death always follows like a shadow, so Zui can kill Katur and Aturu, but he can't kill Hikta.

How can humans kill death itself?

“No, no!”

The little yellow chicken was terrified, “Please don’t try to understand what she’s thinking, I’m begging you!!!”

Chu Zu: “...”

Chu Zu: “Fine, then I'll put it another way. She doesn't look like she wants to run, so let's just nail her here as a test subject. This is a huge contribution to our progress. Is that a more appropriate way to think about it?”

System: “...Indeed.”

It said dryly, “It's just annoying to look at, but Feian can use her.”

“Then what about the others? Goni is really cornered, they actually sent assassins, what a primitive method…”

“You…”

Chu Zu thought for a moment and said, “Can you expand the search range and see if there are any other assassins around the deep ravine temporary palace? Logically speaking, humans always come to the same conclusion when it comes to playing dirty tricks.”

The system drooped its head in frustration: “No, I don’t have such a large-scale scanning authority. It was because I had located Hikta before that I knew she was coming.”

The little yellow chicken made up its mind.

After this mission was over, it would secretly go and exchange some of its underlying code with the little chicken from the "Dragon Aotian Correction System" next door.

The scanning range of the system next door must be very large, otherwise it wouldn't be able to help its host deal with Dragon Aotians.

The system was still frustrated, but the facts proved to it that Chu Zu's predictions had never been wrong.

A muffled sound appeared in the underground cavity, a secret art that did not belong to Chu Zu.

At first, the sound was very faint, but it grew louder in a very short period of time.

The cavity reflected the sound, drilling into people's ears from all directions.

Unable to scan, the system simply recorded the data of the deep ravine temporary palace and then captured all the sounds in real time.

The little yellow chicken's bean-like eyes flickered with the ghostly light of high-efficiency data calculation.

The countdown began, three, two, one—

“Someone has chiseled open the mouth of the canal that Naqiya blocked!!!”

It reported the results to the host at the fastest speed.

“The Nituslaibi River has diverted and has already broken through the outer layer of the deep ravine temporary palace. The terrain has increased the impact. This place is about to—”

A huge shadow fell from the sky.

It was a stone slab that had been washed away by the water.

The scene before them was like a nightmare.

The cracks in the walls continued to widen, and water poured in from the cracks, accompanied by a low roar from nature.

Every brick and stone of the temporary palace became fragile in the face of this force, collapsing in an instant like a sandcastle.

No one could react.

The head-on impact was ferocious, but the doomsday-like collapse of the world was frozen in an instant.

Sand, debris, tides... all existences that could be called a catastrophic disaster were suspended in mid-air.

In the cavity, Sagteni I lowered his eyes to look at Feian: “Feian.”

Feian, like everyone else, looked up, her heart pounding as she stared at the cavity that was about to be swept away, yet was frozen, and then gradually restored to its original state.

But just restoring the temporary palace clearly wouldn't change anything.

In the higher place that they couldn't see with their naked eyes, the deep ravine that had been washed away and destroyed by the Nituslaibi River, everything was flowing backwards.

Because the king commanded the river to flow from low to high, the king commanded that what was destroyed must be reborn.

Her voice trembled: “I… saw clearly.”

The credit belonged to the system.

There was no secret art that could directly resist natural disasters, but the little yellow chicken was not flustered by this fact.

In an extremely short period of time, it had selected secret arts that could interact with each other, and even thoughtfully marked the order and timing of use.

“Host, just press it! Whichever one lights up, press it!”

Chu Zu picked up the little yellow chicken and rubbed it: “You take a rest.”

The little yellow chicken panted: “Okay…”

Hikta, who had temporarily regained her "freedom" due to the collapse, was hung on the bronze door again.

She knew better than any human present what Zui had done in a short period of time.

If a human not only possessed the authority of a god, understood the essence of the world better than them, and could even quell a natural and impartial disaster with a flick of his finger.

Then what was he?

The little yellow chicken saw Hikta's expression and instantly couldn't care less about resting.

Enduring the high temperature after the rapid calculation, it said: “What is that pervert planning now, Host? Be on your guard!”

Chu Zu: “Don't be anxious, rest first.”

System: “Don't worry, I'm not tired, Host. That kid Hikta is too perverted, I have to be on guard.”

Chu Zu: “No, you’re hot to the touch right now. You cool down first.”

Little yellow chicken: …

The little yellow chicken reluctantly said: “...Alright.”

Putting down the little yellow chicken, Chu Zu began to deal with this group of assassins who were almost dumbfounded to the point of dementia.

“It's not worth killing them.”

Chu Zu said, “Assassination isn't the problem. If they keep breaking the water inlet every time, I'll have to take time to repair our lab.”

The system, holding a newly exchanged ice pack, said: “Indeed.”

Having made up his mind, Chu Zu said to the assassins: “Get lost.”

The king's voice was still not high or low, even considered lazy, but it suppressed all other sounds.

His arrogant tolerance was everywhere.

“Soldiers have only two ends: to die on the battlefield, or to return home in glory. Do not defile my palace with your inferior blood. This one time only, get lost.”

The soldiers of Goni trembled all over.

Different from fear, it was a feeling from the bottom of their hearts, a feeling of a certain belief that was out of reach yet close at hand.

It was unknown who raised their left hand first, fingertips tensed to the highest point, clenched into a fist, and finally dropped to the right shoulder.

One person, two... the neat movements separated the soldiers and the believers.

Soldiers should not kneel to the monarch of an enemy country.

They expressed their respect in a way that belonged to Goni.

The king also nodded to them, just a small arc.

Until they turned and left this deep ravine temporary palace, the image of Sagteni I was still in the minds of all the soldiers.

Little yellow chicken: “What about the remaining followers? Should we ask Naqiya to drag them out and slaughter them?”

Chu Zu pondered: “Our lab now has a mentor, a student, and a test subject. I think it would be great to have some diligent assistants. What do you think?”

Little yellow chicken: “Oh, right! Feian used to have the followers help her sort and organize, and then draw it up!”

Chu Zu sighed: “The people of Goni are quite nice, they send whatever we need... I'll be more attentive next time I fight Goni.”

With a well-formed lab, Chu Zu's efficiency increased exponentially.

Hikta was still as sick as ever, always liking to chat with Chu Zu for no reason, and the topics gradually approached dangerous territory.

The little yellow chicken tried to analyze.

“She seems to be instigating you to go and slaughter Katur and Aturu first?”

“Ignore her.”

Chu Zu said, “She just wants to see someone die. First, the other gods who can be called her compatriots, then herself.”

He glanced at Hikta and corrected, “Or me. My death is about the same as her death.”

System: “...You understand her so thoroughly, I'm really scared.”

“Don't be afraid.”

Chu Zu said, “I'm not crazy, nor am I a pervert... Are we almost done with our progress?”

The little yellow chicken temporarily put its anxious heart back in its little chicken chest and checked for a while:

“We're still missing the top five numbers. The top five are not suitable for demonstration in the temporary palace. Even if you can repair it in time, the impact will be very wide.”

“Okay.”

Chu Zu nodded, “Then let's pack up and go back to the main storyline. We'll talk about the rest when we have a chance.”

Before stopping the retrospection, Chu Zu remembered something.

“Let's check the reader forum first.”

He analyzed, “This move was a bit too much. Nilia is still hanging in the infirmary like a caterpillar. If the contrast is too big, the readers might not buy it.”

At this stage, the main text had not yet revealed what it meant for Nilia to kill all the gods.

But Zui's actions already had a strong symbolic meaning.

It didn't matter if he gave the readers extremely high expectations, because all of Zui's abilities would be given to Nilia.

But if Zui's achievements were too high, so high that Nilia would have difficulty breaking through, it might not be a good thing.

Chu Zu had a rough idea of Nilia's growth fluctuations, but he still needed to make timely adjustments based on the readers' feedback.

The BUG in the forum had been fixed, and the system clicked into it according to the host's request.

It was originally thought, so what if they didn't buy it.

If they did it too badly, they would get complaints.

If they did it too well, it was also not good.

It was so hard to be a tyrant.

And the host was still being harassed by Hikta.

Who was going to reimburse this part of the mental damage fee!

Grumbling, sorting by a combination of popularity and time, the little yellow chicken, as always, directly projected the reader forum into the host's consciousness.

Nilia, how can you be sleeping?

I command you to get up immediately, abandon your academic credits, bring your biological father Polika, and embark on a journey with eight hundred brothers—eliminate all heretics, the world belongs to the King of All Kings!!!

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