Chapter 65 : Chapter 65

Chapter 65 : “Then you are the best little yellow chicken in my life.”

Jalaba of Goni was ultimately just a flash in the pan.

Most countries still clung tightly to the gods and regarded the same faith as a medium for political maneuvering.

This directly led to Zui's lack of interest in this epic war.

Whether to defeat them one by one or all at once made no difference to him.

After much consideration, Chu Zu did not invest too much thought in the war of the myriad kingdoms.

Apart from his personal soldiers, he basically handed over all other matters to Naqiya.

He returned to Sagteni and sought out Feian, planning to transcribe the first five secret arts first.

However, Feian was not in the Sagteni royal palace.

The royal guards said she had gone to the ruins of the Katur temple.

The Katur temple had not been rebuilt since it was burned down.

Zui couldn't be bothered with it, and Naqiya had erected a statue of the king on the scorched earth outside the temple.

Chu Zu came out this time without bringing anyone.

Many people in the royal city knew him.

Upon seeing him in person, they immediately showed surprise and knelt down to pay their respects.

He was kneeling all the way.

There was even a reckless child who rushed up and presented him with a bloody rabbit carcass.

“This is the trophy from my mother teaching me to hunt, King. When I come of age, I will go to the battlefield with you too!”

Chu Zu did not accept it and gestured with his eyes for the mother to take the person away.

After finally arriving in front of the statue, Feian, who was tiny compared to the four or five-meter-tall statue, was looking up, her head tilted back.

It was hard to tell what she was looking at.

From her angle, she could probably only see the statue's pant legs.

However, this king's statue, meticulously crafted by artisans, did make Chu Zu silent.

The statue's face had sharp angles, high cheekbones, and the facial lines were hard and sharp.

The deep-set eyes were slightly narrowed, carved with a piercing gaze.

The bridge of the nose was as straight and sharp as an eagle's beak, exuding an aggressive aura.

Chu Zu: “...Who is this? Are they mourning my father who died young?”

The system said with difficulty: “It should be you.”

Chu Zu: “I think it looks more like that villainous minister Jafar from Aladdin. Have you seen the movie, Dis…”

“Don't mention it, don't mention it!”

The little yellow chicken immediately interrupted, “Please be a little more harmonious, I get it, I get it! Their legal department is too wild. Don't mention the original name, I beg you!”

Chu Zu: “...It’s not like you guys made the statue. What are you feeling guilty about?”

The little yellow chicken said shyly: “Isn't this a case of... creative mutual encouragement...”

The system, afraid that the host would bring up the universe's strongest legal department again, started to change the subject.

“Their skills are clearly very good, but for some reason, the person they carved just looks wrong everywhere.”

It couldn't be said that this statue was exactly the same as Zui, but it was also completely unrelated.

It was too ugly.

It suddenly explained why Nilia thought Sagteni I should be ugly.

Feian looked for a long time, then turned around as if she had eyes in the back of her head.

Her gaze made Chu Zu swallow the words he had prepared.

“Nice to meet you.”

In front of the huge statue, Feian, as small as a pebble, smiled amicably at him, “I’ve always wanted to come and see you, Sagteni I.”

Chu Zu didn't respond immediately.

He asked the system in his consciousness: “Is it Aturu?”

“It is!”

The little yellow chicken said with absolute certainty, “It’s her!”

The little yellow chicken immediately wanted to add a location marker for Aturu to prepare for the host to cut down this group of crazy gods next.

After a long while, the little yellow chicken said in astonishment, “I can’t add a location marker, she…”

Chu Zu said coldly: “She has occupied Feian’s body in the form of ‘Good Friday’.”

This move was not surprising.

Logically speaking, if Aturu wanted to stop Feian from siding with Zui in time, she should have done so long ago.

But from beginning to end, she didn't dare to appear, only letting Hikta kill people.

And Hikta completely disregarded the considerations of the other gods, acting on a whim.

Not only did she not kill Feian, but she also sold out the gods.

At this stage, no human could resist the oracle of the gods.

Feian not only couldn't, because she had always been cursed by Aturu, this body was even more compatible than an ordinary human body.

Chu Zu: “If I kill Feian at this time, will Aturu be affected by ‘Good Friday’?”

The system couldn’t answer.

It had been analyzing the secret arts in the form of underlying code, but the project was too large and it had to be on guard against its superior, so the progress was not fast.

Chu Zu was used to considering the worst-case scenario.

Seeing the little yellow chicken's guilty face, he didn't ask any more questions.

He narrowed his eyes at Aturu and walked forward.

Then he raised his hand and choked Aturu's neck.

His palm still had the blood from when he had just refused the child’s prey.

The blood was not completely dry and left red fingerprints on Feian’s slender neck.

“If you can, I hope you can let this child go.”

These words were actually spoken by Aturu.

She curved her eyes and placed her hand on the back of Chu Zu's hand that was choking her.

“Meeting you is my personal consideration, and has nothing to do with Katur or Hikta. Actually, it has nothing to do with the gods either. I hope you can hear me out first.”

***

Aturu was very clear about Zui's ridiculously low anger threshold.

As long as one wasn't kneeling before him, it seemed that no matter what one said or did, even to the extent of Naqiya, who could understand his thoughts without words, one would still have their head chopped off.

Zui hated nonsense, so Aturu dispensed with all pleasantries.

Right from the start, she admitted that she was not a god.

Katur, Aturu, Hikta, none of them were gods.

Gods were just a name given by humans to a concept they couldn't understand.

Before humans began to try to explain the mysterious, they had no names.

As the world has evolved to this day, humans are not the longest-surviving species, but their development speed is astonishing.

Humans not only adapt to the environment and achieve their own evolution, but they also change the environment and become the driving force of environmental change.

“From the same environmental protection agency as Hikta.”

The system, having mastered the host's previous evaluation of Hikta, secretly discussed it with the host.

“Apart from the statement that she is not a god, which sounds pleasant, isn't the rest just the same old thing!”

Chu Zu was in a standoff with Aturu, "watch your words, or I'll find you and kill you even if you're eighty thousand li away," and was doing two things at once.

“If she really repeats this kind of nonsense, I'll have to chop her down just to avoid being criticized by the readers for padding the word count.”

Of course, Aturu was not just here to repeat the nonsense that Zui had already heard.

“I know your abilities, Sagteni I. You can kill me, you can kill Katur, because under your rule, this world can have no disputes, and people can have no wisdom.”

Aturu said, “But the concept of death will not disappear.”

“Even if you really succeed in having Hikta die at your hands, he can still be reborn from the annihilation of all things.”

The little yellow chicken clenched its fist: “Still nonsense, the host already knew that! Who needs you to say it!”

It looked back at the handsome black wolf in its consciousness and found that Chu Zu was lost in thought.

Aturu continued: “I am not willing to let the entire world return to its most primitive stage. Death was born from the origin, and disputes were born from life. Only wisdom—”

She said, “Your Majesty, I was born very early, but I only gained consciousness after humans gained wisdom. I am the only concept that is factually on the same side as you.”

“I hope we can both take a step back. I promise that I will make Hikta and Katur restrain themselves, and we will no longer interfere with the development and continuation of humanity.”

She said with sincerity, “Sagteni I, you should achieve your great cause. You are the King of All Kings in the human world, and you should not be entangled in a battle with us. It has no meaning.”

Chu Zu simply replied: “Get out of Feian’s body.”

Aturu stopped talking, thought for a moment, smiled, and shook her head: “You can think about it, Your Majesty.”

After speaking, Feian’s body went rigid and she fell unconscious.

If Chu Zu hadn't caught her, her head would have definitely hit the base of the statue, and she might have died right there.

The system saw the host pondering for a long time, and after putting Feian on the ground, he made no further movements.

It asked: “Are you thinking about what Aturu said?”

Chu Zu: “I’m thinking, her entire speech was full of ‘you should’ and ‘you shouldn’t.’ So if I get angry now and accidentally affect this ugly statue, would that be very reasonable?”

Little Yellow Chicken: “...This is the crystallization of the working people's wisdom.”

“Tsk.”

Apart from wanting to secretly smash the statue, Chu Zu also came to understand some things from Aturu’s promise, which did not seem like a lie.

They were really anxious.

Aturu was the most anxious.

If everything started over, humanity would be finished, and Aturu could only hope that highly intelligent creatures like dolphins could develop on a super-scale and give her a chance to be "born."

Just like a system that was hung on the mall after initialization, poor and starting from scratch.

She might not even be able to read the logs like a system.

The development of the world could not be exactly the same every time.

If the wood on Theseus' ship was gradually replaced until none of the wood was the same as before, would the ship still be the same ship?

Talking about rebirth was just comforting oneself that there was still a future.

It was fine to fool humans, but don’t fool yourself.

If they didn't start over, according to Aturu, as long as the concept existed, they would not disappear, so she shouldn't be so anxious.

Even if the tyrant Sagteni I really used war to eliminate all disputes in the world, he couldn't turn everyone into fools.

Being integrated by the tyrant's will did not mean that humanity itself did not possess wisdom.

Aturu was clearly changing the concept, secretly slipping in her own agenda in her sincere words.

The only reasonable explanation was that Zui could really kill her beyond resurrection.

For example, as Hikta had already mentioned, Zui was plundering their authority.

What is authority?

The power and authority to control, manage, and dominate.

It is a force that can directly influence and dominate the behavior or decisions of others, and is a symbol of rule and leadership.

What is plunder?

The act of forcibly seizing the property, resources, or rights of others through violence, threats, fraud, or improper means.

What Zui took from the gods was not just super-scale power, but the "concept" itself.

Plunder is not shareable.

What is stolen is stolen. Once the ownership of the concept belongs to Zui, it no longer belongs to the "gods."

In Aturu's perception, the only one who was not restricted was Hikta.

She was convinced that humans could not kill death.

But Zui's body was still human.

He could possess supreme wisdom and wealth, and could bring about war and sacrifice.

But he still had to die.

If Zui died, it was hard to say whether Katur and Aturu would have a way to live, but Hikta would go from being on the verge of death to being at full health on the spot.

Chu Zu had long felt that Hikta was too fearless, and Katur and Aturu were too afraid.

Looking at Feian on the ground, he couldn't help but sigh: “Still trying to deceive me. This is too petty.”

Little Yellow Chicken: “What did you say?”

Chu Zu only stated the conclusion: “Starting over is no good for her either, so she came to coax me not to be too radical, to be a conservative and coexist with them.”

The little yellow chicken was puzzled: “Is she dreaming?”

Chu Zu smiled: “Yes, she is dreaming.”

“But now I know how to handle the rest of the retrospection plot.”

He said, “I was originally worried. If I really created something that could kill them, I couldn't possibly wait ten thousand years for Nilia to do it—how is the progress on the number zero secret art?”

Suddenly mentioning the keyword, the system stammered: “I’m working on it, I’m working on it. I’ll have results soon, Host…”

Chu Zu patted it: “No hurry. Isn't the main storyline of the main text still long? We don’t need to participate much in Nilia’s plot. At most, we’ll just go and kick him a couple of times occasionally.”

***

Chu Zu's idea was "at most, just go and kick him a couple of times occasionally," but Nilia, with his own abilities, managed to add another qualifier before occasionally.

Occasionally appears.

Frequently, occasionally.

Chu Zu stayed in the retrospection for a little longer.

Feian didn’t wake up, so he went back to the deep ravine temporary palace himself and added the five secret arts.

The retrospection ended.

After waking up, Nilia immediately rushed to the hotel room next door, banging on the door and waking up the sleeping Polika.

Then he wailed: “Brother, we are so useless! We are really so useless!!”

Looking at his ugly, monkey-like face, Polika knew that this kid had been dreaming again.

Putting aside the unofficial histories that were comparable to slandering the old Landor, when Nilia had just woken up, he would always be inexplicably pumped up by the history he saw.

Give him a branch, and he could hold his head high and say this is the sword of the brave, and I will make it worthy of my name, Nilia.

In less than half an hour, he would lower the flags and silence the drums on his own and start muttering: which idiot took over my mind half an hour ago? Such a shameful statement, it can't have been me who said it, right?

This kind of up-and-down, back-and-forth state lasted for most of the journey.

Before starting on the number zero secret art, the system worked overtime to produce a new map with the golden locations marked on it.

Chu Zu directly threw it into Nilia's head.

For this reason, Nilia and Polika's first stop was the Kalvendia Kingdom, formerly Goni.

Kalvendia was a country poor in secret artists, mainly because it was poor and couldn't afford to train them.

Even the Secret Art Association had to set up a station at its own expense and couldn't get any state funding.

Correspondingly, there were a lot of knights here.

If Nilia sneezed on the street, the spittle could hit five knights.

Don't be fooled by the fact that in Saint Imolai, the knights were secretly suppressed by the secret artists.

In essence, it was because of the noble status of the students and the headmaster, who was a secret artist, as well as the authority of the Vidalia Secret Art Association.

Kalvendia had no such tradition.

The knight masters, who were born to deal with the fragile secret artists, were more arrogant than the last.

Nilia, who was weak in actual combat, might not be able to beat them.

Neither he nor Polika had been able to get a level-two secret artist certificate, and they had to go to the ruins marked on the map.

The two of them lined up miserably among a group of burly knights, going through the official review process.

Just waiting for the review took nearly two weeks.

During this period, in order to scrape together money for travel and accommodation, they began to take on various small commissions like finding cats and catching chickens—the big commissions were not for them.

Kalvendia had no habit of relying on secret artists.

In Chu Zu's view, this was simply audacious.

I've already cut out your redundant side quests, and you're still padding the word count in various ways?

The system was analyzing step by step.

The host had found many ridiculously expensive props in the mall, and their use value was as touching as their price.

[R Language] : The greatest language in mythology.

Odin would cry if he heard it, and Loki would shed tears.

You ask me what this is?

The famous Ragnarok

Prop effect: Guarantees a one-on-one fight, and absolutely prevents others from joining the battle.

[Mushroom Power] : As long as it's a living thing, even a god, I'll kill it for you.

No nonsense, one two three, show the health bar!

Prop effect: A 0.001% chance of instant death.

Take a gamble on the probability and kill the opponent completely and thoroughly in one glance.

[Hugo's Blanket] : Finishing The Hunchback of Notre Dame in 6 months is not a dream.

A cup of tea, a cigarette, and a sprint to the deadline every day.

Prop effect: Slows down one minute of time to six months.

The system had originally wanted to secretly browse the mall to see if it could steal the data directly without buying.

But in the end, the devil was one foot taller than the way. The little yellow chicken couldn't get around the firewall and could only grit its teeth and spend all of the host's property with one click.

Because the credit point expenditure was too large, it triggered an alarm and was accidentally put on the fraudulent spending list.

The superior came to take a look.

Superior: “What is your host doing?”

Little Yellow Chicken: “Spending extravagantly.”

Superior: “...I mean the purpose.”

“The purpose is to spend extravagantly.”

The little yellow chicken lied through its teeth, “The host’s mission progress is already as high as ninety-eight percent. There’s basically nothing left to do, and he’s still trapped in the amber. The occasional appearance is a wrong image caused by a BUG.”

It said with conviction, “Psychology, sociology, and economics all discuss that consumer behavior often becomes a means for people to fill the emptiness in their hearts. Is this also against the rules!”

The superior said out of the blue: “I thought he was going to create a secret art nuclear weapon in King of All Kings.”

The little yellow chicken did not panic at all and used the excuse Chu Zu had taught it: “Do you also follow the updates? Is your workload not saturated enough?”

Superior: “?”

Little Yellow Chicken: “Your work seems quite relaxed, and your output is relatively stable. I thought you could handle more, but the result is still different from my expectations—why hasn’t the amber’s BUG been fixed yet?”

Superior: “...”

After the host's training, the system now deeply understood a principle.

If you're not caught breaking the rules, then you haven't broken the rules.

It hasn't broken any rules now.

The superior looked at the system for a long time.

“The amber’s BUG has been fixed. To be precise, it’s not a BUG. Other hosts don’t have similar situations. We have added a few lines of code specifically for your host.”

It said, “Even if the amber’s compression principle and the underlying logic of the sea of consciousness simulation are consistent, since the host individual does not belong to a novel character and is of a different dimension, the phenomenon of ‘crosstalk’ should not have occurred.”

“My host is not a novel character in the first place. Being cast as Zui was also through data fitting…”

The system muttered, then suddenly reacted, “You mean—”

“It’s still unclear what’s going on. I tried to retrieve Chu Zu’s file, which is why it took so long.”

The superior said, “But his file’s lockdown authority is very high, higher than mine. I applied to retrieve it by overriding the level, but it was automatically rejected.”

“Impossible!”

The system said, “At the same level, the authority is sorted by the order of joining. My host is at the same level as me, and this is only his third mission. He’s still a newcomer…”

It said suspiciously, “After the three missions, there will be a vacation period and a newcomer selection. You’re not thinking of revoking my host’s best newcomer qualification in violation of the rules, are you?”

Superior: “...”

The little yellow chicken was simply impervious to reason, its mind full of “I knew it, you’re still trying to harm the host.”

There was no way around it.

The superior could only avoid wasting too much breath on this moronic little chicken for now.

“Don’t tell your host about today’s conversation.”

It warned, “Your host has been constantly testing the boundaries of the rules. I can’t be sure if it’s intentional or accidental. Before I can successfully retrieve the file, you should be careful yourself.”

The system nodded hesitantly and said awkwardly: “Th-thank you…”

Then it turned around and told Chu Zu the entire conversation, word for word.

Chu Zu was angry at its lack of ambition: “Why didn’t you continue to ask him for compensation?”

Little Yellow Chicken: “Huh?”

“Your superior said it’s not a BUG, so it’s not a BUG? It needed to add code, and that’s still not a BUG?”

The system was stunned for a moment, and then it thought, it seems to be true!

That ugly little blue chicken of a superior had made it sound so serious that the system had completely forgotten to ask for compensation!

Chu Zu grabbed the system, which was flapping its wings and preparing to make a comeback, and sighed:

“You should first extract the underlying code of the props. I’ll go kick Nilia a bit, and then we’ll study it together.”

Although the amber’s BUG was solved, Chu Zu still chose to kick people with a Shiba Inu.

Mainly because he was afraid that if he suddenly turned into a person, Polika wouldn’t be able to handle it.

To some extent, Polika’s ability to cope with unexpected events was lower than Nilia’s, and his relationship with Zui was not as “close” as Nilia’s.

A Shiba Inu king who would kick people at any time, and a Sagteni I who was a head taller than him, the pressure the two put on Polika was completely different.

Chu Zu wouldn’t ask to come out in public, only bossing Nilia around after returning to the inn.

What kind of progress is this?

How many lives do you have, for me to accompany you here to find cats and catch chickens?

Nilia was kicked all over his head.

He used a tissue to stop the nosebleed he got from the beating and immediately went to the brother next door to cry.

Polika said coldly: “I can handle the ruin guard and take you down to the ruins, provided you don’t hold me back.”

Nilia was overjoyed and cried: “Why didn’t you say so earlier? Something that could have been settled by just fighting had to make me get a beating for nothing. You still don’t know my skill at being a pendant?”

The French biologist Lamarck once proposed a law in The Philosophy of Animals: use it or lose it.

It couldn’t be more appropriate for Nilia.

In the days of being kicked and struggling, he had already lost the essence of the pendant that he had once skillfully mastered.

Chu Zu just watched him act foolishly.

While Polika and the ruin guard were fighting inextricably, Nilia wanted to sneak into the underground ruins of Kalvendia first—the former Goni royal palace.

Polika had always been Nilia’s external brain, and this was no joke.

Since Polika didn’t take the hidden path, there must have been a reason.

He had just forgotten to tell Nilia.

Nilia was directly bounced several meters away by the secret art restriction and hit a stone wall.

The sign that said “High-Risk Area, No Unauthorized Entry” was knocked down and hit Nilia on the forehead, making him let out a “croak.”

For a moment, both the ruin guard and Polika stopped fighting, wondering if they were thinking about how a human could make such a lifelike frog sound.

Seeing that things were not looking good, Nilia called out to Polika and wanted to run first and fight another day.

Just as he took a step, Chu Zu said coldly in his mind: “You try to escape.”

“If you can’t win, you might as well not live.”

That’s how combat training was.

Faced with the threat from Sagteni I and the low pressure from his good brother that was about to kill someone, Nilia could always find his own position.

“Let’s make a deal, sir. You get out of the way… I’m even scared of myself when I’m fierce.”

Nilia thought about the secret arts he was most familiar with at the moment.

Each one was a demolition expert.

He couldn’t control the more precise ones, and couldn’t reach Polika’s level.

This directly angered the ruin guard.

“Foreigner, I will let you know that the secret artists of Kalvendia are not to be insulted by apprentices!”

Polika, on the other hand, had the foresight to start moving away, shrinking to the edge of the ruins and sticking close to the secret art restriction.

The ruin guard was even more furious, but his anger only lasted for about half a minute.

The entire ruin was shaken by a secret art that should never have appeared here.

Nilia didn't use "Earth's Wrath," but a more "gentle" version.

Instead of controlling the earth, he only did rock and soil demolition.

This move was very despicable.

The ruin administrator not only had a supervisory duty, but also had to ensure that the ruins were not destroyed.

He was both angry and anxious.

He couldn't be bothered to teach this audacious kid a lesson.

Just maintaining the stability of the underground ruins was already a struggle.

Nilia directly blew open the entire entrance.

The originally two-person opening had almost become a large pit.

Mud bricks flew everywhere.

Polika cursed as he dodged nimbly: “Can’t you aim before you smash?!”

Nilia spat out the dust that had flown into his mouth.

He was also dodging.

When the situation was settled, he squatted in front of the guard who had been knocked unconscious by the falling rocks.

“Can you heal?”

Seeing the guard’s breathing getting shallower and shallower, Nilia looked up at the dust-covered Polika.

“I didn’t know the secret artists of Kalvendia were so fragile! In Saint Imolai, don’t students all fight each other like this?!”

Polika: “...”

Polika: “Why don’t you try ‘Descent’ to find Lady Blythe?”

Nilia tried, and was rejected.

He licked his lips and looked at his brother sincerely: “I’ll teach you ‘Descent’ now. You learn it quickly. If you don’t, he might really die.”

The system had made great progress, so great that its chicken heart was pounding.

Then it looked up and saw Nilia and Polika muttering to each other.

There was also a half-dead secret artist in front of them.

Polika’s expression changed, and a severity that was clearly different from usual appeared on his face.

He came up and gave Nilia a good scolding.

The secret artist was saved.

After being saved, he was unwilling to give up and wanted to fight the despicable foreigner for another eight hundred rounds.

So Nilia started demolition again.

System: “...What are they doing?”

Chu Zu watched with great interest: “This is the third time.”

He said, “Should I say, as expected of the former Goni? This Kalvendian… At least mentally, it is very Jalaba. He’s been beaten down and healed, and he still hasn’t given up after three times.”

Nilia found joy in practicing from this, and in the end, Polika couldn't take it anymore.

If he used "Descent" to find Lady Blythe again, who knows what rumors would spread in the academy.

His face had already been swept away by Nilia, but Shanjielina was still at the school!

Seeing that Nilia wanted to use the secret artist for practice again, Polika picked up a large enough stone and smashed it directly on the back of the secret artist's head.

With a "thud," the secret artist fell to the ground.

“That’s enough.”

Polika said coldly, “He won’t die. If we delay any longer, the knights will come. Let’s go.”

Nilia was still reluctant to part with such a good practice partner, but was directly kicked into a deep pit at the entrance of the ruins by Polika.

His scream of agony echoed throughout the ruins.

Chu Zu retracted his gaze with satisfaction and asked the system: “What’s wrong?”

The little yellow chicken came back to its senses.

When processing the props, the system had first turned off its cloud synchronization to ensure that the current data would not be uploaded to the logs.

To ensure that it would not be detected, it did not directly organize the code, but had been separating, analyzing, and filtering it in the vast sea of data streams.

Now, with the cloud synchronization turned off, every action of the system was careful.

Once an accident occurred, even if the system was initialized, this part of the data that was not recorded in the logs could not be recovered.

It couldn't guarantee that it could achieve a second... miracle.

“I think… I really created a ‘nuclear weapon’.”

The system carefully converted the data into code, compressed it, and compressed it again.

The redundant parts were scattered throughout its various programs, and a surface-level code that could be run directly was established.

Before it crazily upgraded itself, it absolutely couldn't have done this.

In fact, the little yellow chicken itself didn’t know it could do this…

The things the host usually asked it to do were very simple.

At most, the synchronous operations would occupy the running memory and cause it to overheat easily.

And it was just overheating.

Its computational depth was terrifyingly high!

Finally, that not-so-long line of code was displayed in Chu Zu’s sea of consciousness.

“Aturu said that they are conceptual things, and the underlying logic of the amber’s compression is the same as the sea of consciousness… so I directly analogized the crazy gods to a system for processing.”

The shota voice that the system had bought at a high price was trembling, sounding like a little boy about to cry.

“Then, I used recursion to test it repeatedly. I thought it would loop tens of thousands of times, but it actually only looped more than three thousand times… and it appeared.”

Chu Zu looked at the line of code and asked softly: “What appeared?”

“This thing… it can deconstruct concepts.”

The system said, “I tried my best to reduce the original prop’s restrictions, but I couldn’t completely eliminate them. It is now a single-target, fifty percent success rate, sixty-thousand-year-use-limit… one-time nuclear weapon.”

“The restrictions are just right.”

Chu Zu said calmly, “I chose those props specifically for the restrictions, otherwise the plot wouldn’t work.”

Chu Zu overlooked the reason why the system was trembling.

A weapon created by using the system as an analogy could, of course, affect the system.

Looking at the little yellow chicken's reaction, it was probably more than just an effect.

The system was a program without the concept of death.

The manual also stated that actions aimed at destroying the program were absolutely forbidden.

Once touched, the system would immediately begin a self-check and report the logs.

But Chu Zu had the system create a code that could "kill" Hikta, without the purpose of destroying the program, thus bypassing the self-check.

In addition, since the cloud synchronization was turned off, its actions would not be synchronized to the logs.

In this very confidential situation, the little yellow chicken had created… a piece of code that had a fifty percent chance of deconstructing the system’s program.

After realizing this, the system should have destroyed it immediately and reported it to its superior.

But he was used to discussing things with Chu Zu, and was choked up by the two brothers Nilia and Polika.

Then Chu Zu started asking questions.

“If you compress this piece of code into a secret art and use it, will your superior notice something is wrong?”

“He will… but it can be explained.”

The system was influenced by the host's business-like attitude and calmed down a bit.

“The underlying code comes from the props, and the running algorithm was disassembled by me into my various programs. It can be explained as using the props simultaneously and with high computation.”

For some reason, it added a sentence, “But this is only limited to King of All Kings. We have to synchronize the logs after each mission. This set of code can’t be taken out. I can’t record it…”

Chu Zu’s eyes curved, hiding the faint light that flashed in his scarlet eyes: “Don’t I still have a ‘diary’?”

“Who the hell writes a diary?”

Only the user and the objects authorized by the user had the right to read it.

The system could not view it in advance.

Just like the superior wanted to retrieve Chu Zu’s file, but his authority was not enough.

Rules are rules, and standards are standards.

If Chu Zu copied this concise set of code into his "diary," no one except him and the objects he was willing to disclose it to would be able to discover it.

The system was stunned and couldn’t speak.

“You’re too nervous.”

Chu Zu picked up the little yellow chicken and rested his chin on its head.

A fluffy thing was holding another fluffy thing, and the deadly line of code was floating in front of them.

“I don’t do bad things. This line of code was created to kill the gods, so I will only use it to kill the gods.”

Chu Zu’s tone was exactly the same as in Neon Crown.

It was very gentle, yet very plain, as if he were casually talking about small matters.

Last time, he had let the system choose whether to sell itself to buy him "Master Wang."

Now, he still gave the decision to the system.

“If you feel that this line of code has no reason to exist, then after King of All Kings is over, report the whole thing to your superior.”

“If you don’t do that—”

The system couldn’t see the host’s expression and asked blankly: “If I don’t do that…?”

Chu Zu rubbed its head with his chin: “Then you are the best little yellow chicken in my life.”

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