Chapter 68 : Chapter 68

Chapter 68 : “The world seems to be the same world.”

“No no no no no!”

Nilia looked around.

The mountain had stabilized and hadn't collapsed, but the damn church was still exploding non-stop.

He didn't know where there were so many things to explode.

A black figure passed through the flames.

Nilia was sweating as he saw that Hikta had given his good brother a new look.

Secret arts also had basic rules.

Even if Hikta could use secret arts to continuously repair his scorched body, his clothes were burned away, and that was that.

At this moment, "Polika" had only his vital parts covered by black mist, which was quite indecent.

Not only was it indecent, but it was also maliciously endowed with an eight-pack.

“I won’t leave, not even if you order me to.”

Nilia gritted his teeth, “He can’t play with Polika’s body! Running around naked is already a huge humiliation, and he even gave him fake abs?! Who is he humiliating? Who is he humiliating?!”

***

Chu Zu: “Not bad, very energetic.”

System: “...”

“Just let him be.”

Chu Zu sat cross-legged in the sea of consciousness, with the little yellow chicken on his head.

He had already finished his work.

Now he was just waiting for Nilia to kill Hikta.

After this satisfying battle, he would go back and settle the accounts.

He didn't even have to think about how to exit.

Chu Zu had ended the retrospection after leaving the deep ravine temporary palace.

The subsequent content was all relayed by the system.

Hikta’s curse was of course not just a strand of white hair.

That was just a side effect.

The real curse came from the crystal on his chest.

When he was first cursed, the crystal on his chest was only the size of a fingernail.

By the time Zui was in his forties, half of his body had hardened, seriously affecting his movements, and it was not affected by any secret arts.

When he died, his entire body was quickly enveloped in crystals.

Hikta prevented Zui from reaching the end of a human life, forcing him to watch the world change bit by bit in the gradually shrinking crystal.

To watch humanity gradually forget Sagteni, praise the gods again, and regard him as the enemy of the world.

What a moron.

It was right to have the system not interfere with the amber.

Now, as soon as Hikta died, the curse would naturally be lifted, and Zui would officially be done.

“Nilia doesn't use his brain for small things and just rushes in. For big things, he has to find a reason for himself. He has no great ambitions, so the reasons he finds are also strange—don’t look at what he says, look at what he does.”

The system was watching.

I saw Nilia's eyes blazing with fire, shouting "give my brother back his little piggy belly," and rushing towards Hikta.

It was a terrible sight.

“Where are the readers now?”

“One moment, please.”

The system quickly checked, “The progress is very fast. The cliffhanger is at the part where Nilia talks about Polika’s fake abs.”

The little yellow chicken casually opened the reader forum.

It had almost forgotten about this thing.

“Host…”

The system flapped twice and jumped into Chu Zu’s arms, sharing the forum on the small panel with its host.

King of All Kings: The Successor of Sagteni

The Credit Score Maniac of Saint Imolai

King of All Kings: Nilia Starting from the War of the Myriad Kingdoms

“The author has authorized derivative works. Now the hot posts on the forum are all these.”

The little yellow chicken browsed at lightning speed, “Most of them are fantasizing about Nilia’s worthless soul being cleansed by you, and him going on a killing spree.”

“The only niche one is The Credit Score Maniac. It’s about Nilia becoming a cancer at Saint Imolai for the sake of credit scores. The latest chapter is synchronized with King of All Kings, saying that Nilia went berserk and wanted to kill a god because Hikta cut off his path to credit scores…”

It seemed that the readers had also formed their own adaptation, accurately grasping Nilia’s personality.

He was indeed the type of person who would do big things for trivial matters.

But the readers still didn’t expect that Nilia’s slogan was neither for humanity nor for credit scores.

To be furious because his dad has abs… MD, I can relate.

Dad secretly works out without me, can you tolerate that?

Get him!

Who cares, a good fight is a good fight.

If Nilia doesn't beat the shit out of Hikta today, then Polika’s poop is clean!

I have a reasonable suspicion… that this kid only understood half of the half-truths that Hikta told him.

He was already confused, and Polika’s “Descent” directly burned out this kid’s CPU.

Normal.

Look who usually takes care of Nilia.

Zui doesn’t care about his crazy fits, and Polika goes crazy with him.

Hikta, that psycho, has been hiding all along, and doesn't dare to cause any real trouble.

But then he saw how good Zui was to Nilia and got so jealous.

Then he looked again, and holy crap, why is he so good to Polika too…

If he doesn’t break out of jail soon, he won’t even be able to get in line to be the third wheel.

Even if he breaks out of jail, he won’t get in line.

***

“This is a real-time post.”

The system said, “There are also quite a few arguments. The battle power posts have been going on for dozens of pages, but none of them include you, Host.”

Chu Zu nodded.

If he was included, there would be no fight.

He spotted a post that said, How to do the number zero secret art?

Nilia hasn't learned it yet, and he hasn't gotten that ancestral sword either.

Oh, right, there was also a sword.

But it wasn't a good sword.

It should have been corroded long ago and would be useless even if he got it.

Chu Zu turned his attention back to Nilia.

The two brothers had a lot of trouble when they were outside.

They were not just secret artists.

They had been targeted by the Knights’ Order, and Polika thought that relying solely on secret arts was too disadvantageous, so he also added physical training to the schedule.

When Nilia was running laps with enthusiasm at Saint Imolai, the trainee knight classmates had given him a few books.

Three Things You Must Know as a Knight and Trainee Knight Nickname?

Nothing is Impossible!

The books were thrown in a corner of the dorm.

Polika had also taken them with him when he left.

At that time, he was thinking that they didn't know much about knights, so it could be for popular science.

Later, when they planned to exercise, they simply used the books as textbooks and dragged Nilia along to train.

That’s how he got his eight-pack.

So, Nilia and Polika were actually very extraordinary warriors.

They not only knew secret arts, but their physiques were also far superior to ordinary secret artists.

But Hikta was not.

He only used Polika’s body as a medium for secret arts and had no close combat ability at all.

Nilia had also discovered this.

Nilia, who fought without using his brain, was ridiculously cunning.

"Earth's Wrath" forced Hikta into the air, and "Refining Flame" appeared behind him.

When Hikta fell, those calloused hands plunged straight into his chest, tearing at his muscles and internal organs.

Hikta fell to the ground, and Nilia gave his healing chest another vicious punch.

Do you understand the value of a close combat secret artist?

Do you understand the value of Polika being inhuman, waking me up at three in the morning to sprint from the foot of the mountain to the summit?

Do you understand the value of Sagteni I kicking me into a wolf pack, wanting me to survive, but not allowing me to harm the small animals with secret arts!!!

You don’t understand.

You’re just a piece of trash who thinks you’re so great and is good for nothing but disgusting people!

The others didn't have Nilia's decisiveness, and they couldn't understand why this person was still muttering about "damn abs, why does he have them when I don't."

“Cover Nilia!”

The resident knight shouted loudly, “Cover him, he can do it!”

Hikta seemed not to have expected that Nilia would be so ruthless to his friend and spat out a mouthful of blood.

“I thought you were good brothers.”

“I’m hitting a good brother. If it were a little girl, I really couldn’t bring myself to do it!”

Nilia cursed, “If you kill him, he’ll just be brainless. He’s already brainless. If he had a brain, would he give his body to trash like you?”

He even convinced himself, “Oh, right. When he’s brainless, I’ll be the smartest person at Saint Imolai.”

Hikta: “You humans…”

“Are you annoying or what? All you say is you humans. Do you even know who I am, talking about humans!”

Nilia scolded angrily, “They all say I’m the tyrant’s mad dog. So what if I am? Who else has this qualification besides me? It’s useless for you to be so jealous!!”

Hikta was stunned, and the people around who heard Nilia's words also showed a foolish expression.

Chu Zu let out a few low laughs.

Hikta was provoked.

Apart from Zui, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this.

Nilia was a scoundrel, and a scoundrel's curses did not distinguish between friend and foe.

His skin was impenetrable to blades and guns, and impervious to fire and water!

The god of death no longer paid attention to others.

He rushed straight at Nilia, his speed enhanced by secret arts so fast that it was impossible to dodge.

Nilia pushed aside the knight next to him, rolled on the ground a couple of times to get out of the range of the blue-blue cold flame, and heard a loud explosion.

He looked up.

The components of the church’s pipe organ were being kneaded into a solid metal by an invisible force.

Not just the pipe organ, but also the foreign objects from the melted window frames, the dissolved armor of the knights, and the rubble on the ground…

Countless objects were being attracted, twisted, and combined by the spherical metal, gradually becoming a behemoth comparable to a meteorite.

The headmaster shouted: “The original ruins under Saint Imolai are hollow. They can’t withstand the impact. Everything will collapse!”

Hikta raised his hand, his gaze cold as he looked at Nilia.

Nilia's brain was working at high speed.

What secret art would work?

What method could stop this idiot who would resort to random destruction when he couldn't win?

As usual, he couldn't use his brain.

Using his brain would easily get him stuck, and he wouldn't even be able to get his combat instincts back.

And at this moment, Nilia heard Zui’s voice.

“Pick up the sword on your right.”

The King of All Kings’ gaze was condescending, his cold arrogance undiminished, the supreme authority forged from iron and blood.

Nilia looked with his peripheral vision.

A plain long sword was lying on the right side, in the ruins where the knight had fallen.

It was trembling at this moment, and was about to fly up to that "meteorite" and become a part of it.

“You want the sword of the brave, to make it worthy of the name Nilia. Fine, I'll give it to you.”

Nilia: “...Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Please don't say such shameful things at this time, and don't joke with me!!”

Zui: “Pick it up.”

Nilia had no choice but to do as he was told.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword, a strange secret art flooded into Nilia’s mind, and he subconsciously recited it.

The next moment, Nilia had an illusion.

The sword in his hand seemed to let out a sharp hiss.

But when he listened again, it was incredibly dull, like a war drum, like the roar of iron cavalry crossing a thousand mountains, and finally, it became an invisible silence like a flood submerging the entire world.

A weapon is such a simple thing.

It was born to meet the survival needs of humanity, and later became a symbol of power and rule.

It brings destruction and fear, and also carries honor and culture.

Now it has returned to its essence.

Wield it, use it.

The brave should use it to resist everything that opposes them!

The floodwaters submerged the mountains.

When they receded, they revealed the skeletons of beasts and the skulls of gods.

And the untamed scarlet human.

Nilia understood what Sagteni I meant.

But he was not a hero.

He knew his own worth.

The difference between waving a sword and waving a branch was only whether it looked impressive or not.

This thing was a waste in his hands.

Without a second thought, Nilia threw the weapon, which had been enhanced with the number zero secret art, to the knight.

“Take it!” he shouted, “You’re a knight, right? The headmaster said knights were born to kill secret artists. You can kill Hikta, but don’t kill Polika!”

The headmaster’s furious roar came from afar: “I never said that—!”

Nilia didn’t care.

His forehead was covered in sweat, whether from exhaustion or cold sweat.

His eyes were fixed on the "meteorite" controlled by Hikta, his face pale and hard.

Hikta was truly enraged by Nilia.

He knew that the sword was surging with a very ominous aura, but he completely ignored it, his venomous gaze meeting Nilia's.

“What are you looking at?”

Nilia sneered, his wanton and arrogant manner strikingly similar to a certain scarlet-eyed old acquaintance.

“Still dreaming of dying at the hands of the King of All Kings? Are you worthy? You only deserve to be killed by a good-for-nothing like me. Hikta, in his heart, you are not even worth a finger of Jalaba. Any fart from any warrior on the battlefield is more fragrant than you. Heh.”

When it came to verbal attacks, the system was quite impressed with Nilia.

It was cheering Nilia on like crazy in its host’s arms.

Chu Zu would occasionally scratch the soft fur under its chin, but he was much calmer than the little yellow chicken.

“Such crude language, such beautiful content!”

The little yellow chicken said, “This is it, this is what I love to hear. No matter who comes to curse, they’re no match for Nilia! Go Nilia!!!”

Even though what Nilia was shouting was far from what the host had originally intended, he couldn't speak of great principles, and those magnificent declarations would only be out of place in his mouth.

It's great now, so happy!

Nilia didn’t have "R Language" or "Hugo's Blanket."

All he could do was the extreme that a human of this world, of this era, could do.

If Hikta had his original body—the one that was completely burned to ashes—perhaps he could still disdain all struggles and resistance.

But perhaps there was no perhaps.

Ten thousand years ago, the only king had destroyed his capital for pride, and Polika’s claim that he was jealous of Nilia’s talent was no lie.

The division of labor among humans was very clear.

There was no need for prior discussion.

The secret artists who could not join the chaotic battle were only responsible for stabilizing the entire Saint Imolai.

The knights harassed Hikta, so that Nilia could be without any worries.

This was, in the truest sense, a battle between humans and gods.

The meteorite would pierce through the world, but before that, humans would blow up the meteorite and grab the culprit by the neck.

The sword, enhanced with the number zero secret art, was passed from hand to hand.

It didn't matter which knight it fell into.

A secret artist could also use it to cut off the secret arts that came at them.

Anyone could use it, as long as they were human.

In the end, that plain sword was passed to Nilia and plunged into Hikta’s body.

Nilia's strength did not diminish.

He rode on Hikta, the tip of his sword plunged into the earth, giving the god of death no chance to escape.

At the same time, he turned his head and shouted: “Lady Blythe—!”

However, it was not Lady Blythe he saw, nor the resident knights, nor the secret artists.

The King of All Kings, with black hair and scarlet eyes, stood behind him.

Nilia realized belatedly that his amber had long been stained with his own blood.

It was just that his whole body was burning hot, and he hadn't noticed the sudden rise in the amber's temperature.

Sagteni I was also not in his usual Shiba Inu form, but consistent with what he had seen in his consciousness.

But at that time, the King of All Kings was always shrouded in an aura that was out of place with the world.

But now he was right in front of him, and the fingers that rested on his shoulder were warm.

Everyone stopped their movements and stared blankly at the man who had suddenly appeared.

Even though he was very different from the murals and the statues that had been passed down, that crown, that unique crown that symbolized absolute authority, had already revealed his identity!

The flames were still burning, the roar of the secret arts was incessant, and the pierced Hikta was resentful and unwilling, his voice sharper than a wail.

All these sounds intertwined, becoming the salute for the appearance of the King of All Kings.

“Zui… you… how dare you…”

Zui ignored Hikta, his gaze only falling on Nilia’s face, which was covered in blood and sweat.

The magnificent scarlet color surged in the depths of his pupils.

Sagteni I took off his crown and, like Naqiya had done, slowly placed it on Nilia’s head.

Nilia had only seen this crown in his dreams.

Naqiya had also crowned her king like this.

But apart from the coronation ceremony, Sagteni I never wore the crown.

It was just the most insignificant of his treasures.

“Answer me, Nilia.”

The King of All Kings asked, “Is my Sagteni a great country?”

Nilia’s brain couldn’t keep up.

He could only analyze what was in front of him—

Hikta’s voice under his hand was gradually weakening, while Sagteni I’s figure was also gradually becoming transparent.

“You…”

“He will die too.”

Hikta let out a piercing laugh.

Nilia had never known that Polika’s throat could make such an ugly sound.

“Do you think you’re just killing me? He’s your teacher, right? He will die too, killed by your own hands.”

Nilia turned his head and cursed: “You’re still slandering me when you’re about to die? Am I worthy of being His Majesty’s student? If you’re going to die, then die quickly. I still have to save Polika. Don’t dawdle here!”

Zui: “Nilia.”

“Here…”

Nilia slowly turned his head back.

It turned out that he had turned his head just to hide his ugly expression.

The young man who had just been so imposing had red eyes and his mouth was almost pursed into a wavy line.

“I’m here, Your Majesty…”

“Answer me.”

The voice was like a doomsday bell.

Nilia lowered his head.

The crown fell from his head and rolled a couple of times on the ground.

It also became a faint shadow like Zui.

The chosen human half-knelt on the soon-to-be-annihilated will of the god of death, tightly gripping the sword of the brave that could be found anywhere, and said loudly to his king.

“Yes, your Sagteni is a very great country—!”

Nilia didn’t raise his head, and large teardrops fell to the ground.

He didn’t dare to raise his head either.

The king hated crying and spineless people the most.

Sagteni I had accidentally walked into his life, which he was not proud of.

From that moment on, many things changed.

Nilia did not long for a magnificent life, but he could not refuse a monarch who affirmed him, and thus could not tolerate the so-called gods eroding everything he cared about.

He still didn't understand people like Sagteni I or Naqiya, but he knew Jalaba.

He knew the boy who had been given a sword in the famine.

Under the disaster, everyone knew.

Nilia didn’t dare to blink.

A touch that was much warmer than the cold crown came from the top of his head.

Zui stroked the top of his head.

“You won’t mess anything up again, Nilia. Go.”

Hikta’s voice had completely disappeared.

The amber on Nilia’s chest shattered, and the thin string couldn’t hold it.

The broken pieces fell to the ground.

It was as if a great force had pulled Nilia out of his thoughts.

Only a few seconds had passed, but for him, it was like a review of the past three years.

Nilia looked up blankly.

There was no longer any trace of the king in his vision.

Lady Blythe rushed over, pushed him aside, and placed her hand on Polika’s weakly rising and falling chest: “Pull out the sword! Quick!”

Nilia was a little dazed and was slapped hard on the face by Lady Blythe.

“Great hero Nilia—! You’ve nailed him too tightly, I can’t pull it out! Did you hear me?!”

Nilia reacted, stood up to pull out the sword.

His legs were weak, and he almost fell directly on Polika.

It was strangely quiet all around.

The tragic scene of the previous explosion was still vivid, but no one spoke, and no one asked Nilia what had happened.

Nilia looked around.

The knights had taken off their helmets, revealing their blood-stained faces.

The secret artists also lowered their eyes.

They raised their left hands, their fingertips tensed to the highest point, clenched into fists, and finally lowered to their right shoulders.

The silent funeral only lasted for a moment.

It was now past eleven in the morning.

With the annihilation of Hikta, the sky of Saint Imolai briefly cleared up, and then in a flash, even thicker dark clouds gathered.

Polika’s weak voice sounded: “It’s those gods that were ‘eaten’ by Hikta…”

Lady Blythe tried her best but could only temporarily stop Polika from dying.

The number zero secret art was only aimed at a certain concept, at Hikta.

The wound from the long sword was nothing to Lady Blythe…

But Hikta’s "Descent" was far from as gentle as Zui's.

He completely disregarded Polika’s consciousness.

The chaos of consciousness would drive people mad, and the damage of consciousness would lead to death.

The fact that Polika could still speak was a miracle among miracles.

Nilia knew it was not a miracle.

This brother of his was first-class in being stubborn, if nothing else.

Now he was stubbornly trying to prove that even if he was stupid, he was still smarter than himself.

“You don’t have to tell me…”

Nilia said illogically, “Just stay put. I still have to tell Shanjielina in front of her that her old brother is a scumbag who had someone make a fake ID.”

He glanced at Polika, “And he secretly worked out to get an eight-pack without telling his brother. Heh, scumbag.”

Polika smiled weakly: “Why is your mind full of me?”

Nilia was disgusted by his own words and really wanted to kick his handsome face.

The sky was still roaring, and the sun was blocked by dark clouds.

Nilia held the sword and looked up at the gods who were about to be killed.

He was not a secret artist, nor a knight.

He had not yet graduated from Saint Imolai, and he felt that he was not worthy of being a student of the King of All Kings.

Nilia had always thought that he was an ordinary person among thousands, just like the sword in his hand.

If it were not for the recognition and value given by the great monarch, his life would have been mediocre.

Mediocrity is not a mistake, but it cannot defend what he wants to defend.

And now, if you asked Nilia what he wanted to defend, he still couldn't say.

Countless things flashed in his mind.

The greed and ambition of humanity made him want to protect everything.

At dusk, the sky would be dyed scarlet by the sunset glow.

Nilia would stand on the earth watched by the King of All Kings, loyal to his own will.

Just as the King of All Kings had said.

The floodwaters submerged the mountains.

When they receded, they revealed the skeletons of beasts and the skulls of gods.

And the untamed scarlet human—!

***

“The follow-up is that Nilia and the others fought with the gods in Hikta’s stomach. Both sides suffered heavy casualties.”

“These gods have been influenced by Hikta since their birth, and they are extremely wary of the number zero secret art and that sword.”

“They were born in an era without you, but they are always intimidated by you. They even wanted to negotiate with Nilia, but whoever spoke would be stabbed.”

“The battle still caused Saint Imolai to collapse…”

“Because the number zero secret art destroys concepts, after Hikta died, although the people who were affected by ‘Descent’ or ‘Good Friday’ still had damaged consciousness, their will was no longer mixed with his.”

“Lady Blythe began to study how to repair consciousness. Nilia re-enrolled. This time, he didn’t take the exam. He said he wanted to be a historian.”

“Polika is the same. It seems he was worried that Nilia would add too much of his own stuff when writing, so he said he wanted to be a consultant and keep an eye on him… Nilia disliked that he was a moron now and wouldn’t let him be his partner.”

The gods brought a huge impact to the world, but as long as humans survived, new concepts would be born.

Whether to coexist with the concept that could reset the world, or to strangle the threat in time like Zui ten thousand years ago, was a decision that the humans of this era had to make for themselves.

The world seemed to be the same world, but it was already different from the world that Sagteni I was familiar with.

The system was smiling when it reported the follow-up to Chu Zu.

Nilia’s name had resounded throughout the continent.

No one dared to look down on him.

If a similar situation occurred again, with the new generation not yet risen and the old generation having no geniuses who could learn the number zero secret art, Nilia would be the only "weapon" to fight against the gods.

But he was still the same.

Polika said that the Secret Art Association had no right to reward them and should instead conduct an internal investigation and review the necessity of the organization’s existence.

But Nilia was quick to take the money, afraid that the other party would go back on their word.

While Polika was still arguing with the other party with his broken brain, this person had already collected a round of bonuses.

He even had a good reason, saying that he was raising funds for Saint Imolai.

Did he need to raise funds?

“The author said there might be a second part.”

The system said, “He’s boasting that he can write for another five years.”

Chu Zu: “So did you get the compensation for the BUG?”

Little Yellow Chicken: “I did! I did! The superior asked me what compensation I wanted, and I’m stuck here—what do you want?”

Chu Zu said faintly: “I want a normal sea of consciousness image.”

The system still wanted to salvage the situation: “Isn’t that a bit of a loss? There won’t be any such BUG in the future. I think you look pretty good now.”

Chu Zu scratched its chin: “Are you still my best little yellow chicken?”

“…”

The system said reluctantly, “Alright, I’ll go and talk to them!”

Before leaving, the system asked, “Aren’t you going to look at the forum this time? I saw that the ones who were scolding you before have all turned themselves in.”

“The reader who said Zui was all kinds of bad before, he didn’t follow the serialization and caught up all at once after it was finished. Now he’s crying on the forum every day. You can see the title of his post as soon as you click on it.”

MD, God Zui, I really deserve to die!

The little yellow chicken read it over and over again, and couldn't get enough of it.

It's just that using "god" to refer to him was a bit of a downgrade.

Chu Zu: “I took a look before. King of All Kings doesn't have the audience I'm looking for.”

System: “?”

Chu Zu patted it: “Go, and apply for the settlement at the same time. We’ll buy some low-key props to prepare for the next mission.”

Hearing “next mission,” the system remembered something.

“The next mission might have to wait for a while. We have a vacation!”

It said, “And there’s the newcomer selection. I think you’re sure to win an award. The credit point bonus for the selection is very high, and there’s also a ‘Host Exchange Conference’.”

“What system’s host?”

“Our ‘SideCharacter Correction System,’ and the ‘Tyrannical Protagonist Correction System,’ ‘Protagonist Correction System,’ ‘Villain Correction System,’ ‘Regretful Character Correction System,’ ‘Pure Love Warrior Correction System’… many, many.”

Chu Zu nodded and chuckled: “Then how can you be so sure I can win an award.”

“If you don’t win an award, it’s a fix!”

The little yellow chicken clamored, “You are an outstanding specialist who was personally poached by the superior next door. I advise the superior to have some discernment. If he doesn’t even fight for this, we’ll run away!”

The system was now completely Zui-fied.

It couldn't take any PUA and would run away at the slightest provocation.

The little yellow chicken puffed out its chest and went to negotiate the non-negotiable terms with its superior.

Chu Zu didn't open the diary that recorded the deadly code.

Anything he needed to write could wait until after the so-called "Host Exchange Conference."

He sat quietly, without any movement.

The system was very fast, or perhaps there was no obvious sense of time passing in the silent sitting.

In a short while, Chu Zu's height suddenly increased.

He looked down. His original fluffy paws had turned into pale, bloodless hands.

Unlike any of the previously revised characters, Chu Zu’s own hands were very thin, with distinct knuckles and no flesh on them.

That strange and familiar sense of weakness returned to his body.

The system was nervous at the beginning of Neon Crown, worried that the host would have cognitive dissonance.

This was indeed very reasonable.

If a person's mind was filled with a large amount of life that was not their own, and they had to play a role and completely immerse themselves in another's life, it would be difficult not to have cognitive dissonance.

This would lead to a profound question: why are there no humans in the sea of consciousness image simulation?

It's all strange and bizarre things that are on the verge of copyright infringement.

No matter how much time passed, the host would not feel that he was a tyrannical T-Rex, would not feel that he was a humpback whale, and would not feel that he was an evil silver-shaded.

Between the corrected character and the self, the sea of consciousness image served as a buffer.

But it was only a buffer.

Only by truly returning to his original self could the host be sure of who he was.

A novelist who often stayed up late, his mind filled with fragments of words, who died suddenly.

This was all Chu Zu needed.

When the little yellow chicken came back, it was startled when it saw the host.

It ran to Chu Zu with its little chicken legs.

The host was still very tall, wearing a simple white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned.

His collarbones protruded from his skin, so clear that it was shocking.

When he sat, his back was slightly hunched, and his spine supported the shirt… it was as if he was just a thin skeleton, swaying in oversized clothes.

“How come… how come you look the same as when we first met, like you’re about to die!”

The little yellow chicken circled around him, frantic.

When it first signed a contract with the host, Chu Zu was like this.

At that time, the system thought, since he died suddenly, it was reasonable.

“That’s not right. I told my superior that I wanted his usual state, not his state before he died suddenly… Is he messing with me again!!”

Chu Zu: “I’m usually like this. I can die at any time.”

System: “...”

“I won’t die.”

Chu Zu held it in his palm, “Let’s just leave it like this. It’s fine.”

The little yellow chicken was soft and fluffy in Chu Zu’s claws before.

Now it was being poked by bones, and its beady eyes were teary, almost like poached eggs.

“I’ll go to the mall and buy you some fish and meat. I’ll get some snacks too, and stock up. You can just pop them in your mouth when you’re free.”

Chu Zu: “Does eating in the sea of consciousness also make you grow?”

“It doesn’t.”

The system shook its head with tears in its eyes, “But it can make me feel better. You look too miserable. If you go to the ‘Host Exchange Conference’ like this, I’m afraid they’ll spontaneously donate credit points to you.”

“So they’re quite nice?”

“The ones who can go to the exchange conference should be quite nice. This also depends on the system's evaluation. Hosts with low or average system evaluations can't go, and they also don't have the qualification to be selected as outstanding newcomers.”

After the little yellow chicken finished speaking, it puffed out its chest: “Of course, my host is the best! The best in the world!”

Chu Zu also said: “My little yellow chicken is also the best in the world.”

The system was quickly coaxed and went to the mall with the huge amount of credit points it had just received.

Fish and meat, buy!

Chips, melon seeds, and snacks, buy!

And also fruits, cakes, coffee, and juice, buy, buy, buy!

Rich, unrestrained, and extravagant!

The little yellow chicken also bought a suit for the host, for the award ceremony.

If there was no award, it would use the suit to suffocate its superior.

The newcomer selection and the "Host Exchange Conference" were arranged at the beginning of the vacation.

Soon, the system received an invitation letter from its superior and showed it to the host.

“‘Lying Conference’… what’s that?”

“It's the icebreaker theme for this year's exchange conference.”

The little yellow chicken urged Chu Zu to put on his suit and said, “We think it’s too inhuman to force the hosts to introduce themselves, so we decided to just let them go wild. They can say whatever they want, and it can all be considered a lie, so there’s no psychological pressure!”

The suit fit perfectly, hiding Chu Zu’s protruding shoulder blades, leaving only his original broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs.

“Alright, alright, very handsome! Even more handsome than the black wolf before!”

The system clicked on the invitation email and confirmed its participation.

A few lines of data flowed through the sea of consciousness, and a double door appeared in front of Chu Zu.

At the top of the door frame, there was even a red banner with white words—

Welcome all hosts to the “Host Exchange Conference”

Chu Zu lifted the system onto his shoulder: “Let’s go.”

Tip: Tap/click the left or right side of the screen to go to previous/next chapter.