Chapter 1203: Chapter 1203

1203: Chapter 1189: Arrogance 1203: Chapter 1189: Arrogance “We’re going to make a scene, what do you think?”

Lu’s directness paused the psychic waves of the ancient hero opposite him.

You’re going to smash my boss’s setup, and you’re telling me, a mere worker, right here?

“That’s really great, although I don’t think much of it…

Its favorite thing is our various struggles and resistances, and then it destroys everything we try to protect, turning it back into Its collection.”

After every mission, the hero was forced back into slumber.

Then you and all the lives around you will suffer bad luck, ultimately forcing you into a corner where you willingly enter amber again.

“Ha, it’s different now.

It used to play its solitary game, having the sole administrator (gm) rights, but now that it has connected to the network, naturally, it must endure network hackers and all sorts of malicious attacks…

Uh, the analogy isn’t quite right, didn’t understand?”

“No, I can understand.

Our civilization once developed a network between minds, and dealing with those spoiled children who spread their malice and negative emotions was once the most headache-inducing part of my job, after all, youngsters need protection…”

Speaking of the past, the hero felt somewhat nostalgic.

Back then, he was purely a civilian worker, thinking life was bad enough with no vacations, low wages, and having to put up with nonsense from everyone…

but now, he found himself constantly thinking about those irritating days.

Ask him for some blood!”

Well, this one, upon seeing the rare “Psychic Creature”, was more proactive.

However, Lu Ping’an didn’t rush to comply.

As long as they kept communicating, this little matter would naturally not be refused.

He was more interested in…

“Indeed, your civilization is quite advanced, choosing the path of the psyche, right?

No wonder the Abyssal Insect Race has something akin to a hive mind…”

“Abyssal Insect Race?” Apparently, the hero was unaware that his people had returned.

Common enemies always provide the best conversation starter to bring people closer, and Lu Ping’an threw this out not only as provocation but also as a probe…

He was testing “Its” control over these heroes, as well as “Its” consideration for him.

From the results, it seemed pretty good.

“My people, have they returned…”

“I’ve been to your homeland and was received by your boss here.

you mean ‘the Master’!”

The intense emotional fluctuations made his feathers tremble ceaselessly.

The emotions conveyed by the atmosphere were either anger or disbelief.

In this moment, Lu Ping’an actually felt some sympathy for him, realizing that even if his ethnicity was destroyed, and even if his life was manipulated and toyed with, he likely hadn’t the right to meet that being behind the scenes.

“Yes, right at your altars, that square where you worship It…”

We do not worship Its existence, we honor the power of the mind and the body, we are a faithless race!”

Upon trying to converse a little, the hero couldn’t calm down at all.

He couldn’t understand what exactly that being had done, and what had ultimately happened to his race’s birthplace.

And the subsequent exchange of information only broadened Lu Ping’an’s horizons even more.

This thing, truly didn’t do a single human thing.

The civilization of these Kunka people was destroyed by the Apocalypse Flood, but at its core, it was a group of giant beasts that brought destruction and natural disasters.

They were the prophetic demons in mythology, capable of causing earthquakes, volcanoes, and Great Floods…

Normally, the Kunka people would take these as jokes, yet one by one, they proved true.

Thus, driven to desperation by constant disasters and Divine Beasts, the Kunka people mobilized the strength and wisdom of their entire race and launched a heroic resistance…

“The result was that the pain, sorrow, sacrifices, and even the minor victories of our race were all a theatrical drama for the Master to enjoy.

Ultimately, we overcame the thirteen Revelation Beasts prophesied, only to face the fourteenth beast which it was impossible to defeat, bringing upon us the Apocalypse Flood….”

Fine, Lu Ping’an finally understood; it was all because It was too bored and staged a drama for Its Intelligent Race.

It made them cry, made them die, amused Itself with their joys and sorrows.

Discovering that they were about to achieve a perfect ending, It simply cheated and ruined everything.

This being, having no morals, probably indeed cared not for Its image….

Meanwhile, amidst the Doomsday, It also seized the opportunity to make deals with these Ancient Heroes, promising the “continuity and salvation of their race,” only to turn them into “Frozen Dolls” for Its collection.

Lies may deceive everyone in the short term, or some people in the long term, but it’s basically impossible to deceive everyone for a long time…

When those Ancient Heroes, from different eras and races, met each other, the lies naturally became a joke, and all disasters pointed back to this so-called “Master”.

But It actually enjoys this hatred.

We messed up the tasks It arranged, bringing unexpected changes, and It enjoys them even more.”

“Sometimes, It wants to enjoy the worship and respect of the Intelligent Race, and so It would actively interfere with the Mortal world, even descending avatars, but It quickly grew tired of It….”

Listening to these hate-filled complaints, Lu Ping’an yawned, no longer interested.

This matter was too inhuman, and having confirmed that It was a beast, breaking the bottom line again could not incite further ripples…

What he was more interested in now was the future, how to make It pay the price.

“No way, we Dead Survivors cannot…

It never hides Its goals and malice, we suspect It even considers us some special kind of audience, kept to enjoy Its ‘masterpieces’.

It enjoys seeing extreme emotions, the despair following a full-force resistance against fate…”

Stripping away those emotions of anger and helplessness, Lu Ping’an still gathered a lot of useful intelligence.

For instance, those Ancient Heroes were not united.

Some had become the Master’s Fanatic Believers, feeling more that it was their ethnic “original sin” for their own civilizations to be destroyed by It…

But most Ancient Heroes intensely hated the Master.

And more bizarrely, the Master treated them equally…

or rather, considering the degree to which they were activated as a representation of Its favoritism, It preferred using those who hated It.

It would not interfere with the hatred of Intelligent Life forms, nor cared about their lives, merely throwing them again and again into new “eras,” staging one tragedy after another…

Yes, only tragedies, for comedy was never within Its considerations from the start.

As for the hatred of mortals?

It even craved to see those warriors cursing It helplessly.

Those who could not bear it or lost control of their minds were already doomed.

Mudar had survived to this day precisely because he was inherently skilled at propaganda work, with professional-level stress resistance and psychological adjustment abilities.

Moreover, being naturally gifted with Psychic Ability, a “Psychic Network Engineer” like him, was very adept at “Psychological Deduction,” gradually deciphering the mad mindset of It.

It was just a Spoiled Child, a Spoiled Child who could act recklessly without any restraint.

It was bored, the long years making It crave more drama and emotion, and the ruthless It could only have Intelligent Life forms enact them…

Each time It grew tired of the actors and the themes, It would topple everything and start anew.

So, these Ancient Heroes and such were merely Its dolls and toys…

Did It worry about their hatred?

It only craved them to look more at It.

“But, what is happening now is definitely beyond Its expectations….”

What is currently happening in the world implied that the world was falling apart, and It was gradually losing complete control over the whole world.

Just like a Housewife of the House who sees a mouse rushing in, It hastily called for professional handlers, yet worried that these outsiders would mess things up.

“It would awaken Its toys, making sure no one else could use them…

Perhaps, we really could seize the opportunity to do something.”