"So, are all this arranged by you?"
Zhao Cheng questioned the host in public.
The host smiled slightly and said: "There is no arrangement. If we really say arrangement, it can only be said to be the arrangement of fate. It is probably the blessing of fate that gives you a glimmer of hope of victory."
"This world has always been cruel, and hope is a very precious thing. Compared to you, more people can only drown in despair, without even a glimmer of hope."
"And not everyone can grasp the blessing of fate. The opportunity is fleeting."
"Ah! The show is about to time out. Everyone, go back and get ready. The final round will begin in five days!"
"Now, let's leave!"
The host clapped his hands and immediately everything dispersed.
…
"Your Excellency, you are doing this..."
"Stop talking, what do you understand?"
"What do you know?"
"You are not even alive, but you were born. Only the pathetic can be born with compassion. You are a failed creation."
"You know, this is the price. As the price for enjoying the charity of "God", the gift of fate is never free. Behind everything, the price has already been marked!"
The host's chest is facing the sky and his arms are open, as if he wants to embrace the world.
"His only existence value now is to serve as a prop to please me and everyone and to dedicate everything to God. That is his greatest honor!"
"Actually, if the reality of the show hadn't allowed it, I would have preferred him to survive after the failure. After killing the most important person with his own hands, he discovered that the power to change his destiny was still alive and going to the past even though the power did not come as promised.
In the following years, I sank into the deepest abyss."
"This is probably the biggest fun in the game of teasing ants. Unfortunately, there are still viewers. If you cheat blatantly in front of them, you will easily be complained."
…
On the other side, although the screen in the live broadcast room has gone black, the discussion about this dagger is even more heated.
Some people sarcastically said that this was the script arranged by the program team, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence? Others refuted that maybe this was fate. After all, Mr. Zhao was not the only one to win the red prop.
The only problem is that his props are more expensive and more powerful!
There is a rule for red props. If there is no price, most of the effects will be relatively mediocre. The greater the price paid, the stronger the power of the prop.
If you really kill the most important person with your own hands, the power you can gain must be unimaginable.
In addition, more people are discussing how Zhao Cheng will choose after the next round of the game begins.
Judging from the situation in front of him, if he didn't take action, he wouldn't see any way to survive. Only by killing to gain strength could he possibly subvert everything.
The most important thing is that as long as you win and your wish comes true, you can use your wish to resurrect people and create a perfect ending.
To do this, you only need to have a more flexible moral bottom line.
For the audience, making such a choice from the perspective of a bystander does not seem to be difficult.
Therefore, many people began to look forward to Zhao Cheng's final desperate counterattack.
Stab your loved one to death with a dagger, carry your loved one on your back to fight, and turn the tables. This kind of plot is exciting to think about.
After all, watching Zhao Cheng still struggling even though there was no hope left many viewers unconsciously holding back a little bit of anger.
Many people even wished that Zhao Cheng would smash the entire game and smash everything to pieces.
There are also a very small number of people who think this choice is difficult. Indeed, it seems that as long as the current sacrifice is made, the final happy ending can be obtained. But if it is a true love, how can it be given up so easily, even if it is for the sake of something better?
Reasons for a better future.
In addition, it is true that the credibility of the props and the program team does not seem to be deceiving, but what if something unexpected happens?
…
"Zhao Cheng, kill me when the time comes. As long as you win the game, your wish will come true, right?"
"At that time, I will be resurrected again."
"In this way, we can live together forever in the future."
"At that time, we will build a house on the beach and raise some flowers and plants. With your current strength, fishing on the beach is very easy. In addition to eating the fish, you can also sell the excess in exchange for other supplies...
…”
Zhao Xiaoxiang sat cross-legged on the bed, looking forward to the future and describing the future, his eyes full of light.
Zhao Cheng, however, was sitting casually on the ground, silent, with dark eyes.
For people like him, happiness seems to be only a handful. Even if it appears a little bit, you have to work hard for it. Even if you try your best, happiness will be fleeting.
Indeed, everything seemed to be arranged by fate. As long as he gently stabbed the dagger in his hand, future happiness would be at his fingertips.
But is this arrangement of fate really just to see a happy ending that will be good for you and me?!
In the dark, he felt a tightly wrapped, airtight net. It seemed that no matter how hard he struggled, he would be trapped in the net.
Furthermore, for the sake of the illusory and happy ending that does not exist, he killed the one he loved with his own hands. No matter how many reasons there were, he still couldn't change the fact that he killed the one he loved with his own hands.
Once the heart is filthy, it can never go back.
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"Zhao Cheng! Let go of yourself and let the shackles of yourself collapse. There is no doubt that you are limiting yourself. You should be a high-ranking king, why do you need to sink yourself in the mud?"
"When faced with a painful choice, you should not choose. At this time, the only correct way is to seize the power and power, and then kill all the beings who dare to let you choose, whether they are gods, Buddhas or demons.
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"Have you seen this kind of power? This is the extraordinary power that was born after you and I were on the same frequency. I call it the White Natural Disaster. As long as you choose not to be human, we can embrace it and feel it.
Everything in the world, even time and space, can only be destroyed in the face of such power."
Zhao Xiaoxiang's voice sounded in the dream again.
In a daze, Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand, but found that it was empty.
"Is it because it's not desperate enough?"
"It seems that this kind of power is indeed the destructive power born out of extreme despair."
"If you fail to succeed this week, you have to ask Zhao Cheng, what on earth is this thing that has such a high affinity with me? If I can cultivate this power in the real world, wouldn't I be invincible?
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"When the time comes, even if I suppress Zhao..., forget it..."
The voice muttered and became smaller and smaller, and Zhao Cheng naturally woke up.
This chapter has been completed!