Gus bit his lip tightly.

But it is difficult to curb the trembling of the legs, and it is even more impossible to control the surging urge of urine like a wave.

No matter how many bad things Lu Qingchen said to him about the boxing champion, how many truths about the world he revealed, and how much anger and hatred he developed.

When facing the creator of this world, the legendary "creation god", this teenager still couldn't control his urge to cry and worship.

He could only recall Lu Qingchen's words again and again.

Recalling the devil's hippie smile, but not afraid of the world.

Recalling the tragic death of my father, my mother died of depression. She grew up from childhood. Because she was weak and was not suitable for practicing the iron fist, she suffered the ridicule, sneer and humiliation.

If the boxing champion is really the Creator God, who creates and controls everything.

Then, the deaths of father and mother, their own tragedy, and the fall of sisters into steam are all arranged by the boxing champion.

The boxing champion is the culprit.

What qualifications do you have to pretend to be a ghost in front of yourself and act like a magnificent and hypocritical look?

The boy thought this way, using his rising anger and a little growing hatred to condense into bones and armor to help him still hold his head up and look up with his eyes in front of the legendary "God".

"If Lu Qingchen is right-"

Gus thought to himself, "Then, the essence of the so-called boxing champion is just a stupid robot. Under his iron shell, there is not a bunch of messy data. What is the difference between me, my sister, my parents, and everyone in the world of the boxing god?

"Everyone is a tangled body of data and information. What qualifications are the boxing champions? Enjoy our worship and determine our life and death? Why! It doesn't make sense!"

Gus took a deep breath and suddenly realized that his legs were no longer shaking and his urge to pee disappeared.

Miracle! This young man with no power in his hands could stand upright in front of the Creator God and roar at the Creator God: "I am not your child, I am the son of the No. 1 master of Chijin Town 'Glenn'! Are you the boxing champion? Since you can lock me, it means you have discovered the existence of the demon. What are you waiting for? Destroy us - just like you have destroyed thousands of worlds!"

The boy looked like a magnificent and majestic giant opposite the boy, and he didn't seem to have expected that the boy would have such determination and courage.

The boxing champion was silent for a long time, and suddenly became shorter, as if he was squatting down in front of the boy with a condescending grace.

"You are completely wrong. My child, don't believe in Lu Qingchen's deception. In the higher-dimensional universe, he has always been known for his sweet words and delusion. Countless people died tragically in his lies and never awakened until they died."

The boxing champion said gently and sincerely, "No matter what he says to you, he is deceiving and exploiting you. Even if he tells part of the truth, he will tear these truths into pieces, re-edit and splice them into what he wants. In the end, when you wake up and find that you are just a piece that he can play with, and betrayed by him, how can you have time to turn back?"

Gus was stunned.

It’s not that I believe the boxing champion completely.

But I didn't expect that the legendary "Fist God" was so gentle as to the powerful force who could destroy the world with anger.

For the boxing champion, Gus is obviously just a string of data, a piece of dust, and an ant.

If the boxing champion sneezes, the boy will be wiped out.

He had no need to explain everything to Gus, let alone show off—even if he was pretending, such a gentle attitude.

But he just looked earnest and kind-hearted. He didn't look like an unattainable Creator God, but rather like a very reliable uncle next door.

Faced with such a boxing champion, Gus was once again confused, his lips trembling, but he didn't know how to express his confusion.

"Don't worry, my child, I know you must have a lot of confusion in your heart."

The King of Boxing said, "This is a special space I have opened. Lu Qingchen cannot detect the existence here, nor do he know that I am communicating with you point-to-point. If you have any questions, I will speak out and say everything."

The boy was silent for a long time.

Still unwilling to give up such a good opportunity.

"I want to know the truth about this world!"

Gus looked at the magnificent super giant in front of him and shouted, "The demon said, you have created countless virtual worlds, including the world of Fist God, just to cultivate and extract the 'humanity' in it. When the purpose is completed, you will destroy these worlds and discard us like dried up dregs. Is that true?"

“Yes, not.”

The boxing champion sighed and said, "This is the most wise and dangerous thing about Lu Qingchen. He always tells half the truth and half the lies, even 90% the truth and 10% the lies. It's really hard for me to defend myself.

"My child, I know that this demon has eroded your heart for a long time, so you may have great hatred and deep prejudice towards the world around you and even myself. No matter what I say, you will not believe it.

"But I still have to explain to myself as much as possible-if you draw a painting on the beach, write a line of poetry on the book, carve some dolls with wood, give them names, give them some rules, use them to play various games, there is no moral problem here, and you are not an evil demon, are you?"

Gus was stunned for a moment and did not refute.

"When you are tired of it, or something else, you wipe off the paintings on the beach; you paint the poems written on the books; you tear off the dolls and turn them into brand new toys that are beyond recognition, and 'destroy' that world that did not exist. What does this mean? You are a hypocritical hypocrite and a great demon with evil intentions?"

The boxing king said, "Gus, I don't believe you have never done anything like that when you were a child - you have never kneaded the paintings you drew, or discarded the toys you had ruined."

"This, how is this the same?"

Gus was stunned for a long time and shouted angrily, "The children's graffiti and wooden carved dolls have no souls, but we have, my sister, mom and dad, people living in the world of the Fist God and other virtual worlds. We all have souls and are living lives. How can you compare us with graffiti, doll, and stories!"

"No, you don't, or, in other words, the vast majority of you have neither life nor soul."

The boxing champion said sadly, "I know that this will make you very difficult to accept, but I must tell you that in countless virtual worlds, 99.9999% of virtual people are boring and boring programs that can be seen through at a glance. Their joys, sorrows, loves, hatreds, and hatreds are just changes in the arrangement and combination randomly drawn from the database, which are destined before they are ‘born’.

"If you do, there are very few individuals who can undergo 'random mutation', which is rare."
Chapter completed!