[Among all divine positions known so far...]
[Agony is the only confird, universally acknowledged god who has perished.]
[Everyone hated Agony, so He died.]
This simple description struck Lu Ce's soul instantly, making him reevaluate this Sequence item he once thought didn't exist.
Agony is dead?
Then what's the thing inside his head?
As the Chosen of Agony, did He leave his legacy directly to him after death?
Hmm, thinking like this might be too wishful—could there really be such free benefits in this world?
Lu Ce had known one saying since childhood—all gifts from fate have their price secretly labeled.
But seeing this description of "Agony is dead," he fell into deep contemplation.
Was it trying to possess him? Or was he chosen as an heir? Or was he simply lucky?
Moreover, these few short sentences seed to contain much hidden information worth pondering.
What did "Everyone hated Agony, so Agony died" an?
Was this so kind of hint? If everyone hated Life, would Life die too?
Conversely, was Life powerful because everyone feared death in reality, making Him... a superior god?
If he continued this line of thought, the speculations and conspiracy theories would beco endless.
He still knew too little...
Frowning in thought, Lu Ce was startled back to reality by a voice from the podium.
"Good day, students!"
The voice wasn't loud but reached everyone clearly, carrying an authoritative tone.
The previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent.
Lu Ce looked up slightly, then froze.
What greeted his eyes was a bright red robe—so strikingly red it was almost blinding, very distinctive.
It was the official uniform of Jiu Tian.
The person wearing it was sowhat familiar—the staff mber who initially suspected Lu Ce might be a player, the one who gave him a golden business card.
I forgot his na; interested readers can check earlier chapters.
"Hello students, my surna is Zhao. So of you may have t before, others not."
Zhao Jiacheng had already spotted Lu Ce and gave him a slight nod across the crowd without further interaction.
During the Heaven and Earth Society's campus riots, Zhao Jiacheng once suspected Lu Ce might be the player.
But later, when national policies relaxed and no longer required player registration, he stopped paying attention.
He never imagined that seemingly capable young man would beco the current world's number one—"Sin."
He had brushed shoulders with "Sin's" true identity.
"You can probably guess from my outfit—yes, I'm from Dragon Group, currently China's only official organization."
"No need to be nervous. Today's so-called educational lecture is actually just a small test."
"I know so among you must have been chosen as players but remain silent for various reasons."
"That's fine. The state won't force you. Keeping secrets is your right."
Lu Ce remained calm, but Xie Antong, more sensitive to such cues, noticed several classmates visibly relax.
Clearly, they were Chosen Ones.
So transparent... completely unable to hide it...
Thinking this, she glanced sideways at Lu Ce.
Unlike this guy...
"Everyone knows the Divine Selection Ga has beco a global phenonon. Many say this will be a greater revolution than the Industrial Revolution."
"This is correct."
"It took re centuries for humanity to evolve from monarchies to today's egalitarian society."
"The Divine Selection Ga may bring even greater, more profound changes happening right around us."
"But I want to ask—as a senior or friend—how do you view this ga?"
"Gaining superpowers and strength—but how will you use them? For evil? To dominate the world?"
"Or to make the world better as best you can..."
As Zhao Jiacheng spoke eloquently on stage, Xie Antong quickly lost interest.
Just another moral lecture in disguise.
She couldn't fairly judge—perhaps it had positive effects on groups.
Instead, she secretly observed Lu Ce, noting how "attentive" he appeared, as if genuinely listening.
His calm yet determined gaze, gentle expression—and undeniably handso face.
No one examines souls behind greasy, ugly faces.
But this image was so hard to reconcile with the ga's psychotic madman...
Each ti she saw him, Xie Antong doubted her recognition.
Once again, her eyes drifted to his right hand.
"Alright students, let's do a test."
On stage, Zhao Jiacheng turned on the projector displaying a PowerPoint.
Standard multiple-choice questions—prisoner's dilemmas, trolley problems etc.
Xie Antong noticed Lu Ce still appeared engrossed!
This guy's definitely zoning out—no way he's actually paying attention, whether he's "Sin" or not.
She sighed internally, then had a mischievous thought.
Well...as long as he's still "Lu Ce" now, right?
Then she could get away with slightly bolder actions than before.
A smirk forming, Xie Antong spotted her opportunity and struck instantly—
Zero-fra startup—she grabbed for Lu Ce's right hand while pretending:
"Hey! What are you thinking? I've been calling you!"
Lu Ce reacted instinctively—snatching his hand back lightning-fast, his dull eyes instantly sharpening with dangerous glints before quickly softening again as he turned to Xie Antong with a puzzled look.
"You were spacing out," Xie Antong said.
Lu Ce: ?
When did you call ? Bold-faced lie much?
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