Have you ever imagined everything that has happened today? Is all of this also part of your plan?
Stabilized for so long... what exactly was the reason you died back then...
He quietly pondered, reminiscing. Deep down, a feeling surfaced that he might have been used, subtly influenced over ti.
Moreover, it's highly likely that Pleasure was also influenced by that guy! Just like that sentence He said to back then.
Dead for so long, yet still able to orchestrate all these things...
Furthermore, Despair seriously suspects that Pleasure's current madness is probably also part of the other party's predictions!
Maybe even Pleasure is directly on His side? That's hard to say.
The more He thinks about it, the more terrifying it feels. He said it back then! If Agony had been willing to join forces with Him, They should have been the strongest!
It's just... He still doesn't quite understand. If Agony really did this, using His own death as a gamble, planning for several epochs...
What is His goal? What can He gain?
How much agony can He obtain from these events? Even if He truly sched against the other gods, He and Death should reap the greatest benefits.
Thinking it over in the end, He decided not to dwell on it. In short, Agony was always the strangest among Them, widely considered to be in a state of long-term madness.
So much so that when He died, They didn't think there was any problem. Now it seems that wasn't the case.
As you wish. We'll discuss everything when you return. You will need ...
Tsk, that guy Pleasure won't co looking for , will He?
After a light chuckle, He turned His gaze back to His own ga.
At this mont, in most other gas, the gods acting as ga designers were starting to get a bit panicked. They were thinking of speeding up their ga's progress, worried that the madman Pleasure might suddenly co looking for them.
But Despair didn't have this worry. His reason for not wanting Pleasure to co was purely because He hoped that guy would continue his madness, allowing His own power to grow a bit.
Because in His ga, even if a god ca, they couldn't help the fellow below!
Are you ready? Do you want to admit defeat? Hehe...
It's alright. I can promise you, I won't take your life. I'll even give you a chance to ascend to the heavens in a single step. I have high hopes for you~
His extrely amiable voice rang out in this deathly silent world.
But this voice, heard by Perfect Life below, sounded like that of a devil. He truly couldn't understand. Was it only his ga that was this strange, or was it the sa for everyone?
Currently, the world his ga was set in was called the Despair Secret Sea. It was Despair's most crucial ga venue, specially built by Him, a place dedicated to His collection of despair.
There was no dayti here. The sky was forever black, cold, and oppressive.
What covered the entire world was a boundless sea, a black sea, heavy and viscous like asphalt, surging and swallowing everything.
In the entire expanse between heaven and earth, there was only one enormous, sky-piercing skeleton, aimlessly wandering within this black sea.
In the pitch-black palette, only the crimson red moons in the skeleton's eye sockets served as the sole source of light.
If Lu Ce were here, he might recall that he had been to this ga's scene before...
At this mont, Perfect Life's entire body was soaked by the black seawater. His ntal state looked extrely poor, as if he had never been so dejected.
Originally, before participating in this ga, he had been injected with so strange potion by the Illuminati. And now he had to face this bastard's ga on top of that.
With great difficulty, he turned his head to look behind him, at his own precarious Eight Trigrams array diagram.
Several people he had saved were standing on it. They were all players!
They were players from Blue Star. For them, this was like being matched into a "Hell" difficulty ga.
Yes, that bastard Despair was the only god who matched other ordinary players into His own ga.
And the ga with Perfect Life wasn't normal either; it was His ga to deal with Perfect Life.
The ga content, from the very beginning, was a series of "trolley problems." And these ordinary players who were dragged here had only one mission: to serve as sacrifices for Perfect Life to choose.
In trolley problem-type gas, if Perfect Life saved one side, the other side would be killed.
The ga rules were extrely simple: "As long as Perfect Life could make the correct choice," then he would win. Otherwise, it would be the reverse, and Despair would win.
Perfect Life naturally believed that saving everyone was the correct choice, but that was simply impossible. When he tried to save everyone, even more people died instead.
During this period, he had already lost count of how many players, with desperate cries, had fallen into that endless black sea.
And yet this ga seed endless, as if the other party had an infinite variety of ways to tornt Perfect Life's spirit.
After finishing one round, new players would be dragged here for Perfect Life to choose.
Perfect Life had never expected that his ga would involve continuously letting others die. It seed Despair was purely trying to recruit him, forcing him to submit.
Why not agree? I find it strange. Beco my Apostle, gain the chance for eternal life. Once that Sin and Sun die, you'll be number one in the world.
Despair's voice kept speaking, tornting Perfect Life and also tornting the people Perfect Life had saved.
For them, they were truly cursed with the worst luck! How did playing a ga land them in such a place!
Moreover, they were all questioning their lives. The things they dread of, this god was practically begging to give to Perfect Life, and yet Perfect Life wouldn't accept?
And then using the thod of killing people like them to force Perfect Life to submit? That's not right! This ga is too cruel!
They were purely lucky to have been saved by Perfect Life; otherwise, they would have been buried at sea just now.
By now, each of them had long since suffered ntal breakdowns. They were now frantically begging Perfect Life, pleading with him to just agree.
Who could withstand this? If a wave hit this energy platform, they would all die!
Perfect Life didn't dare look back at all now. He couldn't bear to see the tears and wails of these people after their breakdowns. It seed they had already knelt before him.
His emotions were also almost subrged by despair. What kind of choice was the correct one? What exactly was it?!
If it were you, what would you do?!
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