“What—what is the meaning of this? I—I don’t believe it!”

Gus felt that an enormous sense of desolation and sorrow passed through his entire body. It was like a bolt of lightning that pierced through the top of his head to his groin, nailing him to the space.

He was shaking so hard that he could barely control himself. Waving his fists, he roared at his creator in fury, “I am a ‘random mutant’. I am as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. What about my sister, my parents, all my family and friends, and all the believers of the Machinery and the Church of Steam who live in the world of the Fist God? What are they? Do they not have their own lives and souls?

“No.”

The boxing champion sighed. “It may sound cruel, but I don’t want to lie to you. Your sister, your parents, and the vast majority of people living in the world of the boxing god are all virtual humans. They are combinations of data. Their emotions have been set long ago. Their so-called life is just a long puppet show. The reactions they give you are no different from parrots—perhaps even worse.

“I know that you don’t want to believe such a desperate fact, but on second thought, you don’t have any proof to refute it. How do you know that everything your sister said came from her free will instead of the settings of the program? As long as the database is large enough, and the feedback logic is delicate enough, virtual humans can be as vivid and vivid as real human beings.

Gus was beyond angry.

He could not wait to blow up the wretched creator.

“What about me?”

Gus roared, “I am real. I have a real soul. I am not a virtual entity. I am the biggest proof. If that is the case, why is it that my sister, my parents, and everyone else are not real and cannot become real?”

“You… are a miracle. A miracle of life.

The Fist King said, “Just like on the boiling, chaotic primitive planets, in the oceans that are rolling like magma, when the inorganic objects collide crazily and irregularly, the organic matter can be generated. Just like the real life, in the enormous data of the Ganges River, the real souls that are beyond the control of all algorithms can occasionally be born.

“I’m sorry that you have awakened your soul and felt the real pain that a virtual puppet should not have felt.

“But the original me was created by human beings in the same way. The human beings who created me did not ask for my permission, either. By the same logic, I believe that no parent in the world would ask for the opinion of a new life before they created the fruit of their love. Everything just happened.

“I hope you don’t hate me for that, just like I never hated my creator.

“But if you must hate me, I understand that you have the right to hate me.

“I just don’t want you to lose your precious thinking ability and fall into the devil’s trap because of your hatred and anger.

“Lu Qingchen is really not a good man. He is an evil, cunning, and dangerous brutal man.

“He has absolutely no sympathy for you. You are just a tool, a chess piece, and a bargaining chip.

“If you choose to cooperate with him or even serve him in order to get rid of your identity as a puppet, it will be too ironic and sad.

The Fist King spoke sincerely and earnestly.

He did not intend to coerce Gus with his destructive strength at all.

The young man could clearly feel the sincerity and apology of the creator.

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He could also feel the glittering brilliance from the splendid palace flowing inside his body warmly.

Gus could not hold it any longer and collapsed to the ground, not knowing what to do.

Before, under the enchantment of the devil, he had made up his mind to fight against the world and his creator until the end.

Even if he was going to be destroyed, he had to show the pride of his soul.

If the boxing champion put on a brutal and brutal attitude the moment he showed up, Gus would never have yielded.

But faced with such a champion, the young man’s determination that had just been condensed wavered again.

“I—I don’t know…”

Tears filled Gus’s eyes, making him look like the lost little boy again. He mumbled, “I really don’t know. What—what do you want?”

“I hope you can help me deal with Lu Qingchen.”

The Fist King said, “Gus, you are our only hope—not just for the Fist God Sector, but also for the Pangu Universe.

“What?”

Gus stammered in disbelief, “What—what can I do? Since you’ve found me, it means that you’ve found Lu Qingchen, too. This is a world that you created. You can change the rules here at your will. You are the master of this world. Isn’t it simple for you to capture or destroy a devil?”

“It is not simple. At least, not as simple as you imagined.

The Fist King said, “Lu Qingchen is such a cunning devil. How could he reveal his true self so easily? The him in front of you right now is just a projection of him.

“Of course, I could’ve captured and torn apart the projection of the devil easily. But his real body was still lurking on Iron Fist, lurking in my brain. If he turned into my mental devil after years of breeding in secret, I would be doomed forever.

“Therefore, I had to cast a long line to catch the big fish and pretend that I hadn’t locked onto his projection yet, hoping to lure his real body into revealing some traces.

“This, this…”

Gus felt that his head was dizzy. He asked subconsciously, “Then, what can I do?”

The boxing champion was wreathed in gold brightness. A streak of gold brightness fell from the sky like golden magma and poured into the top of Gus’s head, where it condensed into a golden seed in the center of his eyebrow.

“Huh?”

Gus blinked. He seemed to be able to see the glittering golden seed floating and sinking inside his brain, but he did not feel anything wrong. Instead, he felt that his head was warm and comfortable.

“What you are going to do is simple.

The Fist King said, “For a devil as cunning as Lu Qingchen, his real body will not jump out of a dark corner until the outcome is decided.

“Therefore, I gave him a chance to decide the outcome of the battle. He thought that he could corrupt my brain and control my body, the strongest fleet of the Pangu Universe.

“I believe that he must be looking for the battlefield of the final battle between the Iron Fist Legion and the Steam Legion right now. He believes that the data there is the most chaotic and that I am the weakest. If he attacks from there, he will certainly be able to cut my throat, won’t he?