Old days in the box

Chapter 433: The box can also be rooted! Give me administrator privileges!

"I am the only one who can exercise your power. I am the current protagonist that you personally selected. Without me, you can only sit and wait for death."

The box is the only transcendent existence that can compete with Sam. It can collect all things in the two worlds on a small screen and regard it as a game of heaven, but the box does not have the ability to directly end it.

The game depends on the players to exist. Without the current users to operate it, the box itself can do nothing.

This is Zhou Xiao’s biggest bargaining chip for daring to return here.

"I see. Your return this time is not a surrender, but a threat."

"It's not a threat, it's a negotiation. We all want to eliminate the threat of Sam. Our goals are the same on this point." Zhou Xiao said seriously.

"Or I can kill you now, and then continue to wait for humans to dig me out again and choose a new candidate." The ancient voice also buzzed at the same time.

"Then wait for that person to start from scratch and use hundreds of years to rebuild a player's power? Are you sure that by that time, the Nine Realms will still be able to find a safe place for him to slowly develop?"

Zhou Xiao's voice gradually became hoarse, and the sticky black light no longer threatened him. The man and the box just faced each other quietly.

"I am your best chance. For you, this choice should be a no-brainer."

The words that just came out of the box were now used by him to apply to the box.

A brief silence fell among them again, and no one spoke to refute. Only the 2,000-degree magma fire was left around, making a terrifying hissing sound and splashing flames.

The box finally sighed and once again began to make the ancient humming sound like a bell: "What do you want?"

"It's an end. From now on, all things in the two worlds must no longer intersect. Each world will return to its own and never intersect again."

The high concentration of divine power comparable to the bottom of the Fountain of Wisdom was surging here crazily, turning into a golden mist that fell on the surface of the sticky black light, coating them with golden light.

"Deal." The ancient voices answered slowly, as if it took a century.

The rock strata were shaking and the magma was trembling. In that moment, something completely awakened from under the ground.

The lights that were gilded by the mist came alive again and began to flow silently in all directions. They were no longer fierce and ferocious, but turned into golden curtains spread on the ground and hung on both sides, like a golden palace grandly welcoming guests.

At the end of this paved road, the box opened its body, and a solid bench rose from the flowing golden light.

That is his throne.

Zhou Xiao took a deep breath, he knew this was his fate.

Once they embark on this path, there will be no turning back. They will sign a contract with two worlds as the stakes, return to the Nine Realms under their old names, and fight against the God King until their death.

This is the path he created, and it is also the path followed by his clansmen. As the immortal Fourth Calamity, he is the truly supreme being in the Nine Realms. Even Sam cannot be compared with him!

Zhou Xiao looked back. Although he was in the rock layer at the center of the earth, his vision had crossed the mountains and seas in an instant. He looked back at this beautiful world again, as well as the morning light on the sea that was about to rise.

After this glance, it was a farewell. He retracted his gaze and began to walk slowly towards the throne; the golden mist quickly gathered behind him, blocking the rock passage he had broken through on his way here, causing the magma to flow back and the sand and gravel to gather.

This mantle crack that connected all the way to the seabed of Japan closed instantly under the impact of the huge supernatural force, completely blocking the road from the seabed to the center of the earth, and Zhou Xiao's signal also disappeared in all detection instruments on the earth.

And in this closed earth's core of high temperature and high pressure, only Zhou Xiao continues to walk alone towards the golden road, towards his destined throne.

His footsteps created layer upon layer of ripples in the golden light, and wherever these ripples went, more screens of various sizes appeared, just like the old televisions he had seen in Path of Exile, inappropriate and indescribable.

Zhou Xiao walked step by step past the large and small screens surrounding him. After the snowflakes passed, different pictures were playing on each screen.

The kingdom of elves was completely engulfed by the venom, and a goddess as huge as a planet fell into the stars, her corpse turning into a strange and beautiful cosmic wonder; her old followers gave up their human identities and merged themselves into inhuman warriors to build a defense line of hundreds of light years; the goddess of the sea was tied to a copper pillar by evil spirit chains, with the broken sword of Cain lying at her feet, her face full of despair.

Every scene is a scene that happened in the past and the future, and every scene is the most tragic situation in the Nine Realms at the moment.

He walked to the end of the road and sat on the throne that was transformed from the box itself.

"What else do you need?" An ancient voice sounded in his ears.

"All your permissions and every function must be open to me, and I need to connect to the global Internet." Zhou Xiao looked up.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an immediate response from the throne. More gold flowed out from it, spreading out in dense lines with him as the center, casting a brand new shape.

There were five huge screens, one main screen and four secondary screens, all of which were carved with ancient patterns in gold. They looked like lost murals as well as huge surveillance centers.

This is crazy!

More equipment emerged from the gold one after another, building a magnificent table beside him, extending countless lines and split screens, supporting his hands.

According to the characteristics of his era, the box gave him a luxurious super workbench. At this moment, he was wrapped in countless screens and could see at a glance what was happening everywhere in the Nine Realms.

This time he will no longer be restricted by hardware or venue, because behind him is a box with full permissions, the throne of God!
The terrifying supernatural power filled this small space, and magma began to pour in until it stopped around his throne.

In the following time, this will be his eternal and unchanging abode of God. He will stay forever in this closed center of the earth until he completes the contract he made and is swallowed by the box and taken to the Nine Realms of Northern Europe.

All the bronze lines were covered with gold, the connections were being quickly rebuilt, and that familiar feeling came over me again.

"If you fail..." Just as he was about to reconnect to the Nine Realms, the ancient voices once again sounded in his ears, asking one last soft question.

But he just stared straight ahead, watching the screens gradually light up from far to near, and the voices of his clansmen in his ears became clearer and clearer. Everything was so familiar, as if it was fate.

"Old times will prevail," he replied.

Thousands of years later, the great Old Ones returned with a chassis with ROOT permissions.

(End of this chapter)