Life in Tokyo in another world transformed into Herrscher of the Sky

It's like brocade clothes walking at night, and bright pearls cast in secret.There is no channel to share the delicacies of mountains and seas alone, and it will feel dull after eating for a long time.

"Among the infinite world lines and infinite possibilities, one of me succeeds." Qilin went on to say, "So all of me have become one at a higher level, and all of me are destined to succeed. "

"And you!"

"It will always be a whirlpool in my hand."

Writer's memories continue to pour in.

Countless memories came to Qi Lin, and failed again and again.

"you?!"

Breaking the defense means that the psychological defense line has been suddenly smashed, and this word is very appropriate to describe the current writer's state.

"Kiryn Kaslana! You are a devil!!!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Qilin shook her head, "But you can't find someone as cute as me among the devils."

"Besides, you're far more devilish than I am when it comes to what we do."

How many civilizations has the writer destroyed, how many people have been killed, and intelligent creatures other than humans?

That is more than the sum of all the villains in the past, present, and future on Earth.

"Compared to what you've done, I'm an angel."

"Come on, call me little angel Qilin."

Suddenly, Qilin's expression became serious.

"Why do human beings believe in the underworld, hell, the place of death?"

"Because the world is not fair, because people feel that all sins should be judged."

"What has been done will eventually be done again. Writer, as before, you will forget that we met, and then repeat this time countless times, experiencing the feeling of failure and despair."

There is no law that can override a writer, so only Qilin can act as her judge.

"This is my sentence for you."

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Chapter 150 Four Resist Fate?

Writer looks very strong and beautiful.

But after all, she was trapped in this short period of time, an infinite loop.

All efforts made were ultimately negated.

Of course, all of this is her own fault.

"Ah, it's time."

As one of the few people who can talk to herself, Qilin actually wanted to prolong the time and chat with the writer for three years and three years.

This will definitely be scolded by readers, and then the grades will explode (cross out)

It's troublesome to think about it, and writers are not good listeners, so it's better to continue to sleep.

"I'm working hard over there, do what you should do."

Qilin slapped the writer on the back.

"Now, it's time for you to leave."

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Seeing the writer's flaw, Qilin pierced the former's body with the Archon's Spear in her hand.

There is no blood, and harsh light escapes from the gap in the writer's body.

At their level, the so-called body has long been the manifestation of certain rules, which can be created, appeared or even dispersed at will.

The core of the war is the entanglement of mutual rules.

At the position stabbed by Qilin Yakong's spear, the power of countless Herrschers exploded, and different rules began to tear and destroy, while the writer used the rules he had mastered to deal with the elimination.

There is no waste of light effects, etc., and everything is restrained, so the appearance of the two fighting is not as grand as the so-called.

For example, in the game of adding and subtracting to calculate defensive damage, you add a little armor, and I add a little attack.We've both gotten stronger, but the amount of damage I can do to you hasn't changed.

At this time, the breath of the writer suddenly became stronger, and then languished again.

"Hahahahahaha..."

But even that instant eruption shook Qi Lin far away.

"I won't do what you want!"

After being glared at by the writer, Qi Lin felt a little baffled.

"Everyone, hear my voice."

The writer turned around and took a step towards the beam of light behind her. Her body slowly burned with a transparent flame.

She used some method to forcibly activate the formation.

Somehow, Qi Lin didn't catch up to interrupt the writer, as if there was a voice in the back of her heart preventing her from doing so.

——"It looks good like this."

A certain kind of context began to be outlined, starting from the Milky Way, and silk threads spread out from the formation, passing through one civilization after another.

In the end, the entire universe is woven into this giant web.

Not only those sleeping human beings on the earth, but the author's voice began to ring in the ears of all creatures in this universe.

"Now, I will show the future to you."

The formation was forcibly activated, and the incomplete power was turned into a kind of calculation power, which began to push the time of this universe backwards.

"Sister, don't you want to stop her?" Hiyumaru asked in consciousness.

"I can't think of stopping her now..." Qilin murmured, "It's strange, as if someone is interfering with my thinking, no, it's not other people's interference, it's myself who stops me .”

everywhere in the universe.

Scenes of the future unfold in the minds of every intelligent creature.

There is a happy future, there is a sad future, there is a bright future, and naturally there is also a hopeless future...

"The future you see is all real!"

Silk threads weaved a ladder of light in the universe, and the writer dragged his body, which was opened by Qilin with the spear of the archon, and walked step by step towards the pillar of light in the center of the ceremony.

The flames burned, and her figure became more illusory and transparent.

"Now! All the lives that are dissatisfied with the reality and the future! Together with me, resist fate!"

This time she has no chance to go back in time.

Sacrificing himself, the writer is naturally not for some lofty ideal.

Piff was furious and blood spattered five steps.

Her wish is very simple, as a common man, she would use her own blood to splatter Qilin to disgust the current Qilin.

On a deeper level, the writer doesn't want to be played by Qilin like this anymore, and her memory will definitely be deleted by Qilin again in the process of going back in time.

She mixed private goods.

In the future seen by those people on Earth, the writer vilified Qilin severely.

Shape her into a cruel demon king who plays with the whole world behind his back. In the future, he will lead the anti-entropy massacre to suppress those who are unwilling to accept her rule.

Created a dystopian world.

"The opportunity to go to the new world is right in front of our eyes, use your heart to hold the light in your consciousness!"

There are always those who are dissatisfied with reality.

There are always people who feel confused or even hopeless after seeing the future of the show.

Then hold the light.

Close your eyes and you too can become light!

Everywhere in the universe, among countless civilizations, trillions of living beings melted like this.

Qilin watched all this quietly, she and Hiyumaru were the only spectators of this great ceremony.

To be honest, she felt that the author's ritual must have a certain hypnotic ability... Otherwise, if you calm down, who would want to melt yourself into orange juice.

Their souls are thrown into the beam of light along the link of the ceremony, and their bodies are turned into source matter to feed back to the ceremony.

And on Earth...

It may be that the writer's private goods played a role. More than [-]% of human beings chose to devote themselves to the ceremony, and went to the "new world" that the writer promised had not yet been written.

"The new world cannot be formed." Qilin affirmed.

"Oh, why, big sister?" Hiyumaru was puzzled.

"Quality, energy, and the amount of information needed are not enough." Qilin didn't know how she understood these, she said along with her own thoughts.

"Originally, the writer's ritual required devouring an entire universe to make herself a god, and then she created a new universe with herself."

"Although the total amount is huge, the entire ritual requires so much precision that it can't be less than a gram. Because it represents a cosmic cycle from birth to death."

"And now, hehe..."

In this way, countless lives and rituals are integrated into one body, and the silk threads that weave the rituals become clearer and thicker.

But it's not enough.

The writer sighed, and it seemed that was the end of it.

"Qi Lin, I curse you!"

"Envy, sloth, greed...the sins you hate will haunt mankind forever."

"Your ideals will not be understood by humans... Hahaha, you are born strong and never know what human desires are. You only know how to impose your own kindness on others!"

"Your rule will be overthrown by traitors, and nothing will remain of your ideal city."

Hearing this, although she was still a little confused in many places, Qilin's keyboard expert instinct made her go back.

"It is said that a person's words are good even when he is about to die. It seems that you don't have this kind of virtue."

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Chapter 150 Ending

"You are a huge sun! You only care about releasing light and heat, and those good intentions that cannot tolerate darkness will burn everything up sooner or later." The writer roared.

"So I'm going against you, and I don't regret everything I've done so far!"

"Even if I do it again, no matter how many times I do it again, I will do it..."

Hearing the writer's words, Qilin was a little puzzled.

Did you misunderstand me...

Lu Xun said: "Nietzsche once claimed to be the sun, with infinite light and heat, he just gave and didn't want to take. However, Nietzsche is not the sun after all, he went crazy!"

This is exactly what he said.

Qilin can't compare herself to the sun.

In the past, she had done a test. Compared with a planned and unchanging life day after day, she prefers to encounter different things every day and tends to be on the chaotic side.

To the extent that it is convenient and within her power, Qilin will not take pity on her kindness and help. In summary, she is a chaotic and kind-hearted person.

As for the rest of what the writer said...

Still the same sentence, don't give up eating because of choking!

It is the most foolish to simply give up your efforts because you are afraid of possible bad results.