Abyss Demon of the Worlds

"Why are they allowed to record me?"

face this problem.

Olsaka brushed his face with one hand, smiled indifferently and shrugged his shoulders before answering in a hurry:

"First of all, the matter itself has nothing to do with disrespect or not."

"In my heart, only those who are equal or close to me are qualified to make me care about their true attitude."

"The other guys?"

"I don't care about their admiration, liking, fear, resentment, contempt...all of them."

"This has never changed since I was born."

"As for why I don't stop those guys from recording?"

"The reason is very simple."

"For me, that in itself is an unnecessary thing."

"If it is said that the information you carry is just a trivial candlelight, it is only possible that under the circumstance of karma, some general information will be observed by some different time and space existences."

"Then myself, whether I like it or not, I will be a large-scale information point that automatically affects all the time and space around me, and is always automatically spreading its own influence, so that countless beings in different time and space will be affected by various factors. Under the influence, some of my information was observed in very different ways."

"It's like, when a whale lives in the ocean, whether it wants to or not, its existence and itself will automatically affect the surrounding microorganisms, thus evolving a small ecological chain centered on it."

"After all, my body is there."

"Even if I don't make any moves, the space-time itself will still voluntarily succumb to my will and strength."

"Furthermore, my information can be circulated and disseminated in more time and space, no matter what form it is, it is a beneficial thing for me in itself."

"So, their smooth circulation, to a certain extent, will also be deliberately fueled by me."

"For example: when those individuals in distant different time and space, without special treatment, suddenly know my name or my existence, they often feel as if they have built a special ritual in their hearts. Cause and effect and other factors naturally have some implicit connection with me, just like those believers who shout my god's name."

"In this regard, it can only be said that although the two are different, the general meaning is similar."

"In short, those who know my name and who know my existence, my eyes and will will be with them."

"And when the connection is officially established, my power will automatically follow that as a coordinate, and subtly affect the interior of that time and space, bringing various hidden dangers to their world or area. Sexual Influence."

"As for the impact?"

"That depends on luck."

"If it is my ministry of knowledge, then they are likely to welcome the explosion of information, which will lead to an increase in technology and technology. If it is my ministry of pain, then they will face In this case, there may be frequent natural and man-made disasters, but they are barely able to survive. If it is my role of the god of disputes, then the whole world will be completely destroyed due to internal or external strife, it is also a normal thing..."

"So, why should a god who holds high above the clouds care about the peeping of ants? Why should a giant who is taller than the sky care about the eyes of mosquitoes at his feet?"

"Their thoughts and opinions,

I don't need to care, what happens to them is just irrelevant to me. "

As Orshagana's tone was calm, there was no turbulent remarks.

this moment.

Once again, she could clearly feel the sense of indifference to all things in the world in the other party's heart.

I don't care if others respect him or if others fear him.

Just as the gods ignore the dust of the world.

All living beings are like ants, to me they are just playthings, they can be wiped out by covering my hands, and I don't need to care or care.

This kind of arrogance can be said to be arrogant, or it can be said to be derived from absolute confidence in strength.

Instinctively, she felt a sense of awe from her heart.

She knew that in her whole life, she might not be able to achieve this state of mind after exhausting everything...

But driven by her loyalty, after hesitating for a while, she said, "Even so, my lord, if some enemies know the information recorded in those books, I will wait..."

Regarding her worries, Olshaga just shook her head calmly and denied:

"It doesn't matter, it's just a novel, how many things can be recorded?"

"If an ordinary human being uses words to record in detail, it would take millions of words, and how much more information can I generate in a single moment? "

"In addition to the different effects of time flow rate and various other factors..."

"The level of information that observers can observe is always only a one-sided and meaningless part, and there is no need to care about anything..."

"For example: what I said before may appear as information of a completely different meaning in their observations, and after re-reporting through their own writing skills, the actual meaning and results may change again. Seems like it's not..."

"So, their existence, from the very beginning, was not a threat to me at all..."

After saying that, Olshaga stretched out his left hand and grabbed it.

somewhere far away in time and space.

A certain fat boy who was writing a novel in front of the computer while thinking about writing these words and going out to eat barbecue.

suddenly.

He saw the computer screen in front of him, there seemed to be bursts of translucent ripples like ripples in the water...

next moment.

Without waiting for him to rub his eyes, he reconfirmed whether he had dazzled.

A hand stretched out straight from it and squeezed his neck.

"Grass……"

this moment.

He who just coded a certain plot.

It didn't take much to say what was going on.

Afterwards, he was grabbed by the neck and caught into the computer like a chicken.

Shortly after.

Olshaga also casually showed the human beings in his hands to Xiuyi.

"Look, this is one of my authors, and he seems to be a fat man."

"Let me take a look... This guy actually writes five hundred words a day?"

"Crippled???"

After speaking, Olshaga pinched her to death with disgust on her face and threw it aside.

Then, he reached out and fished again.

In the same time and space as before, in a different room.

A guy who was lying on the bed in his room looking at his phone, facing the unupdated novel in the app software, was habitually complaining in his heart:

What time is it?

Junk author, still not updated?

shit...

next moment.

He hadn't waited for him to vent his thoughts.

A hand stretched out from the phone screen in front of him.

"???"

Then, I squeezed his neck and grabbed him like a chicken...

After that brief time travel.

Facing the fact that he was already in another world, he had not waited for him to realize what had happened.

Suddenly I heard a word.

"Look, this is one of my readers..."

Then, there is nothing then.

His treatment is no different from the former.