Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

"So, did you arrange all of this?"

Zhao Cheng questioned the host in public.

The host smiled slightly, and said: "There is no arrangement. If we really talk about arrangements, we can only say that it is the arrangement of fate. It is probably the favor of fate, which gives you such a glimmer of hope of victory."

"This world has always been cruel, and hope is a very precious thing. Compared to you, more people can only drown in despair, without even a shred of hope."

"And the favor of fate, not everyone can grasp it, the opportunity is fleeting."

"Ah! The program is about to run out. Everyone, go back and prepare well. In five days, the final round will begin!"

"Now, let's go!"

The host clapped his hands, and immediately, everything dispersed.

...

"Your Excellency, you do this..."

"Stop talking, what do you understand?"

"What do you know?"

"You are not even life, but you were born unexpectedly. Only the pitiful can be born with compassion. You are a failed creation."

"Do you know, this is the price. As the price for enjoying the alms of "God", the gift of fate is never free. Behind everything, the price has already been marked!"

The host's chest is turned towards the sky, and his arms are opened, as if to embrace the world.

"His only existence value now is as a prop, pleasing me, pleasing everyone, and dedicating everything to God. That is his greatest honor!"

"Actually, if it wasn't for the fact that the live broadcast of the show didn't allow it, I would have liked him to survive after the failure. After killing the most important person with his own hands, he discovered the power to change fate. In the years to come, they all sink into the deepest abyss."

"This is probably the biggest part of the fun in the game of teasing ants. Unfortunately, there are still audiences who cheat blatantly in front of them and are easy to be complained about."

...

On the other side, although the screen in the live broadcast room was already black, the discussion about this dagger became more heated.

Someone satirized, saying that this is the script arranged by the program group, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence? Some people also refuted that maybe this is fate, after all, Mr. Zhao was not the only one who won the red prop.

The only problem is that his props are more expensive and more powerful!

There is a rule of red props, if there is no price, most of the effects are relatively mediocre, the greater the price paid, the stronger the power of the prop.

If the most important person is really killed with his own hands, the power he can gain must be unimaginable.

Besides, more people are discussing how Zhao Cheng will choose after the next round of games starts.

Judging from the current situation, if he does not act, he will not see a way out. Only by killing him to gain strength, can he have the possibility of overturning everything.

The most important thing is that as long as you win and your wish is fulfilled, you can use your wish to resurrect people and have a perfect ending.

To do this, you only need to have a flexible moral bottom line.

For the audience, from the perspective of a bystander, making such a choice does not seem to be difficult.

Therefore, many people began to look forward to Zhao Cheng's last Jedi counterattack.

Stabbing the beloved to death with a dagger, carrying the beloved to fight, and turning the Jedi, such a plot is exciting to think about.

After all, for a long time, seeing Zhao Cheng still struggling without hope, many viewers unconsciously held back a trace of anger.

Many people even wished that Zhao Cheng would directly smash the entire game, smashing everything into pieces.

There are also very few people who think this choice is difficult. Indeed, it seems that as long as there are sacrifices, they can get the final happy ending, but if it is true love, how can they give up so easily, even if it is crowned for a better life? Grounds for a better future.

In addition, it is true that the props and the reputation of the program group do not seem to be deceiving, but what if something unexpected happens?

...

"Zhao Cheng, kill me when the time comes, won't your wish come true as long as you win the game?"

"At that time, I will be able to resurrect again."

"In this way, we can live together forever in the future."

"At that time, we will build a house by the sea and grow some flowers and plants. With your current strength, it is still very easy to fish by the sea. In addition to eating the fish, you can also sell the excess to exchange for some other supplies... ..."

Zhao Xiaoxiang sat cross-legged on the bed, looking forward to the future, describing the future, his eyes were full of light.

Zhao Cheng, on the other hand, sat on the ground casually, silent, his eyes dim.

For a person like him, happiness always seems to be very rare, even if there is a little bit, one has to do one's best for it, and even if one does one's best, happiness is fleeting.

Indeed, everything seems to be arranged by fate, as long as he gently stabs the dagger in his hand, future happiness will be within easy reach.

But the fate is arranged like this, is it really to see that, hello and me have a happy ending? !

In the dark, he felt a tightly wrapped, impenetrable net. It seemed that no matter how he struggled, he would be trapped in the net.

Furthermore, for the sake of the illusory, unknowable existence of the great happy ending, he killed his beloved with his own hands. No matter how many reasons there are, it still cannot change the fact that he killed his beloved with his own hands.

Once the heart is dirty, it can never go back.

...

"Zhao Cheng! Let go of yourself, let the shackles of the self, the Gestalt collapse, no doubt, you are restricting yourself, you should be a high king, why sink yourself into the mud?"

"When faced with a painful choice, you should not choose. At this time, the only correct way is to hold on to power and power, and then kill all the existences that dare to let you choose, whether it is gods, Buddhas or demons. ..."

"Have you seen this kind of power? This is the extraordinary power born after I and you are in the same frequency. I call it the natural disaster of whiteness. As long as you choose not to be human, we can embrace it and feel it. Everything in the world, even time and space, can only be destroyed in the face of such power."

Zhao Xiaoxiang's voice sounded again in the dream.

In a trance, Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand, but found that it was empty.

"Is it because you are not desperate enough?"

"It seems that this kind of power is indeed the destructive power born in the extreme despair."

"If you can't make it this week, you have to ask Zhao Cheng, what is this thing that has such a high affinity with me, if I can cultivate this power in the real world, wouldn't I be invincible? .”

"At that time, even if you suppress Zhao... forget it..."

The muttering voice became smaller and smaller, and Zhao Cheng naturally woke up.