End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"Sister Xinlan, what's your number?"

"616!"

"It sounds very auspicious. I am 049, a very common number. It seems to be changed."

"Xinxin, what about you?"

"233."

"Hey, I asked for your serial number, what kind of expression did you make?"

"233."

"forget it……"

"..."

Although he didn't understand why the main god wanted to hold a group arena, it was a big scene that included all reincarnated people, but Russell was very interested in it, and his heart that wanted to make trouble could not be calmed down, and no one could stop him.

Except for the number plate!

According to the regulations set by the main god in Duan Xinlan's memory, all the reincarnated contestants are anonymous, and the numbers on the number plates are their names on the ring.

Moreover, without a number plate, it is equivalent to having no admission ticket, and you can't find the door if you want to participate.

Russell wanted to compete for another reason besides doing business.

When everyone is fighting, but he is the only one who stands alone and stands aloof as a quiet and handsome man, it is too conspicuous.

Even if he uses the strategies taught by Mr. Tony to turn all three women in the room into nympho with negative IQ, he should still see it.

There can only be one way!

Russell squinted his eyes slightly. He didn't want to use telepathy on acquaintances and wantonly delete and modify memories, so...

Thinking about doing one thing, killing all three women, and taking their number plates to compete.

The possibility of success is very high. Unless the number plate has a face recognition function and requires him to wear women's clothes, no one will be able to save them.

Anyway, no one saw it, no evidence and no evidence, no one can falsely accuse him of killing flowers with his hands.

Just when Russell's thoughts diverged, Mu Xinxin pointed to Russell's feet: "Hey, whose number plate is this, Captain, is it yours?"

As she spoke, she stepped forward quickly, and after picking up the number plate, her mind was filled with question marks.

"Number Exclamation Point Aite Pound Sign Percent Mark Question Mark Question Mark Question Mark..."

The corners of Mu Xinxin's eyes twitched: "Captain, what kind of ghost number is this?"

"Let me see, let me see quickly."

Duan Xinlan and Guan Yin stepped forward, and saw two lines of garbled characters on the white sign that resembled an online banking shield.

【Name:? ? ? 】

【serial number:! @#%? ? ? 】

"What is this? Not only is the serial number garbled, but it doesn't even have a name."

"I know, the Lord God rolled the keyboard with his face."

"Captain, you are so pitiful, the Lord God thinks you are not worthy of having a name."

"..."

Facing 500 ducks croaking and croaking, Russell made a knife with his palms and cut each one headshot. He grabbed the number plate with his hand and said angrily, "Got it, that's why I threw it on the ground."

"understood!"

"Actually, if you don't need fists, we will understand."

"Shut up if you understand, otherwise, in the barren mountains and wild mountains, no one will know if you are buried."

Russell finished with a hum, his face remained calm, and he muttered in his heart the Lord God's intention to arrange for him to compete.

Next to it, Guan Yin took out the universal capsule, released the three-piece sofa set in the living room with a bang, and brought her own tea table and tea set. After sitting down, she skillfully brewed tea.

"Look, the No. 1 ring has already started."

"Other arenas have also started!"

"Are our numbers randomly selected, or ranked according to strength? Will numbers 1 to 4 be seed players, and everyone else will run with them?"

"It shouldn't be possible. I am 616 and you are 049. Even if there is a gap, it is impossible to have such a big gap."

"Sister Xinlan, give up, I have the bonus of the first machine, the difference in strength is so big."

"That's great, I'll kill you now."

"Oh, don't come here!"

"..."

Russell automatically blocked the quack quack, didn't bother to watch the goblins fight, and was still thinking about the main god's intentions.

Being able to return to the space of the main god means that one of the previous two guesses can be overturned.

If the main god was really afraid of his power and exiled him, he wouldn't be pulling him back.

It is conceivable that his strength affects the balance. The reincarnated people live in a world with him, and all the monsters are beaten by him, so it is completely impossible to measure the true level of others.

Not to mention, the possibility is very high, because he is too strong, so he was locked in a small dark room.

But if this is the case, it would be fine to just arrange a world, why bother to choose a real world?

Can't figure it out!

A long time ago, Russell knew that the Lord God knew his existence, and believed that the Lord God knew that he knew...

It's over, in short, both parties know each other's existence.

This can be seen from the two small copies of the Bronze God Tree and the Horror Cruise Ship.

Russell didn't quite understand why the main god could tolerate his existence. If he was the main god, a disruptor like this who repeatedly broke the balance would definitely be killed on the spot.

However, he didn't, and he was given a number plate, allowing him to participate in the group arena.

Of course, obliteration does not exist, but there is still targeting.

A good "Superwoman" was split into two pieces, and he would not want to be a scumbag, so he could only bear the infamy of a scumbag, which is the most powerful evidence.

The crime of the Lord God is so heinous that it is too numerous to write down!

Even if he is full of mouths, he can't justify it by saying Potian!

"He~~tui, Lord of Garbage, do you really think you can defeat me like this?"

Russell was disdainful, and whispered BB: "If you have the ability, then split it apart, split it into a hundred ships, and I won't even frown."

"Captain, what are you mumbling about?"

The two goblins were still fighting and rolled into a ball on the double seat. Mu Xinxin didn't want to be involved in the scuffle, so she came to Russell's side.

"It's nothing, I just think the number plate is too ridiculous and has been targeted."

Russell just opened his mouth to talk nonsense, not because he was bragging, just a mere Mu Xinxin, and he could fool her so much that he couldn't find the north by just talking about it.

Mu Xinxin just asked casually, and after hearing Russell's answer, she thought about it for a moment, and replied, "Maybe this is the difference in treatment. Captain, you are so strong, it is reasonable to have a special number."

"Well, the flattery is average and needs to be strengthened."

Russell nodded, secretly feeling sorry for Shen Menghan, the younger brother beside him can't speak flattery at all, what the captain did was really boring.

Unlike him, no matter in Hydra or Olympus, there are always a group of sycophants around him, which annoys him endlessly.

That is to say, everyone is an acquaintance, and Russell has no airs to treat him as a friend, otherwise people would have forked out the sycophants.

"..."

Mu Xinxin made fun of herself, rolled her beautiful eyes, and watched the battle on the big screen.

In the group arena, the criteria for judging defeat are death, abstention, and surrender. There is no time limit. The first batch of sixty-four reincarnations who start the battle are not equal in strength, and I am afraid they will fight for a long time.

"There are loopholes in the rules made by the Lord God..."

Russell frowned: "There is no time limit, which means that when the two of you are halfway through the fight, you can sit down and take a breather. You can even take a shower and change clothes, and sleep for three days and three nights."

"Uh, there shouldn't be such a stupid reincarnation?" Mu Xinxin whispered.

"Yes, for example, when we meet, I want to take a shower, change clothes, and take a nap, what can you do?"

"Well, I'm that stupid reincarnation."

Confused, Mu Xinxin gave up the idea of ​​chatting with Russell to pass the time, and concentrated on watching the group arena.

If you don't give up, it will hurt your body.

"Hey, you two, if you have time to tear your underwear, why don't you watch the match and treat it as gathering intelligence on your opponents. If you're lucky enough to meet one of them, you'll make money."

Russell couldn't bear to see two sand sculptures committing crimes, mainly because these two people were giving him problems, and then the scumbag's reputation would be worse than beasts, so he couldn't justify it.

"The picture is too small, and it's all a distant view, so I can't see it clearly."

Duan Xinlan let go of the strap in her hand, flicked it on Guan Yin's shoulder with a snap, tied up her messy long hair, and sat on the sofa and instantly transformed into Sister Gao Lengyu.

Very good at pretending!

"Indeed, it would be nice if the picture was enlarged."

Guan Yin said something to herself, pointed to the screen and said, "Look at the ring No. 15, there were constant explosions from the beginning, the fight must be very lively."

After the voice fell, the big screen jumped, and the No. 15 window named by Guan Yin was enlarged and occupied the full screen, and the numbers of the two contestants were also marked.

"Hey, you can still choose a channel, it's really like a monitoring room!"

Duan Xinlan gave it a try, and reported several ring numbers in succession, and the images on the screen switched instantly.

"Voice-activated, not at all compelling."

Russell found a strange slot, and Duan Xinlan and Guan Yin broke up again on the loveseat, this time because they were fighting for the remote control.

Duan Xinlan wanted to see the No. 9 ring, the two fighters faced each other, punching to the flesh, vomiting blood from time to time, it made people's blood boil.

On the fifteenth ring, the gunsmith and the mechanic fought against each other, hitting Guan Yin's hot spot, and refused to give up no matter what.

No way, let's decide the outcome!

Russell no longer thought about the main god's affairs, and decided to take a champion casually to see what the main god had planned.

Of course, he didn't pay attention to the screen. He watched the two goblins fight without squinting. They were notoriously unfeminine, otherwise they would definitely step forward to join the battle.

"Hey, it's my turn, the Lord God reminded me that I'm participating."

Hearing the voice of the main god in her mind, Guan Yin pushed away Duan Xinlan, who was domineering, and rushed to the wall behind with the number plate.

At the same time, an identification projection emerged on the smooth and clean white wall.

She swiped the number plate, and a light door opened automatically. According to the number on the door, it was ring number twenty-seven.

Russell silently remembered that he had always been a single-player player. Even if he was sent a random code number, he couldn't hear the prompt of the main god in his mind.

"Hurry up, ring 27, I want to see her get blown up."

"You are such a good teammate..."

Looking at the switching screens on the big screen, Mu Xinxin was speechless.

Russell sat firmly on the sofa, picked up a cup of tea, wanted to see how Guan Yin would perform, and thought about how this guy hadn't turned on the first machine, so he must be on the spot...

On the wall, the identification projection reappeared. Duan Xinlan and Mu Xinxin looked at each other and shook their heads together.

"Don't look, it's not me."

"It's not me, the Lord God didn't prompt."

"Nonsense, the Lord God reminded me to fight, you must not hear the notification sound, what kind of brain is this..."

Russell put down his teacup and shook his head again and again: "Oh, I'm worried for you!"

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