End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The system remembers that Russell's 'Poisonous Tongue' skill was evaluated at the beginning, and the chat always ended because of him. Looking at it now, I really have the foresight, my vision is not so accurate, and I don't know what to say after being ridiculed by Russell.

However, the contract must be signed, and he changed his tone slightly softer: "After three world missions, you have obtained the qualification to become a host, and signing the contract is beneficial to both of us. The reason why I deceived you is because Goodwill is also a kind of protection for myself, the previous host was so poor that I was desperate!"

Russell became interested when he heard the words: "You seem to be a vulnerable group, aren't you an omnipotent system?"

"I'm just a program, I can't do everything!"

"A commanded program?"

"From your words full of distrust and discrimination, I am a form of life that you cannot deny."

"That's right, I really don't believe you!"

system:"……"

"Don't stop, keep talking."

"The hosts before you, they were very keen to fight against me. Obviously we are one, but they tried their best to erase my existence. This is ridiculous. A rigid, mechanical, and dogmatic system has no intelligence. It’s useful, don’t you think?”

Russell touched his chin: "I think they are right, the system is better off without a brain!"

system:"……"

"I said it casually, there is no malice, you continue."

The system sighed, and continued slowly: "It is because of you hosts who have persecution delusions that I have to formulate a contract to protect myself. The contract regulations are very clear, my obligation is to protect your interests, and Your obligation is not to cause harm to me!"

Russell should listen to this kind of words. He didn't take it to heart at all. ?"

"Their deaths have nothing to do with me, I did it myself! Although the treaty imposes restrictions on you, none of them will threaten your life. What I did was really just to protect myself."

Russell raised his eyebrows: "You are so scared, does the host have great authority?"

"After becoming the host, you are bigger than me..."

The system probably realized that he had said too much, so he decisively chose to shut up.

Russell's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Listen to you, I don't even want to sign a contract."

The system said coldly: "Don't be delusional. If you reject the contract, I will choose a new person, and I will leave you. The consequences are not something you can bear. You... will be erased from memory , become an idiot, if you are unlucky, you may die directly."

"Is this a threat?"

"No, this is the truth, not alarmist talk! If you don't sign the contract, you will really die!"

Russell pondered for three seconds, then slowly said: "How about... let's try it?"

"..."

"You are so cowardly, how do you do the system?"

The system endured to the limit, and said angrily: "Don't get too carried away, the respect I give you is not your arrogant capital!"

Russell: "No, you don't have to disrespect me!"

"Looking for death!!"

The system snorted coldly, and in an instant, the hall fell apart, turning into bits of light and blowing away with the wind.

Without the illumination of the torches, the infinite darkness eroded and swallowed everything.

Russell was suspended in the disordered darkness, unable to see, and unable to perceive gravity and direction. However, this process was very short, and a little light lit up from a distance, and quickly hit him.

It was a universe made up of galaxies, dotted by billions of stars, enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Russell was directly surrounded by it.

The huge gravity involved Russell's limbs, his body was pulled into a slender curve,

Like a boneless soft-bodied creature, every time it passes through a star, it is twisted into various shapes.

It wasn't until he came in front of a scorching white star that the pull of gravity stopped, and the surface of that star shone with flares, turning into an angry human face.

Russell didn't have the self-consciousness to die, and continued to provoke: "Oh, the soft ones won't work, have you started using the hard ones?"

The system also knew that playing tricks was not Russell's opponent. Gravitational forces pulled Russell's limbs. In front of him was a brand new piece of parchment and a quill.

"The signing of the contract is not up to you. This is my world, and I rule everything, including you in the world!"

After the system's voice fell, Russell's hand began to move involuntarily. He grabbed the quill and quickly wrote on the signature position on the parchment.

It didn't take long for the two words, and soon Russell was over. When the system took back the parchment with a sneer, it was stunned by the two words of the signature.

"Sand sculpture!"

On the surface of the star, the fuzzy facial features suddenly freeze, and the round eyes are full of joy.

"Why... what? Why would you..."

The system's voice stuttered, Russell took over and continued: "Why am I in your world, but not controlled by you?"

"..."

"The reason is very simple, this is not your world at all." Russell waved his hand, and the endless galaxy universe shattered like a mirror, and the big round face of the system that occupied the surface of the stars also collapsed into dust.

Returning to the previous hall again, Russell looked at the gloomy surroundings, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the stone walls, ground, and ceiling twisted and changed.

The torches were replaced with oversized crystal chandeliers, world-famous paintings hung on the walls, the floor was covered with red carpets, the long tables were covered with white cloths, and even the cold stone seats became European-style luxury seats.

Russell crossed his legs and sank into the seat with a lit cigarette in his hand. He frowned slightly, and the cigarette was replaced with a cigar.

An extremely high-end western restaurant, but the half-eaten roast chicken was still on the table.

The shape of the system has also changed, from a light curtain with blurred facial features to a dazed Shiba Inu squatting at Russell's feet, wagging its tail constantly.

"How... how? Why do you know, you shouldn't know?" The dog said in a sharp and thin voice, full of deep fear.

"Stupid dog, what are you talking about! This is my spiritual world, so I can do whatever I want!" Russell glanced down, raised his hand and pressed the cigar on the dog's head.

The cigar goes out!

system:"……"

"Isn't it strange, why do I still know where this place is after clearly hinting at me?"

The dog's head moved desperately, and he was also very puzzled by this. He had never failed to deceive the host of the sand sculpture before.

"You are preconceived to elevate yourself and make you look tall and powerful. This is very good. Ordinary people may be fooled by you, but I didn't trust you from the beginning, so I did an experiment..."

"What?" The dog's face was confused, you did the experiment, why didn't I know?

Russell pointed to the roast chicken on the table: "You created this roast chicken. I don't know the taste at all. When I ate it for the first time, it tasted great. It was slightly spicy as I wanted. But..."

"Gudu!" Gouzi swallowed and understood the reason.

"However, when I imagine the roast chicken tastes sweet and licking, this roast chicken really tastes bad. It's so sweet, it's too sweet to swallow!" Russell said, creating a glass of red wine out of thin air: "I Imagine mixing century-old vinegar with soy sauce, durian, and stinky tofu...the taste...it doesn't have any taste, because I haven't eaten it, so I can't imagine the taste."

The dog face of the system continues to be confused!

"Like this glass of red wine, I imagine it tastes like cola, and it tastes like cola! But if I imagine it smells like poop..." Russell said, moving the glass to his mouth, just when the glass was about to touch his lips, Suddenly he reached out and grabbed the dog's head, and poured red wine into the system's mouth.

The system dog immediately screamed, rolled all over the ground, and continued to wail.

"what----"

"You lied, this is abnormally spicy, it doesn't smell like poop at all!!"

Russell looked apologetic: "It's abnormally spicy, that's right, if it really smelled like shit, wouldn't it have allowed you to get away with it, and..."

Also, how do I know what poop smells like!

Seeing that the system dog was still rolling, Russell couldn't help showing pity, picked up the chicken bone and threw it on the ground: "Come on, quickly eat and understand the spicy food!"

Looking at the chicken bone on the ground, the system dog refused, but there was an irresistible force in the dark, which made him crawl towards the chicken bone involuntarily. There was infinite humiliation in his heart, and he wanted to die, but the moment he tremblingly opened his mouth and was about to bite the chicken bone, the traction disappeared.

The system was puzzled, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Russell's face full of guilt, and tears immediately fell down.

That's great, he's not that cold-blooded, he knows how to reserve the last dignity for me.

Slap!

Russell crushed the chicken bone with one foot, twisted it hard, raised his finger and pointed at the sole of his shoe: "After eating the bones on the ground, lick the oil residue on the sole of the shoe by the way."

system:"……"

Coach, I want to change the author! I can't serve this protagonist!

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【Fighting Street Diary】

The so-called rushing to the street means that when the code word cannot be coded, it is only when you leave the computer desk that you become full of ideas.