My universe in a bottle

The major planets in the entire universe are in full swing, and each body begins to mutate and practice the immortal sect.

The old man glanced at the people on each planet, who were all studying the methods of cultivating immortals. He smiled kindly, "What a great way to revive the immortal methods. The bad guys want to destroy our foundation."

The old man's consciousness entered a certain space, and he sat tremblingly on the main seat, wearing reading glasses, a plaid coat, and flip-flops, "Call them all over."

"The hundred people?" came the voice.

"The first three are enough." The old man pushed up his black-rimmed glasses gracefully: "Only the first three, I have given them the qualification to live forever in this artificial universe, and they are qualified to see me."

The top 100 people on the Universe Ranking are almost absolutely strong.

They represent the strongest, invincible, and ultimate power of the entire civilization, and are the "ultimate force" for launching civilized wars externally.

As for the hundred of them, almost no one has seen them on weekdays.

It is extremely mysterious, and the active force is always the 101-10,000 Sky Heritage Mechas.

Because they are almost asleep, as mortals need to sleep and hibernate for a long time to fight against aging.

They are the elite in the entire history of the universe.

The domineering and powerful commander-in-chief, the interstellar criminals who once ran rampant in the universe, and even the super hacker who tried to hack into the data of the second universe developed a new type of sky-level scientific research mad professor.

But even so, these one hundred people have changed their seats tens of thousands of times over the long years.

Time is the cruelest weapon.

Time is too cruel to them.

Even in deep sleep, the average lifespan of their Committee of One Hundred is less than a million years before there is a change of leadership.

For the entire history of the evolution of the universe, one million years is just a wave.

Everyone thinks that the age of dinosaurs was very close to the earth. In fact, it was 66 million years of distant prehistory, which is equivalent to the 66th iteration here.

Even the earth's scale measured in billions of years is so short, let alone the entire universe?

but.

The first three people in the Council of One Hundred are the most terrifying existences in the entire universe. They have been given the right to live forever in this universe.

For the sake of eternal life, the Council of Hundreds will have a ranking competition every thousand years to compete for the top three spots.

Their three codenames are:

Wisdom, courage, balance.

Countless people compete for the championship, runner-up, third runner-up, and three seats.

As time flies and histories overlap, gradually the existence of the first three councils has turned into the existence of the permanent council.

And starting from a certain period, no one can defeat the three of them and drag them down to this level, and even the rankings will no longer change.

Wow!

The top three appear directly in front of you.

"They're all here." The old man put down the newspaper in his hand.

The true face of wisdom, courage, and balance also appears before your eyes.

A tall, burly man, a petite little girl, and a sexy hottie dressed in fancy clothes.

"You won't stop it?" came the hot girl's voice.

"How can I stop it? I can't find the other party's location."

The old man smiled and said: "The parameters of this universe are absolute and perfectly match the entire real universe. In the real material universe, are there any unreasonable things that monitor the entire universe? There are no such things in reality, so it cannot happen here."

"When something appears that violates the underlying logic and material rules of the universe, this is no longer an artificial universe, but a false fantasy toy."

"This is reality, and it can only be reality." The old man said softly.

"I take it you didn't want to monitor me in the first place, right?"

The tall figure symbolizing wisdom was a little helpless, "To you, who would have nothing to do to monitor the ant nest in their own garden?"

To this old man, this universe, and even all the people of this era, are just his own garden.

If the garden is broken, just rebuild it.

It's not a big deal.

Over the long years, this old man has long since stopped caring about many things, and there is no anger, sadness or joy about the things in front of him.

The three people in front of them even suspected that the other party was indifferent and lofty in nature and did not regard the other party as an enemy.

Even if he really destroyed his home, he would just look at the ruins with cold eyes.

Then communicate with new friends.

Who would have a bad relationship because the same great being came and damaged their own little toy?

certainly.

The premise is that the identity of the guest is equal to him.

Not some ridiculous liar.

From beginning to end, this one didn't take the invasion in front of him seriously.

The old man stood up tremblingly, "Let's talk, you make your own decisions."

The three of them were silent for a while.

Suddenly, the tall and burly man said: "I request that the upper limit of this universe be opened, and the god level be raised."

The old man glanced at them: "Okay."

After that, he turned and left.

The three of them were shocked.

finally

Are you willing to give it up?

"Hahahaha, it's our turn! Even in the artificial universe, we can feel good!" The hot girl laughed.

The little girl's voice came with sarcasm: "The common people are indifferent, watching the entire Council of Hundreds, how to face this disaster? And the common people have never thought that God is also indifferent, watching the entire civilization being invaded with a cold eye."

This is quite ironic.

You are a traitor at the bottom, and you want to see how the heroes of the rulers fight back.

But my senior management doesn’t want to fight back and be the hero.

pass the buck.

Everyone is messed up.

What can you do? Do you think the Council of 100 will definitely resist?

Another sarcastic voice came: "Those people are so self-righteous! Who do they think they are? They want to see us take action, do you think we will definitely take action to protect them?"

The tall and burly man smiled and adjusted his golden oily middle-parted hairstyle: "It's really sad. It's sad that they always think about some messy things. They are so self-righteous."

The so-called passion, fighting, fighting for the entire people.

They had too.

But it just happened.

"Why don't we just let it go and see how it develops? The Black Star Emperor is also quite fun." The hot girl smiled like a fun-loving person, "This little bug is very handsome, I was fascinated by it, and it made me I also want to be of this race.”

They also saw through the structure of the extraordinary system and Black Star's lies at a glance.

The people at the bottom of the technological system are at least evenly distributed. Social welfare is very high. Every person who earns money from working can basically buy advanced genetic longevity medicines.

Those at the top are mortals, and so are the bottom.

At the very least, everyone is basically equal in the face of death.

When a mortal is angry, no matter how many bodyguards the chaebol has, there is still a chance that blood will be spilled on the spot.

At least it's relatively fair.

And what about that civilization?

Even the equality of death has been deprived of life.

The absolute superiority of the strong individual will inevitably give birth to slavery.

This is not something that the emperors, heroes, or great men of any era can change. It is the underlying logic of the civilized system.

The reason is very straightforward:

Why should I, an ancient being who is hundreds of thousands of years old, be fair to an ant who can only live for a few hundred years and an ant who dies of old age with his eyes open and closed?

The man smiled and said: "What's the use of having a long lifespan and high combat power? It will inevitably breed a group of old turtles that live too long. It is a garbage civilization with endless decay."

"Stop making trouble, what are we going to do next?" The hot girl touched her nose, "I don't want to worry about it anyway, let's let those 97 losers take action, right?"

"This isn't fun."

"Don't the people of the world want to see the council? We won't show it to them. No one in the council is allowed to take action. Then we can break through to God ourselves."

"After the breakthrough, we will secretly tease our little toy."