Superpower War: My Seven Billion Eyes Monitor The World

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Real acting skills.

The drizzle must be silent, gentle and natural.

Let the audience be fascinated and the performers intoxicated.

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"Hahahaha..."

‘Luo Yan’ was intoxicated by the rain, hugging the sky and laughing wildly.

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[Actor]: "Hahahaha..."

In the Great Network of Consciousness.

[Actor] laughed wildly, [Clown], [Doctor], [Doctor], and [Audience] remained silent.

They couldn't read the laugh.

sad?

anger?

ecstasy?

don't know.

The people closest to me can’t read it.

Even [the actor] himself doesn’t understand.

[Actor]: "Why did you kill her?"

[Actor] stopped laughing and roared ferociously in the great consciousness network.

Strong emotions set off strong winds and waves in the sea of ​​consciousness. All human beings with sequence powers were mentally shocked and forcibly disconnected from the network of consciousness.

Faced with [Actor]'s roaring questions, [Clown], [Doctor], [Doctor], and [Audience] remained silent.

A good while.

A void and empty voice rang out from the Great Consciousness Network.

[Director]: "This is the ending she chose."

"The script was already written from the moment she decided to put that ring on."

"She doesn't like your script."

Every word is precious, murderous and heart-breaking.

The voice of [Actor] rising in anger rang out from the Great Consciousness Network, crackling like an old gray TV set.

[Director]: "Besides, after she dies."

"Isn't Xia Long just under your control?"

"Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

There is a strong sense of jurisdiction among the centers, and they generally do not think about coexistence.

Unless the relationship between the two is really good, very good, and it would be great to sleep together.

[Actor]: "Hehehe..."

There was no retort in the unbridled laughter.

The ultimate drama, the ultimate madness.

"I will definitely find you!"

[Actor] quit the Great Consciousness Network in anger.

On April 1, 2089, [Actor] and [Director] were at odds due to the death of [Writer], and cracks appeared in their relationship.

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"It's so dirty!" The white paper not far away looked at the proud look of 'Luo Yan' and roared in a low voice with a ferocious expression.

"Old man, frame it for me!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

"Get the wedge back!"

The white paper channeled Qiu Hong and asked him to activate his special power - [Space-time Frame] for her.

In layman's terms, [Last Frame] is equivalent to [Archive] in the game, and its counterpart is [End Frame]/[Load File].

The current state can be saved in the previous frame. No matter what happens in the next period of time, even if it is death, it will return to the state of the previous frame when the frame is closed.

Qiu Hong, who was far away at the company headquarters, was silent for a while and said: "Come on, ten minutes."

When the frame is closed, the caster Qiu Hong will lose a lifespan of a thousand times the time difference, which is ten thousand minutes.

After saying that, Qiu Hong disconnected the connection from the consciousness network and came to the high-rise window as usual, looking down at the mob below that was like a pot of worms.

He once again thought of what his father said to him, and the word [expletive] written in the void.

"How do humans make a comeback?"

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"The heart's guts?"

"No, dirty dirty."

The girl's sincere and passionate feelings were taken advantage of.

"Bastard!" Bai Zhi stared at 'Luo Yan', and dragon scales, dragon bones, and tail slowly grew out of his body. His arms clenched into fists, making a dull and hoarse crunching sound.

【Self-discipline·Max】

The whole body attributes are increased to the current maximum value.

"Boom!"

The white paper rushed towards 'Luo Yan' like a cannonball.

In response, 'Luo Yan' just turned around and smiled contemptuously.

A terrifying coercion struck from high altitude.

"Whoop!"

Eve roared and drank the white paper.

"Eve..." Bai Zhi stared blankly at the giant dragon high in the sky.

Five hundred million equivalent dependents, the power that originally belonged to God, now belongs to the wedge holder.

"Can't beat..."

A thought crazily occupied my heart.

No matter how much humans transform into dragons, they can never be stronger than a real dragon.

"Wow."

‘Luo Yan’ shrugged proudly and spread his hands, smiling contemptuously. SS+ level superpowers were like ants in his eyes.

"boom!"

Eve swung her huge dragon claws and blew the white paper and all the surrounding tall buildings hundreds of meters away. It was as easy as an adult human picking up a brick and throwing it out.

"Boom!"

Thousands of thunders descended, knocking down [Sister] who was aiming her bow at him from a distance, and destroyed all the dying creatures.

On the ground in Yandu, only 'Luo Yan' was left standing.

"Is this the power of the wedge, hehehe..."

‘Luo Yan’ stroked the back of his neck with a happy expression, enjoying the fruits of victory.

Just when he thought he was the final winner.

The wedge suddenly became hot, and the [roots] climbed and spread around his body.

‘Luo Yan’ frowned, a little frightened.

[Wedge] leaves the center and enters another person's body for the first time. No one knows what will happen, not even the [actor], not even the [director] or even the [mastermind].

A territory unknown to all.

The blue-black [roots] gradually crawled all over 'Luo Yan''s body, and a strange warm current surged through him, making him feel numb and hot quickly. He stared at his body, filled with a bad premonition, and moved back with a look of horror on his face. .

"Thump thump thump thump!"

In an instant.

The observer's shackles were all broken, and he instantly soared from B level to SSS level.

Countless surveillance footage and ancient memories flooded into my mind, like water from the Pacific Ocean poured into a glass.

It's going to crack, it's going to explode!

"Uh-huh——"

‘Luo Yan’ covered his head in pain, and then his body mutated violently.

Hair grows longer.

Adam's apple disappears.

Breast development.

Lower body replacement.

All male traits disappear and become female traits. The skin becomes white, soft and soft, and can be broken by blows.

"Uh-huh——"

Another consciousness violently hit my mind, 'Luo Yan' was squeezed out.

Three minutes later.

"call..."

Luo Yan completely transformed into a beautiful woman and let out a long sigh of relief.

She is tall and has an indifferent face. She has the face of a Mu Yingtong, but she has a temperament similar to that of the woman in white uniform.

She walked over to the [Writer's] body.

Pick up the pen stained with Hongye's blood on the ground.

Pick out the pen.

Twist out half of the lipstick.

Gently apply it to your lips and touch up your makeup with a smile.

A true woman should always remain elegant, decent and confident.

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I don’t know how much time has passed.

The rain stopped, Eve dispersed, and Yandu was empty.

Luo Yan woke up with a sharp pain in his head. The wedge on the back of his neck had exhausted its energy and turned into a bud, falling into temporary dormancy.

It was as if he had a nightmare, his breathing was uneven, and his vision was hazy.

Until I saw the body of [Writer] not far away, a burst of sadness came to my heart again.

Then an explosion of memories poured into his mind. He saw a lot, including a cold smile, a cold woman who looked like Yingtong, and... a blue butterfly.

"Uh-huh——"

He once again grabbed his head with his hands and hit the ground, trying to escape this nightmare.

But this time.

No one is invading his consciousness anymore, it's time to face reality.

"answer!"

On impact.

A diary fell from my arms.

"Huh..." Seeing this diary, Luo Yan seemed to finally regain some sense and panted slightly.

Quickly press the diary password "777".

The diary has a two-layer structure. The surface layer is about Yingtong and his experiences, and the inner layer is about the secrets of other centers, including details of powers and behavioral habits.

[Actor] is missing a page, and [Director] information is basically blank.

The last page of the diary only read: "Hide it, big bad guy."

Luo Yan's eyes turned red again and his breathing was shaky.

It turned out that she had known everything for a long time, but she had been keeping it secret for him...

After reading the diary and combining it with the extra memories, he was convinced of one thing.

There are three murderers in Yingtong's death!

I am just the stupidest chess piece...

He buried his head, gritted his teeth viciously, clenched his fists tremblingly, and drew several lines of blood on the ground. He had never resented himself for being weak so much.

Completely free from grief and anger.

After that, a strange phenomenon occurred all over Blue Star.

Major core cities with a population of tens of millions include Jingping City in Xia Long, Mos City in Yingli, Disibog in Dahuang, Ailina Tower in Xizhou, and Dongjing City in Yinghai.

There are more than 10,000 screens in total, large and small.

They were all controlled by an ID named [Observer], leaving behind a line of Xia Long words that seemed like a declaration of war.

【I will definitely find you】

A total of hundreds of millions of people looked up at these words with rich expressions. In addition to being shocked, major news reporters took out their mobile phones to take pictures, for fear of missing the explosive scene.

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Yandu, underground air raid shelter.

After the riot, the place was a mess.

A figure sat on the ground and finally finished the blue ice cone in his hand. He looked up and saw the electronic screen displaying the words left by the observer.

He was slightly surprised, then expressionlessly handed the empty cone cup aside.

"Um?"

The little girl Jiang Jiang, who was huddled in the corner, looked a little confused when she saw a full cup of blue ice cone suddenly appeared next to her, but the panic in her heart eased a lot.

No little girl can resist Lan Bingbing!

But when she looked in the direction where the cone was handed to her, she was stunned and saw no one.

There is only one blue butterfly.

dance to tune.

(End of Writer's Volume)