The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

"Why are they allowed to record me?"

Face this problem.

Oljuga brushed his face with one hand, and shrugged his shoulders with a smile that didn't matter, and then replied unhurriedly:

"First of all, the matter itself has nothing to do with disrespect or not."

"In my heart, only existences equal to or close to me are qualified to make me care about their true attitude."

"The other guys?"

"I have an indifferent view of their love, love, fear, resentment, contempt..."

"This point has never changed since I was born."

"As for, why don't I stop those guys from recording their behavior?"

"The reason is also very simple."

"For me, that in itself is an unnecessary thing."

"If you say that the information you carry is just a trivial candlelight, it's just that it may be observed by some different time and space existence in the case of causality."

"Then myself, whether I like it or not, I will be a large information point that automatically affects all the time and space around me. It is always automatically spreading my own influence, so that countless lives in different time and space will be affected by various factors. Under the influence, some of my information was observed in a completely different way."

"Just like when a whale lives in the ocean, whether it wants to or not, its existence and itself will automatically affect the surrounding microorganisms, thus evolving a small ecological chain centered on it."

"After all, my size is there."

"Even if I didn't make any actions, the space-time itself would still voluntarily succumb to my will and strength."

"Furthermore, my information can be circulated and disseminated in more time and space, no matter what form it is, it is a beneficial thing for me in itself."

"Therefore, their smooth circulation will also have my intention to contribute to the flames to a certain extent."

"For example: When individuals who are in a distant time and space, without special treatment, suddenly know my name or my existence, they will often follow as if they have constructed a special ritual in their hearts. Karma and other factors naturally have some hidden connections with me, just like those believers who chant the name of my god."

"In this regard, it can only be said that although the two are different, they generally have similar meanings."

"In short, it means [the one who knows my name and the one who knows my existence, my eyes and will will be with him.]."

"When the connection is formally established, my power will automatically follow that as the coordinate, subtly affecting the space-time interior, bringing all kinds of hiddenness to their world or region. Sexual influence."

"As for the impact?"

"It depends mainly on luck."

"If it is my [God of Knowledge-priesthood] playing a role, then they may welcome the information explosion, which will usher in an increase in technology and technology. If it is my [God of Pain-priesthood] playing Role, then the situation they are facing may be that natural and man-made disasters occur frequently, but they are barely lingering. If my [God of Dispute-the priesthood] played a role, then the whole world is due to internal or external disturbances. Complete destruction is also very normal..."

"So, why does the god who lifts above the clouds care about the peep of the ants? Why does the giant taller than the sky care about the eyes of the mosquitoes at his feet?"

"I don't need to care about their thoughts and opinions. What will happen to them is just irrelevant to me."

Following Olga's tone calm, there was no wave of narration.

this moment.

Hou Hou clearly felt once again, the feeling of indifference to everything in the world in the other party's heart.

It doesn’t care whether others respect him or not.

It's as if the gods ignore the dust of the world.

All beings are like ants, to me, they are just playthings, which can be destroyed by covering their hands. No need to care or care.

This kind of boldness can be said to be arrogant, or it can be said to be the absolute self-confidence that comes from strength.

Let Houhou instinct, feel a sense of awe from the heart.

She knew that in her entire life, she might not be able to achieve this mentality even after exhausting everything...

But driven by loyalty, after hesitating for a while, she said: "Even so, my lord, if some enemies know the information recorded in those books, I will wait..."

Regarding her concern, Olga just shook his head calmly and denied:

"It's okay, just a novel, how many things can it record?"

"An ordinary human's day and time, if you use words to record all the details, you have to use millions of words, and the various information generated in my instant is more than that? "

"Plus the different effects of time flow rate and various other factors..."

"The level of information that observers can observe is always the one-sided and meaningless part, and there is no need to care about anything at all..."

"For example, what I said before may appear as a completely different meaning of information in their observations, and after a second paraphrase based on their own writing skills, the actual meaning and results may change again. It's plausible..."

"So, their existence, from the very beginning, is not a threat to me at all..."

After all, Olga stretched out his left hand and grabbed it.

Somewhere in time and space far away.

There was a fat boy who was writing a novel in disarray in front of his computer and thinking about writing these words before going out to have a barbecue.

suddenly.

He saw the computer screen in front of him, and there seemed to be waves of translucent ripples that looked like ripples in the water...

The next moment.

Before he rubbed his eyes, he reconfirmed whether he was dazzled.

A hand was stretched out from it, and he pinched his neck.

"Grass……"

this moment.

He just coded to a certain plot.

There is no need to say anything, and you will immediately understand what happened.

After that, he was grabbed by his neck and grabbed into the computer like a chick.

Shortly after.

Orlega also casually showed the human in his hands to Houhou.

"Look, this is one of my authors, and it seems to be a fat house."

"Let me take a look... Is this guy getting more than 500 words every day?"

"Is it disabled??"

After speaking, Olga squeezed him to death with a look of disgust, and threw it aside.

Then he stretched out his hand again.

In the same time and space before, in a different room.

A guy who was lying on the bed in his room looking at his mobile phone, facing the unupdated novel in the APP software, was habitually complaining in his heart:

‘What time is this? ’

‘Trash author, don’t update yet? ’

"Shit..."

The next moment.

He hasn't waited for him to vent his thoughts.

A hand stretched out from the phone screen in front of him.

"???"

Then, he squeezed his neck and grabbed him in like a chicken...

After that short time and space shuttle.

Facing the fact that he was already in another world, he hadn't waited for him to react to what had happened.

Suddenly heard a word.

"Look, this is one of my readers..."

Then, there is nothing then.

His treatment is no different from the former.

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