Gus bit down hard on his lips.
But it was hard for him to stop his legs from trembling, and he could not control the urge to pee that was surging like a tidal wave.
No matter how many bad things Lu Qingchen had said about A Boxing Champion to him, how many truths of this world had been revealed, and how much anger and hatred had arisen in him …
In front of the creator of this world, the legendary "God of Creation", this teenage boy still couldn't control his urge to cry out loud and prostrate himself in worship.
He could only recall Lu Qingchen's words again and again.
He recalled that devil's cheeky and fearless appearance.
He recalled his father's tragic death, his mother's depression, and the ridicule, ridicule, and humiliation he had suffered since he was young because his body was weak and unsuitable for practicing the Way of the Iron Fist.
If A Boxing Champion was really the God of Creation, who had created and controlled everything …
Then, the death of his father and mother, his own tragedy, and his sister's fall into the Way of the Steam were all arranged by A Boxing Champion.
A Boxing Champion was the culprit.
What right did he have to play the devil in front of him and pretend to be so glorious and sanctimonious?
With this thought in mind, the young man used his rising anger and growing hatred to condense bones and armor to help him hold his head high and glare in front of the legendary "god."
"If Lu Qingchen is right …"
Gus thought to himself, "Then, the so-called A Boxing Champion is nothing more than a dull robot. Under his iron shell, there is a bunch of messy data. What's the difference between him and me, my sister, my parents, and everyone in the God of Boxing's world?
"We are all a tangle of data and information. What right does A Boxing Champion have to enjoy our worship and decide our life and death? Why? It doesn't make sense! "
Gus took a deep breath and suddenly found that his legs were no longer trembling, and the urge to pee had disappeared.
A miracle! This young man, who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken, was actually able to stand in front of the God of Creation and roar at the God of Creation, "I am not your child! I am the son of the strongest warrior in the Pure Gold Town, Glenn! Are you A Boxing Champion? Since you can lock onto me, it means that you have discovered the existence of demons. What are you waiting for? Destroy us — just like how you destroyed thousands of worlds! "
The young man was facing a magnificent and towering giant who seemed to have never thought that the young man would have such determination and courage.
A Boxing Champion was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he lowered his body and crouched down in front of the youth.
"You're completely wrong, my child. Don't believe Lu Qingchen's lies. In the higher dimensions of the universe, he has always been known for his flowery words and his ability to bewitch people. Countless people have died tragically because of his lies, unable to awaken even after death."
A Boxing Champion said gently and sincerely, "No matter what he said to you, he was just deceiving and using you. Even if he told you part of the truth, he would tear the truth into pieces and re-edit it to make it look like what he wants. In the end, when you wake up and realize that you're just a chess piece for him to play with, when you've been ruthlessly betrayed by him, how can you turn back?"
Gus was stunned.
It was not that he completely believed A Boxing Champion's words.
It was just that he did not expect the legendary "Boxing God," who could destroy the world with a single anger, to have such a gentle attitude.
To A Boxing Champion, Gus was just a string of data, a speck of dust, an ant.
A Boxing Champion could turn the young man into ashes with a sneeze.
There was no need for him to explain everything to Gus, let alone put on such a gentle attitude, even if it was just a pretense.
But he just had to put on a sincere and compassionate look. He did not seem like an unattainable God of Creation. Instead, he seemed like a very reliable uncle next door.
Facing A Boxing Champion like this, Gus was once again perplexed. His lips trembled, but he did not know how to express his confusion.
"Don't worry, my child. I know that you must have a lot of questions in your heart."
A Boxing Champion said, "This is a special space that I created. Lu Qingchen cannot detect the existence of this place, nor does he know that I am communicating with you point-to-point. If you have any questions, I will tell you everything I know."
The young man was silent for a long time.
He was still unwilling to give up such a good opportunity.
"I want to know the truth of this world!"
Gus looked at the magnificent super giant before him and shouted, "The devil said that you created countless virtual worlds, including the Boxing God's World, just to train yourself and extract the 'humanity' in them. When your purpose is accomplished, you will destroy those worlds and abandon us like the dregs that have been squeezed dry. Is that true?"
"Yes, and no."
A Boxing Champion sighed and said, "That is the most brilliant and dangerous part of Lu Qingchen. He always says half of the truth and half of the lies, sometimes even 90% of the truth and 10% of the lies. It is very difficult for me to defend myself.
"My child, I know that this demon has been corrupting your heart for a very long time. Therefore, you may have great hatred and prejudice against the world around you and even me. No matter what I say, you will not believe me.
"But I'm still trying to explain for myself. If you draw a picture on the beach, write a poem on a book, carve some dolls out of wood, name the dolls, give them certain rules, and play all kinds of games with them, there is no moral problem, and you are not an unpardonable devil, are you?"
Gus was dazed for a moment, but he did not argue.
"When you're tired of it, or you have other things to do, you've wiped away the paintings on the beach, blotted out the poems written in the books, dismantled the dolls and turned them into brand-new toys that are beyond recognition, 'destroying' the world that didn't exist in the first place. What does that prove? That you're a hypocrite and a great demon with evil intentions?"
A Boxing Champion said, "Gus, I don't believe that you didn't do similar things when you were a child. You didn't crumble your own pictures or throw away the toys that you ruined."
"How — how is that the same?"
Gus was dazed for a long time. Then he shouted angrily, "The graffiti of children and the dolls made of wood do not have souls, but we do. Me, my sister, my parents, and the people living in the World of Boxing God and other virtual worlds all have souls. We are living creatures. How can you compare us to graffiti, dolls, and stories?"
"No, you don't. Or rather, most of the 'people' among you do not have lives or souls."
A Boxing Champion said, somewhat sorrowfully, "I know that it will be hard for you to accept, but I have to tell you that in countless virtual worlds, 99.9999% of the virtual people are boring programs that can be seen through easily. Their emotions are just permutations randomly selected from the database. They are predestined before they are 'born'.
"Individuals like you who can undergo 'random mutations' are few and far between. They're as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns."
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