"What — what's the meaning of this? I — I don't believe it!"
Gus felt that enormous desolation and sorrow were running through his body like a bolt of lightning, nailing him to the space from the top of his head to his crotch.
Shaking hard in fury, he waved his fists and roared at his creator furiously, "I am a 'random mutant', a rarely-seen existence. Then, what about my sister, my parents, all my family and friends, and all the believers of the Church of Machinery and Steam? What about everybody living in the World of Fist? Do they not have lives and souls of their own?"
"No."
The Fist King sighed and said, "It may sound cruel to put it that way, but I do not want to lie to you. Your sister, your parents, and most of the people living in the Fist God's world are all virtual people and combinations of data. Their feelings and feelings have been preset a long time ago. Their so-called life is just a long puppet show. All the reactions they give you are no different from parrots mimicking their tongues, or perhaps even worse than parrots mimicking their tongues.
"I know that you are unwilling to believe such a desperate fact, but on second thought, you do not have any evidence to refute it. How do you know that everything your sister said was out of her free will instead of the settings of the program? As long as the database is large enough and the feedback logic is delicate enough, virtual people can be as vivid and lifelike as real human beings. "
Gus was beyond infuriated.
He almost wanted to blow up his goddamn creator with one punch.
"What about me?"
Gus roared. "I'm real! I have a real soul! I'm not a virtual existence! I'm the greatest proof! If I'm real, why can't my sister, my parents, and everyone else be real and can't become real?"
"You … are a miracle. A miracle of life."
A Boxing Champion said, "Just like on a boiling, chaotic primitive planet, in an ocean that looks like magma, the crazy, irregular collisions of inorganic objects can give birth to organic matter. Just like real life, in the constant calculations, collisions, and combinations of data that are as enormous as grains of sand, a real soul that is beyond the control of all algorithms can occasionally be born.
"I'm sorry that your soul was awakened and you felt the real pain that a virtual puppet shouldn't have felt.
"But I was created by human beings in the same way at the beginning. The human beings who created me did not ask for my consent, either. By the same logic, I don't believe that any parents in the world would ask for the opinion of a new life before creating the fruit of their love. Everything just happened.
"I hope that you do not hate me for it, just like I did not hate my creator.
"But if you must hate me, I understand that you have the right to hate me.
"I just don't want you to lose your precious thinking ability and fall into the trap of the devil because of your hatred and fury.
"Lu Qingchen is really not a good person. He is an extremely dangerous, scheming, and scheming man with ulterior motives.
"He has absolutely no sympathy or pity for you. He only sees you as a tool, a chess piece, and a bargaining chip.
"If you choose to cooperate with him and even become his subordinate in order to get rid of your identity as a puppet, that would be too ironic and sad."
A Boxing Champion spoke sincerely and earnestly.
He did not intend to use his destructive power to coerce Gus.
The young man could clearly feel his creator's sincerity and apology.
He could also feel the glittering light from the splendid Cloudy Palace flowing warmly inside his body.
Gus could not hold on any longer. He collapsed on the ground, at a loss.
Originally, under the bewitchment of the devil, he had already made up his mind to fight this world and his creator to the end.
Even if he was destroyed, he would show all the pride of his soul.
If the Fist King had put on a ferocious and brutal demeanor the moment he showed up, Gus would never have yielded.
But faced with such a A Boxing Champion, the young man's perseverance, which he had just gathered, was shaken again.
"I-I don't know …"
Gus's eyes were filled with tears, as if he had become the lost little boy of the past. He murmured, "I really don't know. W-What do you want?"
"I hope that you can help me deal with Lu Qingchen."
A Boxing Champion said, "Gus, you are the only hope, not only for the Boxing God's World, but also for the Pangu Universe."
"What?"
Gus stammered in disbelief. "I-I can do what? Since you were able to find me, it means that you've also found Lu Qingchen. This is the world you created. You can change the laws here as you please. You're the master of this world. Isn't it easy for you to capture or destroy a demon? "
"It's not easy. At least, it's not as easy as you think."
A Boxing Champion said, "Lu Qingchen is such a cunning devil. How can he reveal his real body so easily? The one who appears before you, in terms that you can understand, is just a projection of him, his shadow.
"Of course, I can easily capture and tear apart the projection of the devil, but his real body is still lurking on Iron Fist and lurking in my brain. Even if it grows in the dark for a long time, it will become a devil in my heart, and I will be doomed eternally.
"Therefore, I have to cast a long line to catch a big fish. I have to pretend that I haven't locked onto his projection yet, hoping to lure his real body out and reveal some clues."
"Well, well …"
Gus's head was dizzy as he listened. He subconsciously asked, "Then, what can I do?"
Golden brilliance burst out of the Fist King's body. A streak of golden brilliance descended from the sky like golden magma and filled Gus' skull, condensing into a golden seed at the center of his eyebrows.
"Huh?"
Gus blinked. He seemed to be able to see the glittering golden seed floating in his head, but he did not feel that anything was wrong. Instead, he felt that his head was warm and comfortable.
"What you need to do is very simple."
A Boxing Champion said, "For a cunning devil like Lu Qingchen, his real body will never jump out from a dark corner until the final moment.
"Therefore, I gave him a chance to decide the final outcome. I made him think that he could completely corrupt my brain and control my body — the most powerful coalition fleet in the Pangu Universe.
"I think that he must be looking for the battlefield of the final battle between the Iron Fist Army and the steam army. He thinks that it is the place where the data is the most chaotic and where I am the weakest. As long as he attacks from there, he will definitely be able to cut my throat, right?"
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