Of course, Ying Zheng also had his own suspicions. If their bottom line was truly crossed, the world might collapse in an instant...
Rick remained silent, staring blankly as Tu Shan Honghong disappeared into the starry sky of the storyline. Even now, recalling the previous scenes, his heart still pounded, unable to find peace. Looking upstream on the River of Destiny, one could see the world's past; looking downstream, one could see the future…
Every drop of water in the river of destiny contains boundless information.
"...Perhaps that's the perspective of the gods? No, perhaps even the gods can't do that."
Rick clenched his fists. He instantly realized that if gods could easily know the past and future, why would they have fought for such a long time in his world, almost causing the entire world to collapse?
In other words... Rick silently looked at Su Han, who was shrouded in mist. This was an existence far superior to the gods of his world...
After a long silence, Rick bowed slightly to Su Han and said sincerely, "Your Excellency Speaker, please allow me to offer you my highest respect."
"But...please allow me to express my apologies to you! Although I am deeply grateful for your kindness in allowing me to join this world of wonders and even gain the right to glimpse the past and future, I cannot offer any reward that would meet your expectations. I am merely a weak human being..."
Rick spoke frankly. He had long since accepted the fragility of humanity, so even if he felt a hidden resentment, he could suppress it... It was precisely because he was too weak that even when opportunities presented themselves, he was unable to seize them.
Su Han stared quietly at Rick and spoke, his voice as indifferent and calm as ever.
"It's alright, you can make up for what you owe today in the future."
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 463 Gathering Stars of the Game Life Plot
Rick paused, and after careful consideration, he made up his mind and bowed again, "Then, I'll leave it to you."
Su Han didn't reply; instead, he lightly tapped his finger on the armrest. The misty space trembled slightly, but this time it didn't reveal the River of Destiny; instead, it displayed endless illusions of reality.
The story begins in a peaceful world where two children of different races are playing chess. After winning, the little boy begins to tell a story that has not been recorded.
Rick's pupils suddenly contracted, his expression blank, he opened his mouth, but finally swallowed hard.
Does such a calm and peaceful world exist on the continent? And those two children, aren't they human?
As the story unfolds, Rick soon realizes that the boy is telling a story from six thousand years ago...
At that moment, it was as if a hammer had struck his head, completely throwing Rick's thoughts into chaos.
Soon, the plot got back on track.
This is a continent perpetually embroiled in war, home to countless powerful races, each ruled by their own deities, waging conflict. Elves perish, some even transforming into black ash possessing immense destructive power… and humanity struggles to survive amidst this chaos.
Rick appeared quickly. First, there was his childhood encounter with the machine gunners. Then time flew by, quickly moving to his adulthood, where he led two subordinates on a reconnaissance mission, only to encounter a powerful enemy race.
In order to continue, Rick was forced to order his men to their deaths, all for the sake of ensuring the survival of more people.
"...This kind of thing." Whitebeard's expression was deep. He had gradually come to understand the background of this world, and his mood became heavy at this moment.
While the world of One Piece certainly has fish-men and giants, these races all acknowledge their human identity...
In this situation, suddenly seeing another world, where other races similar to humans are not actually human... and in that world, humans are nothing more than the most insignificant ants, who would face annihilation even if exposed...
Even though Whitebeard had been through a lot, he could not remain calm at this moment.
"You bastard." The Drunken Sword Immortal stared intently at the screen, almost squeezing out these words through clenched teeth, his expression extremely gloomy.
To him, those non-human races were nothing but demons and monsters! How could humanity be driven to such a state by demons and monsters? What a humiliation!
In fact, other human beings, such as Conan and Madara Uchiha, also looked quite unwell.
The illusion of reality gradually unfolds. In the scene, after returning to the settlement, Rick repeatedly asks himself: What is the meaning of human life? To kill 999 people for 1001 people, until the very last one is sacrificed…
Everything is meaningless; humanity is merely clinging to life under these circumstances.
Confusion, despair... and a sense of oppression. This is a true reflection of the human condition in this era!
After another outing, Riku encountered the machine armored creature that held immense significance for him... Schwi.
As the plot deepened, the Sword Immortal, who had initially complained from time to time, gradually quieted down and became completely absorbed.
Aizen's gaze was deep as he stared intently at the realistic illusions around him, trying his best to gather information from them.
Shubi's journey of self-discovery, the secret explosion of the goblin marrow, and even Riku's true understanding and establishment of the purpose of this war—he created the Ghost Organization—and painstakingly used stratagems to gradually push the war towards its end…
The illusions flowed endlessly, reaching a fever pitch. Even at the climax, the council members instinctively held their breath.
In the end, the machine armored soldiers risked everything, challenging the strongest war god, Artoch. And Riku, having won the gamble, finally saw the Star Grail appear before his eyes…
However, he couldn't lift it up.
He was covered in wounds and was even on the verge of death.
Next came the appearance of Tet, the god of games. This god, Tet, lifted the Star Cup, rewrote the rules of the game, and thus ushered in a new era.
And that god of games was the little boy who told that little girl the story six thousand years later.
The illusion slowly dissipated, and the Hall of Mist fell into a deathly silence.
The council members looked at each other, their feelings beyond words.
Madara Uchiha's lips twitched, but before he could say anything, another deafening roar rang out, and the River of Destiny appeared.
"What's going on?!" Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression changed drastically. Whitebeard remained outwardly calm, but he also subconsciously gripped the armrest tightly.
This time, the River of Destiny presents the story of emptiness and white six thousand years later.