Something's wrong with my undead

The reason why soul beasts are rare is that they are too weak and their ornamental value is far greater than their actual combat value.

Players catch soul beasts out of self-challenge, desire to collect, and the desire to win because of their beauty.

Then, relying on the training system given to hunters by the system to train them up and fight together, that is a compromise made for the sake of gameplay.

However, some players have put forward a point of view on the forum:

A naturally weak and abnormal soul beast baby encounters a system sent from heaven and then upgrades all the way. I think this is quite reasonable?

Indeed, it makes much more sense when you think about it this way.

But these soul beasts in front of them have no chance of “not bullying the young and poor”.

They were attacked by the boss in the novice village and strangled in the cradle.

At the same time, although Da Huang didn't understand why, he still transformed and carried the four people in, broke through the dome and flew away.

Almost at the moment he took off, a deafening roar came from Mount Putuo below.

The mountain spirit Saksu turned over angrily, and many of Venus' buildings were rolled under him like biscuits and crushed into powder in an instant.

Everyone was stunned.

Teacher Xia: "No, my Sa, what did you do?"

Mr. Sa sighed. He was still immersed in the pain of losing his son which had been multiplied N times.

"Well, you know there are two soul beasts in this mountain, right? I caught one when I went there, and Tillemans saw it. Although she doesn't remember me, she still subconsciously thinks that this represents Saksu's 'hobby'.

"So, in Tielemans's fantasy, this became a rule. The local son of the wind lived in harmony with Saksu by handing over soul beasts, and I quickly gained her trust by having full-level beast knowledge and taming beasts.

"Then, following this rule, as long as these little guys are destroyed, then Tielemans will have the thought of 'this is the end, Venus is going to perish', and then Venus will really be destroyed."

As they watched the illusion below disappear in the landslide, everyone was silent.

After completing four copies, although it looked grand and everyone had a great time, they were actually crushing victories.

These NPCs who are extremely powerful in reality are so weak and pitiful in dreams.

Even when they are dreaming, their imagination is constrained by the rules.

If it were the player himself, he would have already become the creator in his dream, and the whole world would be in creative mode, and he could do whatever he wanted.

But they are different.

None of them dared to "overstep their authority".

They don't dare to aspire to become "gods".

They are like office workers with superpowers, and the first thing they think of is how to solve commuting problems and work better.

But even such a social animal will realize this when reminded by others, and then reflect on his own narrow-mindedness.

They have no concept of "reflection" at all, and it is even more impossible for others to remind them.

Because everyone is like that.

Born to be branded.

"What exactly is the 'God' in this world?" Mr. Sa murmured.

……

"So, what do you think 'God' is?"

After making a bet with Heine, the Mad King asked this question after a brief silence.

"A god?"

Heine was distracted for a moment. He recalled the Shadow Will when Teacher Xia was first promoted to Level Five, the Holy Light Will that was broken by Brother Yang in the Scar of Withering, the Wind Will that was drained alive by President Sa, and the existence that was directly swallowed by Alpha in Ati Town.

"Sorry." He shook his head: "I can't answer it for now."

The pair of dark green eyes revealed a mocking look, and a low whistle of the wind was heard all around.

"You can't or you don't dare?"

"Perhaps others would not dare to answer, but I am only objectively stating a fact, that is, at this stage, we cannot give an accurate definition of God based on our research."

Heine paused and added, "And from your question, I infer that in your time, people did not have absolute faith in God, because today's believers cannot ask such a question, because their thinking is blocked by faith when they reach the concept of God. In other words, true believers, people who truly live in the era of God, cannot ask such blasphemous and transgressive questions as 'What is God?'"

The Mad King was stunned for a moment before he replied, "I am surprised that you can give such an answer, but I also think it is reasonable."

"Why is it 'supposed to be'?"

"Because I have been in contact with Macara, I know that it is still pure there." The Mad King's voice was filled with a hint of anthropomorphic emotion: "So, what do you think of Sepitija? The guy you call the 'Great Sage'?"

Heine: "My understanding of Sai Weng may not be as good as that of the gods. In the fable, he is a pioneer born in the barbaric era. This is more like a spiritual aggregation with symbolic significance... Perhaps he is closer to your era?"

"Hehehe..."

The Mad King let out a series of meaningless laughs, the tone of which was so complex that Heine could not understand it.

Is this still an emotion that a human being can have?

"If I tell you that Sepitiga and my empire existed in the same period, would you believe it?"

"what?"

This time it was Heine's turn to be stunned.

Is it possible that a Prometheus-like character like Sai Weng is real?

Mad King: "Although I don't know what your fables are about, I can foresee that they are nothing more than spreading civilization, expelling ignorance, and returning the power to mortals... Then, have you ever thought about who once held the power?"

Heine's heart was pounding.

He thought of a possibility...

The soul fire suddenly flickered, and the Mad King laughed loudly. He finally saw the expression he wanted on this human's face.

"Hahahaha... That's right, it's me, the dictator, the tyrant, the king of all things, the emperor of elements... and the mad king you guys are talking about, Dictatura.

"And the Sepitija you mentioned is a shameful thief! He stole everything from me, including my empire, my throne, and my people. But I don't hate him. Do you know why?"

"why?"

"Because he's dead."

The burning eyes narrowed slightly, as if enjoying it.

"He died at the hands of the very people he saved, who were eager to kill each other before my empire was reduced to ruins.

"Sebitiga told them to prevent the emergence of a second 'tyrant', so they killed the person who was most likely to become 'me'."

Hearing this, Heine's originally solemn expression suddenly collapsed. He frowned slightly: "You seem to have concealed something important... such as the cause of Sepitija's death. Things can't be that simple."

The Mad King was silent.

"Why?" he asked back.

Heine: “The people’s minds cannot be liberated suddenly; there must be a process of enlightenment. Only when enlightenment is successful will they rebel against you.

“If enlightenment succeeds, then if this group of people, by comparing Sai Weng and you, really come to the conclusion that the former deserves death as you said, then Sai Weng in the story must not be a good person. He tried to follow your old path, he betrayed his past self, so he deserves death.

"But on the other hand, if enlightenment fails, then the Sepitiga who overthrows you is nothing more than another 'you'. The one who kills him cannot be the people, but the real Sepitiga, or the next 'you'.

"So, what are you trying to hide?"