Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Why...why do you hate me...I am your Father God, I created you..."

"I'm just sick, don't give up on me."

"It hurts, don't hurt me... leave here... leave..."

"I want to expel you..."

Zhang Chunliang’s perspective is amazing. He seems to be floating on the clouds, overlooking a strange land.

There seemed to be a place with a highly developed civilization beneath him, with a huge number of humans. The cluster of towering buildings was like barnacles on a turtle, deeply rooted in every crevice of the land.

But what is abnormal is that this land does not have the various pollutions brought about by the highly developed civilization, and the land outside human settlements is still prosperous with good weather, singing birds and blooming flowers.

Zhang Chunliang frowned slightly, trying to ease the whispers that followed him in his head. Unlike the wailing and screaming before, these strange whispers had substantial content. He endured the pain and tried to distinguish them for a long time before he captured some useful information.

This seems to be the helpless plea of ​​a poor guy. His body was invaded by the virus and he did a lot of extreme things to expel the virus, so he was hated by others. At this moment, he was begging others not to abandon him.

Zhang Chunliang combined his current God-like perspective with the curses and complaints of humans against a malfunctioning "god" that he heard during his last coma, and successfully guessed who this noisy "poor guy" in his mind was.

——World consciousness, the world consciousness belonging to this copy.

For some unknown reason, it developed some kind of emotional connection with Zhang Chunliang, and thus transmitted all of its negative energy of pain, helplessness, and grievance to him.

"Can you hear me?" Zhang Chunliang asked tentatively, "Can you stop talking nonsense? My head hurts."

His words fell on deaf ears and received no response at all.

He sighed softly, trying his best to suppress the devastating pain in his mind.

It is unknown how long this negative energy punishment will last. His human body may not be able to withstand the negative emotions from the "world" for too long.

Zhang Chunliang tried several times to communicate with the collapsing mumbling in his head, but each time failed. After the communication failed, he could only calm his mind and observe the world below.

The next second, accompanied by a loud noise, the scenery below him suddenly shook violently.

As far as he could see, dormant volcanoes spewed out hot and suffocating ash, burying the surrounding towns where people lived and worked peacefully.

At the other end, a huge and turbulent tsunami arrived in an instant, swallowing up all the people playing on the shore.

The typhoon arrived, roaring and destroying human buildings, swallowing countless lives.

Amidst a violent roar, the earth cracked into bottomless fissures, greedily swallowing everything on the land into the earth's core.

Zhang Chunliang stared at what was happening on the ground with his mouth wide open. After a long while, he said to himself seriously, "To be honest, if these are your methods of expelling the virus, then I probably know why your people hate you..."

His words seemed to have stimulated the guy in his brain. The chaotic and trivial painful mutterings that filled his body became louder and louder, stirring up his brain like a steel fork.

The time above the ground was advancing madly at nearly a thousand times the speed. In just a short while, the originally beautiful and peaceful world below became extremely terrible.

In some places, continuous torrential rains lasted for three or four months, and the massive floods destroyed large cities.

However, some places have experienced successive droughts, with not a drop of rain for several years, causing serious drought disasters and heavy casualties among local people.

The survivors finally survived the high temperature, but were immediately greeted by the Little Ice Age when the temperature dropped below freezing. There was no distinction between four seasons, day or night, only endless cold.

"It's still... not cleaned up... yet." The voice said sadly and anxiously, "Why, why is the invader... still eroding my body, who can, help me..."

Zhang Chunliang sighed softly, feeling mixed emotions.

If the "invaders" are the players, then this world consciousness probably used the wrong method of expulsion.

Players have all kinds of extraordinary props, and they naturally have ways to avoid danger in the endless natural disasters. The only ones who will be harmed are the indigenous inhabitants of the world consciousness.

Zhang Chunliang patiently listened to the complaints about the collapse of this world consciousness, and gradually discovered a problem - the IQ of this world consciousness did not seem to be high, it looked immature and naive, and its behavior was even a little stupid.

Like a newborn baby.

No, no matter how immature the world consciousness is, it can become a world in itself and probably possesses tens of millions of years of life and wisdom. It is not young, but it has a very simple and straightforward character and does not know how to adapt at all.

He could feel that the source of the power of this world's consciousness was human "faith". The more people believed in it, the stronger it would become.

He guessed that before the Game House invaded this world, it might have been a god who "granted every wish."

Whatever humans ask of it, it gives them generously and without restraint.

So, this world once seemed so beautiful and powerful. There were no ruthless natural disasters, no cold or heat, only a great civilization that could be created at no cost. Human life was long and happy. This world was like a Garden of Eden that existed entirely for the intelligent species here.

From this perspective, this world consciousness is not like the father god and supreme deity of mankind, but more like a slave who will respond to their every request.

The emergence of Game House broke this abnormal balance. It manipulated the players to disrupt the order here, causing the originally raging world to explode in an instant.

The world consciousness sensed the danger and chose to use natural disasters to drive out these sources of danger, but it backfired and not only failed to kill them, it also lost the trust of mankind.

When humans discovered that such a slave who was responsive in everything began to become "disobedient", not only did not respond to their requests, but also brought them many terrible disasters, their faith collapsed.

So humans cursed, threatened, and even hated it, and took back all the faith they had once given it.

The world consciousness that relied on faith as its source of power panicked. It stubbornly believed that the culprits of everything were those foreign invaders, so it spent more energy to disinfect them.

It's like a vicious cycle: the more it wants to gain people's faith, the more it wants to quickly destroy its enemies, but the more it destroys its enemies, the more humans hate it.

If it had been handled more gently and tactfully, everything wouldn't have turned out so badly.

But it was too extreme and too stupid, fighting the invaders in a nearly mutually destructive way.

Miracles didn't happen.

Finally, under Zhang Chunliang's heavy gaze, the world ushered in an endless apocalyptic high temperature. Humanity, who was struggling in this horrific disaster, was eventually extinct, and the faith of the world consciousness completely collapsed.

He watched helplessly as the once prosperous and beautiful world, like a piece of scorching glass, shattered because it could not withstand the horrific pressure from the outside world.

Everything here turned into nothingness, just like the "I Love School" copy that Zhang Chunliang had experienced before. The world consciousness destroyed itself, and its body turned into countless fragments and dissipated into the endless nothingness.

Zhang Chunliang finally realized why this world consciousness never responded to his requests - because it was dead.