Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"So that's how it is." Zhang Chunliang shook his head slightly, feeling that the truth was extremely absurd.

He originally thought that this was an extremely powerful world, so it could manipulate the plot in the copy to unfold again and again, allowing all NPCs to constantly replay the plot as if programmed, in order to eliminate the players who invaded here.

And now he realized how ridiculous his idea was.

The essence of this copy is actually the last obsession of a dead world.

The hot and scorching world of natural disasters where they live is just the unwillingness and resentment condensed after the death of the world consciousness. It repeatedly repeats the high temperature of the world-destroying event, just like a dead wild soul repeating its own experience before death.

Therefore, the wails and screams that Zhang Chunliang had heard and made his head ache were not the deliberate interference and torture of the Game House, but the cries and calls for help of the dead humans in this world before they died.

"No wonder my identification of believers failed." Zhang Chunliang smiled bitterly, "Because the leader is not a believer at all, but just a broken soul trapped in the cycle of death in the world."

No, maybe it's not even a soul, but just a mass of energy that condenses the unwillingness and resentment before death.

What about his boyfriend? What kind of person is Shen Xingyi?

Zhang Chunliang didn't want to face his own bad guess, but he already had the answer in his heart.

The soul fragment of Shen Xingyi in this world has actually long since perished along with the world. It doesn't know its own name and has forgotten its own identity.

Today, it has long lost its original body and is just a relatively powerful ball of energy. Therefore, it will instinctively devour other powerful energy balls in the world and change into their appearance.

"You lost your faith, so faith has become your obsession?" Zhang Chunliang asked softly, "You hate your own powerlessness and inability to save anything, so you turned your obsession before death into an evil Buddha with thousands of hands and thousands of appearances, trying to... draw false faith from those people."

"But you should know better than anyone that they have no faith."

They are nothing but dry and hollow skins condensed from hatred and suffering.

The endless mumbling in Zhang Chunliang's ears gradually disappeared, and after a long time, it condensed into a helpless and melancholy sigh.

"But I want to thank you." Zhang Chunliang tried to grab the floating fragments in front of him, but his palm passed through the fragments like air. He smiled and asked, "You told me this information on purpose, right?"

The malicious punishment of the Game House, under the intentional operation of the world consciousness, actually became a tool to help Zhang Chunliang obtain information.

Perhaps "fighting against invaders" is also part of the world consciousness's obsession, so it will instinctively provide assistance to the enemies of the Game House.

This punishment is probably about to end.

The fragmented world in front of Zhang Chunliang gradually became transparent and blurred. He floated quietly in the vast nothingness and repeated again: "Thank you."

This time, I am grateful because it once gave Zhang Chunliang the power to make his dreams come true.

This is the creative power of the world consciousness. It is still a generous god. In order to help Zhang Chunliang, it actually gave him such important power.

However, it was indeed stubborn, reckless and naive. It only cared about giving him its powerful strength but did not tell him how to use it, so it did bad things with good intentions.

However, this world consciousness is probably such a clumsy and honest guy, otherwise how could it destroy such a big world of its own?

Zhang Chunliang seriously suspected that this guy was a people-pleasing deity.

His consciousness gradually fell into chaos. Before it completely left this space, the dead world consciousness turned into a vague, white human-shaped light and shadow and appeared in front of him.

It "stared" at Zhang Chunliang deeply, exuding endless sadness. It suddenly shook its head and opened its abyss-like black mouth.

"That Buddha... no, not... I, be, careful... be careful..." It seemed to be trying hard to remind Zhang Chunliang something, but its soul seemed unable to withstand the huge consumption and suddenly disintegrated into dust.

"Not you? Are you trying to say that the Thousand-armed Buddha is not you?" Zhang Chunliang repeated blankly, and then asked, "Who is it? It must be related to you, right? And what do you want me to be careful about?"

Before he could figure out what was going on, a clear and loud roar exploded in his ears.

"Be careful--!"

This roar brought him back to reality from his drowsy dream.

He suddenly opened his eyes and was about to ask what was going on when he felt that the scenery around him was a little strange.

——He seemed to be lying flat on the ground, moving rapidly.

No, he was not moving, but something was carrying him under him!

The thing was uneven and seemed to be covered with tentacles. He could feel hundreds of rough tentacles rubbing against each other beneath him, making a rustling sound that made his scalp tingle.

He was suddenly startled and quickly turned over and rolled off the monster.

He had just regained consciousness, his body felt sore and weak, and he fell to the dry ground, raising a cloud of dust.

He raised his head dizzily, and it took him a long time to see clearly the appearance of the monster that was carrying him.

——It turned out to be hundreds of grasshoppers woven with grass.

The grasshoppers all turned their heads in his direction, looking even more confused than he was.

They rubbed their broken grass roots and rubbed their tentacles against each other as if to communicate. After hesitating for a while, they all ran towards Zhang Chunliang and tried to carry him back on their shoulders.

Zhang Chunliang's face turned green, and he kicked away each of the strange insects that approached him.

A horn sounded behind him, and an angry RV, waving its large purple-red tentacles, rushed towards him at a high speed.

Old K didn't know why, but he was driving and suddenly couldn't move. A big hole appeared on the ground in front of him, and his tires were deeply stuck in it, and he couldn't climb out.

Just as it was trying to get away, Li Mufeng on it suddenly screamed.

Only then did Lao K discover that Liang Liang had been stolen.

Liangliang suddenly fell to the ground and became unconscious last night. Blood was oozing out of his body, and he would twitch unconsciously in pain if someone touched him lightly.

The adult stayed on duty all night, and seeing that Liangliang was still unconscious, he became terribly manic. Just now, he finally couldn't hold back and turned into a black panther and left.

Old K has the same power as it, so it is willing to keep Liang Liang with it temporarily. Unexpectedly, Old K lost Liang Liang not long after the adults left.

"Get away - little bugs!" It waved its claws to flip the grasshoppers on the ground away, but those guys always pounced on Zhang Chunliang tirelessly.

There were even a few that were so hungry that they started to gnaw on Lao K's octopus claws.

The two sides fought for a long time, and Zhang Chunliang was left aside.

He tried hard to recover his strength, while observing his surroundings vigilantly.

He felt that these straw grasshoppers had owners, they did not harm him, and their goal was very clear, which was to take him away.

Zhang Chunliang stared at the little grasshopper that was biting his trouser leg and was trying to drag it away, and thought for a while.

Then he suddenly realized something and his eyes widened slightly.

"Duoduo?! Fox, or Qu Anran - is it you? Stop attacking immediately, this is one of us -!" He stood up in a panic, shouting in all directions like a madman.

The grasshopper's attack suddenly paused, and then its attack became even more fierce.

A head poked out of a pit not far away and greeted Zhang Chunliang: "Hey, long time no see."

Zhang Chunliang looked at Qu Anran, who was covered in dust and looked miserable, and laughed helplessly: "Long time no see! Qu Anran... why don't you stop? Lao K is my friend..."

"Your friend smells so good..." Qu Anran asked seriously, "Can you give me a leg?"