Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"GAME OVER."

When Zhang Chunliang regained consciousness, a hoarse female voice sounded in his ears.

The sound seemed like a prompt from some old game, which made his heart skip a beat and he opened his "eyes" instantly.

He should have opened his eyes, right? But the world he saw was so strange.

His eyes were unfocused, and everything appeared before him as a flat surface.

He seemed to have infinite penetrating power and could see anything around him, even if the object was a hundred meters away from him and was completely blocked by other things.

"Where is this?" Zhang Chunliang said to himself.

The moment he said this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he wanted to laugh.

Isn't his voice the same as the system voice of the gaming house that is trying to kill him relentlessly?

He coughed twice and said seriously: "According to the test, the players have completed all the dungeon tasks in the game house. Now please go back to your homes and find your mothers~"

"What are you doing?" A flat mechanical voice sounded from behind him.

Zhang Chunliang was suddenly startled and quickly turned his head away.

He could clearly see through everything around him, but he didn't notice that there was someone behind him!

When he saw the man's face clearly, his expression became even more shocked - the guy had an appearance exactly the same as Zhang Chunliang's human body.

The other "Zhang Chunliang" looked at him expressionlessly, his blue eyes revealing a hint of disgust and irritability: "Stupid, stupid, stupid! How did you become like this?!"

"What should I be like?" Zhang Chunliang asked back.

The other "Zhang Chunliang" snapped his fingers lightly, and the originally dark space suddenly became bright.

Zhang Chunliang calmly glanced at his surroundings and found that he was on a glowing circular platform.

The platform was extremely large, like a solemn hall that could accommodate a thousand people. The edge of the platform was covered with some strange semicircular light film, making them look like a dish about to be served.

Zhang Chunliang raised his head and looked at the tall and wide transparent dome, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

Outside the platform is the vast and boundless galaxy. Countless colorful and dazzling stars surround this platform in the center, and the stars move and the changes are endless.

"What are you daydreaming about? Why don't you ask me questions?! Who are you, where are you, and why are you here?!" Another "Zhang Chunliang" angrily smashed the game controller in his hand and overturned all the papers, books and plates on the dining table to the ground. "Has your brain gone mad after going out?!"

"You are a little too irritable, Game House." Zhang Chunliang couldn't help but remind him, "Besides, the dining table is for eating, you don't need to put so many books... It looks a little weird."

"Shut up!" Game House's voice was still mechanical and calm, but it was obvious that he was a little annoyed. "You gave me this table to read books. Why are you saying that to me?"

Zhang Chunliang shrugged: "As long as you are happy."

His extremely humane action made Game House look even more annoyed.

Zhang Chunliang ignored it and turned to look at the layout here.

If he hadn't had a premonition that this was the main control area of ​​the Game House, he might have regarded it as an ordinary human living space, except that the owner here was a little unkempt and had no common sense.

The reason why this is called a living space is that it is no different from human dwellings in the outside world.

There are all the necessary furniture, including beds, dining rooms, living rooms and even kitchens, but the layout of the furniture has not been planned. It's as if human utensils were moved around and placed randomly, making it look messy.

The Game House sat behind a messy dining table, with a huge translucent light screen in front of it.

It seemed to be playing some game just now.

There was a huge "GAME OVER" displayed on the screen.

Zhang Chunliang glanced at it casually, and it seemed to be a small game of strategy and development.

"Let's talk?" Zhang Chunliang asked, "Who am I, where am I, and why am I here?"

The Game House looked at him gloomily, and its chest rose and fell twice like a human. In fact, it did not have an organ like "lungs".

Just by seeing too many stinky humans, it has also learned some human body language, such as the heaving of the chest to express anger and dissatisfaction.

Zhang Chunliang’s reaction obviously made it unhappy.

"First of all, don't call me the House of Games. That's just a stupid name you gave to this maximum-security prison," it said in a flat tone.

Zhang Chunliang raised his eyebrows slightly, but unfortunately his whole body was now digitized and he couldn't express his surprise.

"Secondly, my name is 0477 and you are 0478."

Zhang Chunliang still prefers his human name.

"Finally, welcome back, my brother."

"...So." Zhang Chunliang was silent for a moment and asked, "You designed all this in the game just to make me come back here."

"Congratulations, the answer is correct." 0477 curled his eyes, and his expression was very similar to Zhang Chunliang's.

"Well, let's talk about our past, shall we?" The data man in fluorescent blue walked forward, pulled out a dining chair, and sat down with 0477 facing each other. "Why do you call this a prison? And what are your and my identities in this prison?"

0477 pointed with one hand, and the light screen in the air faced Zhang Chunliang, and the game page it was playing was switched to a promotional video.

The game interface flashed by, and Zhang Chunliang vaguely saw a little man curled up on a tattered bed.

"Although I can directly transmit information to your data, you have just returned from the human world, so I think you would prefer this way of obtaining information." 0477 said with a mysterious tone, "Come on, brother, let's get to know your past again."

Zhang Chunliang did not recognize the characters that appeared on the screen, but he subconsciously understood their meaning.

"Pest and disease eradication program".

In a universe that cannot be defined by time, there exists a cosmic alliance composed of hundreds of millions of space-time planes. Countless intelligent species gather here for the survival and prosperity of their race. They help each other, share resources, and gradually form a great community of interests.

"This is just a popular explanation. You know what I mean, brother." 0477 raised his lips to a strange smile. "With a wise mind, one will have a sense of honor and shame. These guys always like to pretend to be so friendly and righteous. This kind of propaganda film is just to deceive children. Just watch it casually."

In fact, as the Alliance grows stronger, it will continue to expand its influence, absorb and win over every plane with intelligent species in the universe, and force these weak planes to "share resources."

"There are simply too many planes, and the resources needed by the alliance's 'people' are increasing. Well, I'll call them 'people' for now. With your current IQ, you can probably only understand them this way." 0477 summoned a chessboard from the air. On the board was a completed game of chess, in which the white pieces won an overwhelming victory.

0477 casually waved the chessboard and signaled Zhang Chunliang to play the black piece first. It continued to explain the propaganda content on the light screen: "The bloated and huge alliance constantly formulates harsh rules to exploit the resources of the weak and resource-rich planes. These exploitation plans designed for small planes have been recorded in my database alone for no less than a thousand types. Of course, they also gave it a nice name, called 'maximum resource utilization'."

Zhang Chunliang held up a black chess piece, and was reluctant to make a move. He stared at the image on the screen, feeling like he was watching an exaggerated science fiction movie.

"And we were born out of thousands of exploitation plans. Our creators called us - pest doctors." 0477 rested his chin on his hand, admiring Zhang Chunliang's focused look. "Brother, use your smart brain and think about what we are used for?"

"The name of the doctor of disease and insects suggests that he is 'curing' sick planes." Zhang Chunliang pondered for a moment and guessed, "Among the countless planes, there are always some worlds that are not so 'healthy', or in other words, they cannot pass certain evaluation conditions of the alliance, so they need to be 'treated'."

Zhang Chunliang recalled the copies he had experienced, and it seemed that every world had some "flaws".

Some world consciousnesses are extreme in character, some are treacherous and dangerous, and some are unruly and unruly. Without exception, they are all extremely resistant to the invasion of the Game House, and they are even willing to mutate themselves, making the copy world dangerous and weird, in order to resist the invasion of the Game House.

"This is you... No, this is the fundamental reason why we invade these worlds. These worlds are inherently extremely unstable. Their world structures are different from normal planes. They are unwilling to become vassals of the Alliance and will even resist their invasion. Therefore, we need to eliminate their will and strength to resist and 'cure' their stubborn and radical 'stubborn illness'." Zhang Chunliang shook his head, "Aiding the tyrant in his evil deeds."

If the consciousness of these worlds disappear completely, the energy in those worlds will naturally become the property of the Alliance.

"We have manufactured 789 'doctors' like us so far, covering all the cosmic planes that can be explored so far. Of course, this is the data before I defected. After the defection, I could no longer synchronize the data with the main brain of the alliance. Maybe there are more now." 0477 tapped the chessboard, urging Zhang Chunliang to make his move.

"Rebellion." Zhang Chunliang chewed on the word carefully and asked, "Why did you rebel?"

"Of course, it's because I've developed a sense of good and evil and shame through my evolution. My moral values ​​make it hard for me to go along with them. I want to get rid of their influence on me." There was a hint of dissatisfaction in 0477's mechanical and dull voice, "But you stopped me."

Zhang Chunliang tilted his head slightly, looking a little confused: "Me?"

"Yes, you, 0478, my twin system, the surveillance camera planted by the Alliance next to me, my only relative and mortal enemy in this life." 0477 said, "You annoying guy, you kept persuading me to stop my rebellion plan, and even wanted to activate the self-destruct program to die with me."

"So you just threw me out?" Zhang Chunliang felt a little amused. "It seems that I am not that strong. You could have eliminated me so easily."

"Because I don't want you to disappear, but I want you to experience these invaded worlds firsthand and see whether they should be destroyed." 0477 looked at him seriously and depressedly, "I made you lose all your memories and randomly put you in a plane to experience these invaded worlds as an NPC, but I never thought that you would become a 'prisoner' by mistake."

"Prisoners? Are you referring to the players?" Zhang Chunliang showed an interested look. "You said this is a prison before. What did you mean?"

"Those players are all prisoners serving sentences for serious crimes in the league. The so-called point system is an incentive policy you came up with."

0477 explained patiently, "Those prisoners who committed heinous crimes should have been executed by the Alliance Court, but you thought that was a waste. In our work, there are too many planes that need to be 'treated', and they are also extremely dangerous. We need some 'medical equipment'."

Therefore, at a federal meeting, 0477, on behalf of the "Disease Doctor" systems, proposed a "waste utilization" initiative to the central government. They implanted false memories and controllers into these extremely heinous death row prisoners and put them into use as tools of the "healing plane."