Male Succubus Apocalypse

The bet was right!

Xu Heng felt relieved.

How to judge? The basis is Krollitz's concrete soul, he is confused, he is searching, he is sinking.

So what is it? Most likely, he wants a truth.

Recalling what Krolitz said - "If you couldn't answer at that time, I could use questions to affect your mind..."

This gave Xu Heng inspiration.

A person who uses other people's doubts about problems as a means of invasion must also improve himself in terms of thinking. Krollitz must have his own in-depth research on many issues.

Then he said that he couldn't go any further, even if he got Julie's inheritance. Compared to Krolitz who felt that it was impossible for him to develop new things, Xu Heng was more willing to believe that he had some flaws in his own thinking that he couldn't prove himself.

It’s like a scientist who has spent most of his life studying traditional physics discovered the quantum entanglement phenomenon in the double-slit interference experiment.

Doubt life, doubt knowledge, doubt the world.

This is the most likely reason why a magician would stagnate to a large extent and lose confidence - to some extent, the magicians in this world are not much different from the scientists in the original world.

Xu Heng's weapon is always to seize opportunities, to fight against enemies with troops, to block water with earth, to grasp the main contradictions and to explore the root of the problem.

Perhaps everyone is curious about why this person has such a unique ability? Then we have to look for the answer in his past life, but there is no rush for now.

Let's see how Xu Heng resolves the current crisis!

"Haha, Boss Xu, it seems that I have underestimated you." Krolitz approached Xu Heng, raised his hand to lift Xu Heng's chin, and his deep eyes seemed to see through Xu Heng. "Truth? Is there really an eternal truth in this world?"

"When will truth be eternal and unchanging? In every era, and even for every person, without conditions and constraints, truth cannot be established. But once it is established, it can be eternal and unchanging within a grid." Xu Heng did not dodge, and spoke bluntly in the face of Krolitz's oppression.

Entering the state, seeing that Xu Heng's thinking had entered a certain unique mode, Krolitz raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, okay, within one grid! I don't know what basis you have to say that I'm escaping, so let's debate what is the truth!" Krolitz let go of Xu Heng, but facing him, he waved his left hand back.

"Ah... cough cough!" Clara, who had not yet recovered behind Krolitz, was immediately lifted into the air by the invisible force of the void. As Krolitz moved his hand, Clara was moved between him and Xu Heng.

Clara looked at Xu Heng sideways, wanting to speak, but unable to open her mouth.

"What are you doing!" Xu Heng asked excitedly when he saw Krolitz start to touch other people again. "Don't touch others!"

"Don't be impatient, Boss Xu. Since you started this debate, shouldn't we place some bets?" Krolitz laughed cruelly.

Suddenly, Krolitz's hand moved slightly, and a golden light flashed between Clara's eyebrows. The light was so dazzling that it instantly flooded the entire restaurant, as if a flash bomb had exploded.

When Xu Heng opened his eyes again, he found that everything around him had changed. It was boundless and invisible. Even Clara had disappeared. There was only a blank space, and he and Krolitz in front of him were floating in the air.

"Illusion!" Julie said uncertainly.

"Illusion? No, I don't care about fake things. This is the spiritual sea of ​​that blonde lady. Our debate will be shown here in various projections. If you can't defeat me, I can't guarantee that my words will have any irreversible impact on her." Krolitz stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Xu Heng confidently and proudly, and said.

"Damn it! You can just enter my spiritual sea! Don't attack Clara!" Xu Heng was really angry and shouted loudly.

"No, Xu Heng, he is afraid of you because you helped Vivian defeat me... Krolitz, aren't you too cautious? Are you so scared of a mere fourth-level demon?" Julie teased.

"Hehe, there's no point in talking any more, let's just get started!" Krolitz ignored Julie's temptation and provocation, waved his hand and said seriously.

Then the blank space around him changed, and images began to emerge. Xu Heng felt an illusion of being there, as well as a strong sense of infusion.

It was as if Krolitz's mental changes and thoughts were pouring into his mind like a tide...

……

"Ahhh! Why! Why!" The miserable cries resounded through the sky, and the vast snow falling in the sky seemed like endless grievances.

In a Centaur tribe, in front of a simple thatched house built with hay and stones - the thatched house was covered tightly with snow, so the cold wind could invade the house at will, and it had no effect in keeping warm at all - a male Centaur warrior was crying heartbreakingly.

In his arms was a female Centaur who had been frozen stiff. This was his wife. Before she died, she still maintained a kind smile and held her newborn baby tightly in her arms, as if trying her best to warm him with her body temperature.

But the result was one corpse and two lives.

None of the centaurs watching around went up to try to dissuade them, because such things were as common as the endless snowflakes falling from the sky in this extremely cold winter that only happens once in a hundred years.

There's just a difference between miserable and worse.

"Tali! Open your eyes! Look at me! I've come back from hunting for you! Look! Snow rabbit! It's a snow rabbit! Tali!" The Centaur warrior couldn't accept the reality and shouted wildly. He took out a white rabbit from his hand and tried to show it to his wife.

But one snow rabbit was already a quarter of the food they found during their more than ten days of hunting, but it was totally impossible to satisfy the diet of a pregnant centaur.

Many of the Centaurs present even thought numbly: Fortunately, they had died before he came back, otherwise if they were dying slowly in front of him, he would probably have a mental breakdown. Now that this is the case, the rabbits can still be distributed to those in need.

If it were not for their own racial advantages, they would have probably died on the road with their high intensity hunting and small amount of food intake.

"Cody, accept the reality. The prey needs to be distributed to those in need." An older centaur finally couldn't bear it anymore and came up to comfort him and take away the prey.

"No! The prey is mine! Mine! It's for Tully! You! None of you can take it away! No!" Cody saw someone coming forward and immediately picked up an axe and chopped at him, his bloodshot eyes revealing madness.

"No! Cody! You can't!" The old centaur immediately stepped back, his tone full of helplessness, but the next second, he was like seeing a ghost, and shouted loudly: "No! Don't!"

With a "crack", blood splattered and the Centaur named Cody fell on the snow. The scattered snow mist was dyed red by the blood. An axe had already chopped off his head from behind.

"He's crazy. The tribe can't support a madman now... Let's kill him while he's hot, brothers. Now we should think about how to survive, as well as his wife and the unborn child. If we roast them, maybe they can be eaten." A centaur with a calm tone had already appeared behind Cody when he went crazy. After the sneak attack, he acted as if nothing had happened and just stepped forward to pick up the axe that was stuck in Cody's head.

"You bastard! Madman!" The old Centaur immediately rushed up, knocked down the attacker, and started punching him.

"No, I'm not crazy, this world is..." The centaur was knocked to the ground, and did not fight back, but just took the punch and said weakly. "Look, how delicious the brothers are eating..."

The "crunch" and "crunch" chewing sounds accompanied by the Centaur's mocking voices made the old Centaur think of something and tremble with fear.

When he slowly turned his head, he saw that the Centaurs who were watching just now had surrounded the bodies of the dead Centaur family. They took out their sharp weapons and started to cut open the corpses, dismembering them into pieces, and then ate them with relish, with blood all over their mouths. Some even lay down directly like a primitive beast.

"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh! God! Why! God! How cruel to us orcs!" The old Centaur shed uncontrollable tears and cried helplessly about the injustice of the world.

This seemingly alarmist tragedy was actually just the tip of the iceberg of the harm that the extreme cold brought to the orcs.

The loose tribal system and the lack of unity in which each fights on its own are bound to lead to a survival crisis when faced with natural disasters.

Large tribes can still rely on the food stored in spring and summer to survive the winter, but many elderly, weak, sick, disabled people or children will inevitably die.

It is common for small and medium-sized tribes to eat each other, and even invade other tribes to devour other orcs.

The bark of the trees was eaten up, and the prey was killed, even the orcs were eaten up.

The only option left was to invade other humanoids, but under the winter snow, the reserves were already small and the tribes were scattered. Not to mention whether they could be organized into an army or have enough military reserves, even getting two tribes to unite and keep each other warm was impossible.

Because they eat orcs, they have become defensive against each other. If this continues, several tribes of orcs may become extinct after the cold winter.

At that time, I had just become a demigod, and I came to the north, where such a tragedy was happening.

The culture, civilization and education here have all ceased to exist in the face of the survival crisis. No one will lend a helping hand, not even those tribes with foresight and large reserves.

They even deliberately launched a large-scale war before the extreme cold winter came, in order to wipe out the surrounding and subordinate tribes and directly seize resources.

Not to mention the orcs' external expeditions, even they themselves cannot form a united team.

So, I looked at the humans who were still living peacefully in the west, the elves who had no sense of crisis in the south, and the greedy dwarves in the east, and I made a choice that I regret to this day.

I work with orcs from large tribes and provide spiritual guidance to all tribes so that they can accept arrangements, cooperate, and form a unified collective.

That's right, the orc demigods told me hypocritically that they wanted the orcs to survive, and only by uniting them could they share resources and survive the cold winter.

How did they deceive a spiritual demigod? Because they did not lie, they did unite and allocate resources, but they never said how to achieve the follow-up.

They deceived themselves and also deceived me, who was too dependent on mental magic.

Later, they launched a war, but they told me that they did not have enough food and this was necessary. It seemed like a spur-of-the-moment decision, but looking back now, it was a premeditated plan.

But once again, I believed that they did not show any humility in front of me. Perhaps they felt that this was necessary, or perhaps they only regarded me as a tool.

But based on my conscience, I made an agreement with them that they would not allow the killing of innocent people.

They readily agreed, but in fact, this was also part of their plan.

I lost, and lost completely. Indeed, even a spiritual magician is just a magician (scientist). Our fundamental belief is that our reason and discoveries will eventually be defeated by emotional human nature.

We break down the human heart into machines, but forget that creating new machines also requires inspiration and feelings.

You already know what happened next from history books. One of my actions triggered a war across the entire continent, and the starting point of all this was my goodwill.

When I wanted to withdraw my spiritual guidance, it was too late. The orcs had enjoyed the benefits brought by the war and could no longer stop. Their hatred for other races and for the world was purer and more profound than the malice of the demons.

The innocent people who were not killed fled in all directions, and their cowardice caused by their panic affected the entire human world and brought financial and security pressures.

Like a plague, they helped the orcs to easily defeat one country after another and invade one rich land after another.

When I see the orcs smile and shed tears of excitement in their new paradise, and the warriors return home in glory and can live decently with their wives and children.

When humans are crying and have no family to return home, and the Kane Empire is so incompetent and cowardly, with such a contrast, how do I feel?

Are the orcs really not hardworking? Do they really want to start a war? No, they just really can't survive. Let me ask, why did this miserable race originate from the north? Why must it suffer a cold winter all year round?

How can the elves enjoy the year-round sunshine and fruits and vegetables in all seasons in the south?

I don’t know, I can only attribute it to the cruelty of this world.

I was powerless and helpless, watching the epic war across the entire continent that I had caused, my hands covered in blood.

But at the same time, I also created my own unique faction - the Manipulator faction. Yes, like the Space-Time Witch, I found a possible way to become a god.

I want to manipulate reality, manipulate time, change it, reverse it, I want to correct my mistakes, but I can't, it's too late.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, I observe, I deduce, and I manipulate changes. I know that even if I go back to the time before the war, I can't change anything.

It's just that the war might have taken a different course.

Because of the orcs' dire situation, the dwarves will still launch an attack, although it will not be a full-scale invasion. Like the straw that breaks the camel's back, the orcs will eventually attack the west and risk their lives to rush through the mountains, because this was actually the only mountain range that could bypass the human eyes at that time.

And arrogant humans are doomed to lose.

Going a step further, the orc demigods have ambitiously prepared everything, waiting for the dwarves to attack, unify the army, and bypass the mountains.

That is to say, no matter how I manipulate it, I can neither watch the orcs die in vain nor prevent the war that is bound to happen.

Or was everything destined from the moment the extreme cold came? No matter what choice you make, it is impossible to achieve a good result.

The clarion call of war had already been sounded long before it happened.

It's like the eternal and unchanging natural laws of this world, apples will always fall from the tree, winter will definitely come, and this war is bound to happen.

It seemed that it had nothing to do with whether I was right or wrong, but my path to becoming a god was ruined because of this.

Manipulation? What can I manipulate? I can't even manipulate myself. My consciousness, my thoughts, are just destined. It's not because I am me, but because the world has made me.

Even my manipulation cannot escape from this world. Every step and every thought is fate and is bound to happen in this world. Everything for us has been arranged.

This world is a huge, ever-changing mass of laws. We are merely the manifestations of these laws. We are merely puppets manipulated by the world.

Become a god? So what? We are just pawns. Those who are supposed to become gods will eventually become gods, and those who are not supposed to become gods will eventually not become gods.

Our identity, our life, everything about us is empty and destined, just like pigs in a pen, except that we are the pigs of the world.