My double is steve

Chapter 1117. No...Are you really not afraid that this show will bring in a bunch of bloodthirsty viewers?

"…Damn Lancer's tear mole curse is still chasing me!"

After stripping off the authority, Fang Mo subconsciously shook his hands twice as if there was something dirty on them: "If you give me these abilities against men again, I will really go crazy!!!"

"What's wrong with targeting men?"

The pink-haired girl covered her forehead with some pain and said, "I'm not asking you to be a gay. Besides, the dimensional demons don't have the concept of human gender. You can just create a girl's incarnation..."

"Can't!"

Fang Mo hit the other party again after hearing this: "Don't make excuses if you have no power. I am a Scorpio who ranks among the top 12 zodiac signs in terms of lust. Besides games, women are all on my mind. If you dare to use this kind of rubbish ability against men again... believe it or not, I will send you back to the chainsaw man to COS human head sushi?"

"Why are you being so fierce to me?"

After being beaten, the pink-haired girl seemed to be more confident: "Can you blame me for my lack of authority? Would this happen if you hadn't kept me hungry?"

"but……"

"It's a good thing I'm a demon."

Before Fang Mo could speak, the little pink-haired kid on this side started to complain: "If I were a human child, I would have starved to death by your incompetent guardian, right?"

"Who told you to be picky about food?"

Fang Mo muttered in a low voice with a guilty conscience: "...Who can stand the idea that a family that eats porridge must eat bird's nest every meal?"

"Then I am also trying to help you, am I not?" The pink-haired kid couldn't help but say, "Any living being with desires will not be able to refuse my authority. You only dislike it because I am not strong enough. If you are willing to feed me a few hundred more barrels of food...even a lifeless dead thing will get pregnant for you to see!"

"Sorry, we don't need the Spiritual Stone Monkey in the White Land."

Fang Mo simply waved his hand and refused.

"That……"

Seeing that the other party seemed to be really uninterested, the little pink-haired boy became a little anxious. In order not to go hungry, he had to continue nagging Fang Mo: "Well, even if you don't need the ability to enslave the opposite sex, my authority can still allow you to amplify or distort people's inner desire and desire for mating..."

"Speak human language."

Fang Mo interrupted unhappily.

"I...I..." The pink-haired girl shrank her neck subconsciously, and then she explained weakly: "My authority can allow you to distort other people's apricot fetishes."

"Um?!"

However, as soon as these words came out, Fang Mo's expression suddenly fell into astonishment: "What did you say? Say it again?"

"I... I can modify other people's addictions..."

The other party said cautiously.

“What the hell?!”

Fang Mo was stunned. He grabbed the pink-haired boy's shoulders and asked, "Are you sure you can modify the apricot addiction? Are there any restrictions?"

"Eh? This..."

The pink-haired girl was also confused by Fang Mo's actions. Isn't it just modifying the apricot fetish? Why does it feel like this guy is more excited than being able to enslave others?

Of course, despite thinking about it, the pink-haired girl explained honestly: "There are definitely restrictions. The weirder the fetish, the more difficult it is to modify. If liking white tights is easy, then liking colorful feces heated to 99° is definitely hellish..."

“That was a bit of hell indeed.”

Hearing this, even Fang Mo couldn't help but hold his chin: "So is there any gender restriction for this ability?"

"Prejudice in people's hearts is as huge as a mountain. I admit that I misunderstood you just now." Fang Mo looked down at the pink-haired boy and said sincerely, "I'm sorry for my recklessness just now. Actually... I really need your authority!"

"Really?"

The pink-haired girl was obviously a little surprised: "Then...what about my food?"

"Enough."

Fang Mo waved his hand without even thinking. It was just heather flavored essence berry juice anyway. There were already thousands of sets of essence berries in the game world, and no one ate them, okay?

"Okay then!"

Hearing this, the pink-haired girl nodded quickly: "The contract is established, you are not allowed to lie, okay?"

"The liar ate a ton of colorful shit heated to 99 degrees!"

Fang Mo stretched out his hand.

"Uh-huh!"

Seeing Fang Mo say this, the little pink-haired boy raised his hand without hesitation and shook hands with the other party. Soon the contract was re-established, and Fang Mo once again felt the familiar power.

Unlike before, since the other party had already explained the method of use, Fang Mo just closed his eyes and experienced it this time. He immediately became familiar with the specific usage of this thing. And since authority is based on the world itself, in just a moment, he sensed countless normal or strange quirks.

What surprised Fang Mo was...

One of the most common obsessions in the White Land is Emerald.

Of course, if you think about it again, it seems very reasonable. After all, the predecessor of the real dimension, the White Earth, actually includes the main world in the game world.

What the main world lacks the least is those big-nosed villagers. These guys love emeralds so much that even molten emeralds flow in their veins. They just need to be burned in the Craftsman Soul Furnace and they will bubble out. Their efficiency is so high that it far surpasses other conventional ways of obtaining them.

Besides liking emeralds.

Fang Mo also sensed many other strange and bizarre habits.

At first Fang Mo was a little surprised, but after thinking about the species diversity of the White Land, he suddenly felt relieved. After all, the indigenous people here were all fantasy creatures.

Like monster girls, demons, mythical creatures, fanatics, and followers of the Cthulhu.

But the only thing that makes Fang Mo feel relieved is that in the White Land, there are indeed very few heretics who like NTR. It seems that although everyone is playing around, in essence it is still pure love.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Fang Mo's expression was a little strange, the little pink-haired girl couldn't help but ask him: "Why do you suddenly have such an expression?"

"Oh, nothing..."

Fang Mo shook his head. After all, apricot addiction is a free thing. He can't even control what his subjects are excited about, right? So now that he has mastered this ability, he is in a good mood, so he simply reaches out and touches the top of the little pink-haired boy's head: "Good boy, love you."

"Love can't be expressed in words, right?"

But this little bastard was a little ungrateful. He grabbed Fang Mo's wrist and said, "Love is made..."

"goodbye!"

Fang Mo's face turned dark, and then he teleported away.

After all, he was within his own dimension. Fang Mo didn't even give the other party time to scold him for being stingy. With a flash of white light, he returned to the throne.

And wait until after returning to the throne.

There is nothing specific worth mentioning.

Fang Mo closed his eyes and quickly started dealing with those complicated chores again.

In addition to returning the Holy Grail to the White Night Palace for debugging, there is also the issue of whether the two heroes in his hands should stay or go.

Yes, that's right. As early as the end of the Fourth World War, Fang Mo, while exploring the root, intercepted the two heroic spirits in the Holy Grail, namely Iskandar and Altria. Iskandar was chosen because of his likable personality, and as for Altria...

It's entirely because of the other party's obsession.

In fact, this little girl is quite stubborn. Fang Mo has nothing to do now so he might as well have a chat with her.

So with a slight thought, Fang Mo used the mechanism of the Holy Grail to reshape the other person's body, and then had a brief chat with the ruler of Great Britain.

After chatting for a while, Fang Mo found that this girl was quite stubborn. She wanted to go back to the past and save the country no matter what. So Fang Mo had to tell her some truths, such as the destruction of Great Britain was inevitable because it was the correct pan-human history.

"Correct history?"

Hearing this, Altria was obviously confused for a moment: "What does that mean?"

"To put it simply, it's something like a sacred timeline."

Fang Mo patiently explained: "It is probably to prevent the destruction of the world, so there is a correct historical route. What happened in each period, which kingdom was born, and which kingdom destroyed itself. All of this history is predetermined and cannot be changed."

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"How is this possible?"

Altria was obviously a little bit unconvinced: "How could such a thing be arranged? If I hadn't drawn the sword in the first place..."

"That would split off another timeline."

Fang Mo spread his hands: "Depending on the severity of the matter, it will be distorted into a singularity or a lost belt universe. For example, suppose you go back to the past and lead the country to prosperity, then the point you go back to is the singularity. This world will eventually evolve into a parallel universe. Because it threatens the correct pan-human history, it will eventually be cut off or destroyed..."

"…Why is this happening?"

When Altria heard this, she was obviously stunned.

“I don’t understand it either.”

Fang Mo shrugged upon hearing this. After witnessing the chaos and disorder of the real multiverse, he really couldn't understand the meaning of doing such a thing: "They say some high-sounding reasons... but in fact, I guess it's just human nature protecting itself, right?"

Fang Mo was right about this.

The existence of the Lostbelt does pose a threat to pan-human history, and if left unchecked, it may lead to the collapse of the world.

"So what are you going to do now?"

Sitting on the throne, Fang Mo looked at the other party with his chin on his hand with interest: "If you still want to go back to the past, I can send you back. Of course, you can also choose to stay here. The White Land is vast and boundless. You can always find a place to rebuild your Great Britain."

“…”

After Fang Mo said this, Altria was obviously a little confused.

Fang Mo did not say anything, just sat quietly on the throne. His consciousness was like the ocean, constantly flowing between different entities every second, so he had plenty of patience.

"Can I... ask you something?"

After a long silence, the King of Daimao on the opposite side finally spoke.

"Ask."

Fang Mo nodded slowly to this.

"I……"

Altria hesitated and said, "If I go back in time and it triggers a Lostbelt... but I am the one who is destroyed, what will happen?"

"Um?"

After hearing what the other party said, Fang Mo seemed to not quite understand: "What do you mean?"

"If I am destroyed or cut off..." Altria said, "Does that mean I will disappear completely? Even the correct history of me pulling out that sword will disappear along with it?"

"this……"

This really stumped Fang Mo. After all, he wasn't very clear about the plot and settings of FGO, but he felt that it shouldn't be possible, right?

"Don't you know that, too?"

Seeing that Fang Mo seemed to be confused, Altria also sighed.

"It's okay. It's okay."

But soon, Fang Mo didn't care and just waved his hand: "Just do whatever you want to do. If anything goes wrong, I can help you."

"What's the meaning?"

Altria was also obviously stunned when she heard this: "Why...why are you helping me like this?"

"If I have to say it, I think it's just fun."

Fang Mo propped his chin up and said, "If you want to go back to the past, I can help you. Even if it develops into a Lostbelt in the end, it doesn't matter. Pan-human history wants to tailor this world, so let the restraining force cede this world to me. Compared to the White Land, your world is as small as a speck of dust... But of course, all this comes at a price."

"What's the price?"

It was obvious that Altria was really moved.

"I'm curious about what you will do then." Fang Mo suddenly laughed when he said this: "If you are willing to let me spy on you all the time, then we have a deal."

"What does voyeurism mean?"

Altria asked with some confusion.

"Well..."

Fang Mo touched his chin, then snapped his fingers. The TV of Hayakawa Aki's house was transmitted over without warning. Then the TV screen flickered, and finally Altria's confused expression appeared.

"Wait, this is me?"

Altria seemed to react after seeing this.

"That's it anyway." Fang Mo casually spread his hands. "As you can see, I don't have any special hobbies. I just like to watch the fun. If you are willing to live broadcast the entire process of changing history, then I will help you."

"Is that all?"

Altria's thoughts were relatively simple after all, so she immediately nodded and said, "Okay, no problem!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Fang Mo really couldn't hold it back this time, he laughed and patted the armrest of the throne: "Okay, okay, okay, as long as you agree, then you can take these two things, just consider them as gifts from me..."

Talking over here.

Fang Mo raised his hand and threw two things at the other party.

"What?"

Altria took them subconsciously and found that they were a book and a spherical object respectively. On the book were four large gold-plated characters printed: Magnetic Field Rotating!

"This... is the technique that Miss Baizi practices?!"

Altria was obviously surprised when she saw this, and then she subconsciously looked at the spherical object, and found that there was a very abstract human face on it, staring at her with an expression that she couldn't explain. She always felt it was inexplicably absurd and weird: "What is this again?"

"Oh, you're talking about this."

Fang Mo looked at the funny fruit that had been realized, and explained confidently: "This is a cultivation item that is taken together with the exercises. Its name is, uh..."

"...Magnetic Field Dao Fruit."