My card is refined [unlimited]

Soil of the world?

Su Mingxuan coldly scanned the rows of glass jars—only he and Laclay were in the room at the moment, and the blue light from the ceiling shone on the jars, reflecting the meat inside strangely and coldly.

Are these things made with life worthy of being called "the soil of the world"?

"I know what you're thinking." The god put the [soil] in his hand back on the shelf, and approached Su Mingxuan, "but what you see is only the surface."

"You thought that 【Ran】was made by the life of players or NPCs, but in fact——"

The god put his hand on the young man's face, "Your origin is [earth]."

"The so-called production with life is actually just going back to the most original state of the player and npc. Of course-the method of going back may seem a little cruel to you."

Su Mingxuan took a step back, avoiding the touch of the gods, he lowered his gaze, and cast his gaze to the floor.

"We are the soil of the world?" He trembled his eyelids, "It's really an honor to give such a name to ordinary life like us."

Laclei lowered her gaze.

He stretched out his hand to brush away the young man's somewhat long bangs, and put them behind his ears, revealing his red eyes.

"I don't need to lie to you. It won't do me any good to mislead your perception." He said softly, "Haven't you always been curious about the reality of the card world?"

"I said that you will know soon, and now you can know, about the card world, and about you."

Su Mingxuan looked up at the god.

The face of the other party is also top-notch handsome in the crowd. Standing in the crowd, I don’t know how many men and women will be fascinated - but Su Mingxuan knows that this is definitely not the real appearance of a god, whether it is the prototype or the human form, he is not alone human beings can remember.

No... is he really human?

In other words, is there really a concept of human beings?

"Remember the red water pouring down from the sky in the central square in the player's main city?" the god said slowly.

"Just like human beings need to eat, we also need it, and red water is the energy source of the gods. But it is too rare in the universe, and it is impossible to maintain the normal needs of the gods, resulting in the demise of many of my kindred. "

"And 200 years ago—in your sense of time. 200 years ago, we discovered an unconscious world in the universe, which had its own set of rules, maintained an orderly operation, and most importantly , it can produce red water independently."

"That's the current card world."

As the god spoke, he stretched out his hand in front of the young man's eyes, bringing his consciousness into nothingness, and what appeared in Su Mingxuan's eyes at this moment was a huge universe.

The bright galaxy caught his eyes, the ancient and distant light passed through the seas, and the countless stars in front of him formed a huge "card", and the red water flowed through every place, between the stars. The gurgling flow——Hui Hong, shocked, made him unable to speak.

This is not the first time for Su Mingxuan to come to nothingness. When he was taken away by the gods in the god card, he passed through the nothingness. At that time, he had no chance to see such a scene, but now the gods brought him to see it.

"This is the whole picture of the card world." Su Mingxuan was still immersed in the scene in front of him, put an arm around his waist, and brought him into his arms, "That is the red water, and the stars it entwines , is a copy."

"We found out that this world can produce red water, so we tried to occupy it, but failed."

Laclei raised his hand to wipe Su Mingxuan's eyes, and brought him back.

The young man raised his head in a trance, looked at the god who was hugging him, blinked his sore eyes, and was gently covered by a hand, his eyes fell into darkness, and the voice in his ear became more clear.

"Although it has no self-awareness, its rules are quite perfect. We spent a lot of energy to seize half of its control, but it can be regarded as a relationship of restraint and cooperation with the card world."

"We help it manage the world and maintain order, and it produces red water in exchange."

Laclay gently stroked Su Mingxuan's hair, with a few strands of hair wrapped around his fingertips. The person in his arms was silent, with his mouth slightly open, his eyes were covered by him, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"But the amount of red water is always insufficient, and its production cycle is too slow. In order to maintain the basis of survival, we held games."

"...Game?" Su Mingxuan started with a hoarse voice, "Like this, a cruel, elimination game?"

The god did not respond positively, but continued to speak.

"We made countless players, NPCs, and monsters using the raw material of the red water—that is, [soil], and put them in each copy."

"The moment life appeared in the card world, its rules automatically evolved and turned into a so-called game system to guide players to adapt to the card world."

"But it also restrains the gods from interfering with the dungeon and catalyzes the production of red water."

"Those dungeon monsters are failed products, and the so-called NPCs are immature [soil], and those mature [soil], that is, players, are producers of red water."

"NPC transforming players is from immaturity to maturity, from being controlled by the system copy, to having your own self-awareness. In the process of your death, whether you are killed by the copy or die naturally, it is A process that produces red water."

"And after the death of the npc and the player, it will return to the original source, that is [soil], and at the same time - bring a lot of red water to the card world."

The corrosive red liquid that flowed out of the monster that Su Mingxuan killed in the city of lies at the end was also immature red water.

"..." Su Mingxuan tightened his fingers, and suddenly pushed the god away.

He didn't know whether it was anger or what, but his eyes were red, "So?"

Even the voice trembled.

"So when you say that, you want to tell me that the card world is just your farm, are we all just livestock raised by the gods?"

"Because you need red water, you made us out of [soil]!" he yelled at the god.

"After giving us life, they want us to die!"

"With a supreme attitude of the creator, we are casually sentenced to our death!" Su Mingxuan clenched his fists and stared at the other party closely, "Then it's better not to let us have self-awareness in the first place, and to be a head I only know how to eat, drink, and be raised to be fat and fat, and the pig that was slaughtered in the end will be fine!"

Even though he knew how the gods treated them as ants before that, he never imagined that the truth was like this.

Su Mingxuan suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

It seems that from the very beginning, his final destiny has been arranged by the so-called creator. No matter how he hovers on the brink of death and struggles in crisis after crisis, he cannot escape the doomed ending.

That is the nutrient of becoming a god.

So what's the use of all his hard work, anyway...he will die in the end, right?

"No." The god who was yelled at was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously retorted, "It's not like that."

"The rules of the card world are becoming more and more perfect. Sooner or later, such a game will appear. We just catalyzed its progress. All the rules are made by the card world itself, and we cannot change it."

"Actually, we just wanted to make the monsters in the dungeon at the beginning. That's how the monsters in 'Poker' came about. However, because the monsters destroyed the dungeon wantonly, in order to maintain the balance, the card world let us use [Rang ], players and npcs were also produced."

"Your consciousness is not given by us, and the gods are just a race in the vast universe. Even without us, players and npcs will appear in the card world sooner or later."

"I..." Laclei wanted to say something, but when his eyes touched Su Mingxuan's expression, he was momentarily dumbfounded.

"Then what your Majesty means is that all of this is an arrangement of natural rules." Su Mingxuan sneered and said self-deprecatingly, "Then I am standing in front of you now, is it also an arrangement of rules?"

"If it was the natural evolution of the card world that caused me to become a player, and finally died in the dungeon for some reason, then I have nothing to say, it is fate, who knows for sure."

"But the gods still interfere with the card world, don't they?"

"You are coming face to face with me now and telling me the truth about the card world. What is your purpose?" He asked, but obviously he was not prepared to let the gods answer him, "The purpose, let me think about it, do you want me to accept my fate and accept you? The arrangement, to die at the end, and feed you as food? I think as No.1, I can produce a lot of red water."

"Perhaps I don't know how many gods are staring at this fat piece of me, just waiting for me to die someday." Su Mingxuan raised his head, and the emotional fluctuations in his tone just now disappeared, "Your so-called doting on me, you have protected me all the way from being The harm of other gods is just because I don't want my piece of fat to be snatched away by other gods."

"Then I know the truth now, and I'm mentally prepared, you come and kill me."

His eyes were full of sarcasm, "I have endured it for so long, can't I wait?"

Su Mingxuan stared at the silent god for a while, closed his eyes, raised his head, and exposed his neck, as if he was indeed waiting for the imminent death as if he was abandoning himself.

His kitten - waiting for him to kill him.

The god narrowed his pupils. He stared at the young man's face. His eyes moved from the corners of the reddish eyes to the ears with studs, and then to the slender neck.

Because of the nervousness, the young man's Adam's apple was moving up and down, his blood vessels sank, his skin looked very pale, full of anxiety.

The gods stretched out their hands in a strange way, their fingertips touched the neck, and pressed it lightly a few times, the body under the hand trembled, resisting something, and did not dodge.

His hand rested on the young man's neck, and the human body was as fragile as paper to the gods, as if he could end this life with just a slight force.

kill him?

There was such a voice in Lacle's heart.

"..." He chuckled lightly and took a step forward.

The god lowered his head and approached the young man, and the hand on it moved back and pressed against the back of the young man's neck.

Then he opened his mouth and bit on the trembling Adam's apple.