There must be something wrong with my krypton game

If a four-dimensional creature really exists and can easily travel across time and space, what would it be?

The answer is, God.

The rules of the world are independent but interoperable, and the bridge connecting each other is in their hands.

He prepared the foreshadowing early in the morning.

After completing enough mainline tasks and collecting enough energy, they will unite the worlds, and then use the rules of the game to slaughter everyone and become the gods of that new world.

He could be a god, the system thought so.

So he must not fall here, no matter what, he must continue to survive.

The moment Kanda Chuanyu chose to uninstall the game, the system resolutely chose to turn most of its own programs into energy, break through the dividing line between worlds, and enter the long-selected host body in the form of a weak virus body, waiting Last chance.

Then, at last, the night came.

It was too late to develop more downlines, the flesh/body swelled out of shape, large and small lumps of flesh and tumors generally filled half the room, he was still innocent, but he was no longer innocent.

At the moment of dying, the ghost king's thinking was occupied by the systemized virus, and the only thing left was the crazy desire to survive, like a forest under a mountain fire, blazing half of the sky.

survive.Live, live.

He thought so.

It thinks so.

survive.survive.survive.

The sarcoma continued to swell outwards, connecting into fleshy tubes, engulfing every living thing he touched, and injecting the ghost king's blood into it.

It swelled from one room, squeezed out the door frame, squeezed out the window frame, and clung to the hospital wall.

Fu Heihui took a few nurses to protect the remaining patients in the hospital to evacuate urgently, but the speed of the meat tube spreading was getting faster and faster. He summoned a man elephant, and after the flood, the speed of the meat tube did not slow down at all.

It seemed that only the blade in his hand could inflict damage on this monster.

He cut off the tentacles that were trying to extend backwards, gritted his teeth and shouted to the nurse behind him to run quickly, and took a step forward, preparing to meet the enemy alone.

Before taking the second step, he was strangled by the collar.

Behind him, Fu Heisher grabbed his collar, took the blade from his hand, and threw it back and forth.

"Idiot." He lazily picked out his ears, and threw the person back, "Just hide behind me, kid, that's your place."

Fu Heihui staggered two steps, glanced at him, turned around, and shouted to the nurse, "What are you doing, run!"

The nurse was shaking like a sieve, crying and saying, "But...but...there are too many people..."

There are only four nurses on the night shift on the first floor, even if all the stretchers are used, it is still not enough to transfer all the patients.

Fu Heihui closed his eyes and opened them again, took a deep breath, and calmly made a judgment, "Go! Give as many as you can! Let's go!"

Pushing the stretcher to the elevator entrance, the arrival indicator light just turned on.

The door opened, and looking around, the elevator was full of people in black suits.

Before Fu Heihui realized what was going on, dense footsteps sounded, and a minute later, countless men in suits ran up the stairs.

They moved out of the way, and the red-haired young man pressed his hat and gave orders.

"Now, save people!"

The crowd dispersed.

After finishing speaking, his gaze scanned the circle, finally locked on Fu Heihui's face, and strode over.

"Are you Fu Heihui?"

Fu Heihui nodded subconsciously.

The young man with red hair took off his hat, "Chuya Zhongyuan, come with me, you still have other tasks to do."

After taking two steps, he realized that the people behind him hadn't followed, so he turned his head and said impatiently.

"What are you doing? Don't believe me?"

Fu Heihui: "...No."

Fu Heihui's eyes fell on the ground: "What are you doing on tiptoe?"

Nakahara Chuya: "... Who the hell are you calling on tiptoe!!"

Fu Heihui cleared his throat and asked seriously again, "Who are you? Why do you want to help us?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also put his hat back on and pressed down the brim, "I'm not helping you."

"Just to save the leader."

The larger the expansion of the meat ball, the more nutrients it needs, but it soon discovered that the nutrients it could touch gradually disappeared one by one!

The deformed sarcoma trembled like a roar, and suddenly expanded more times than usual. The exaggerated weight cracked the walls of the building, and the building sank into the soil and gradually sank.

It expanded aimlessly in every direction it could reach—only to find that it soon reached the ceiling.

It was a dark, thick semicircle, enveloping him and the hospital.

Xia Youjie fixed the last nail and took out the radio.

"Hey, the tent is ready—"

"Although the strength is definitely enough." He let go of the hair rope, stroked his sweat-soaked hair, and added helplessly, "Wu, don't go too far."

"I don't want to write another review this year."

In the semicircle, the white-haired man looked at the monster wriggling under his feet, and smiled lowly at the communicator.

"I know." Gojo Satoru said frivolously, "Have Hui and the others decided to evacuate?"

Xia Youjie nodded, "Well, you are the only one in the tent now."

"Oh, that's good." Wujo Satoru also nodded.

When is the strongest in the magic world?

A: When he is alone.

Gojo Satoru placed his middle finger on his index finger and raised the corners of his mouth.

"The field expands, and there is no limit to the space."

In the realm beyond time and space, in a piece of pure white, a human figure with a flashing neon barcode representing a malfunction is reflected.

He knelt on the ground, looked at the jumping lines on his body, moved his hands mechanically, hugged his head, and repeated incredulously.

"No... no... I... can't... die..."

As if seeing the savior suddenly, he stretched out his hand stiffly forward.

In front of him, Gojo Satoru stood there, looking down at him quietly.

His eyes widened in horror, "You—you—can't kill—me—"

"I-dead-yu-yu will-disappear-"

The reason why Kandagawa Yu reappeared in the world was because the game had not been completely uninstalled.

In other words, he still lives in this world as a "character", but he is no longer a player in this game.

Like grabbing a life-saving straw, the system grabbed Wutiaowu's trouser legs.

"No-can-kill-I-"

"cannot--"

Gojo Satoru just looked at him indifferently, and after a while, he squatted down gently.

Holding his chin, holding two fingers, he opened his hand expressionlessly.

The system caught him again.

Wujo Satoru broke him away.

The system went to catch him again.

"What do you think you are?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly asked.

The action of the system stopped halfway.

Gojo Satoru ignored him, and asked and answered in a brisk tone as if talking to himself, "Do you know? This question has troubled me for a long time."

Absolute rules, a perspective that can see through everything, and a life of self-awareness are born.

When he thinks about these, when he connects everything, he always feels very familiar.

very familiar.

When Wujo Satoru came into contact with the "book", after seeing other parallel worlds, and seeing the world's different endings, he finally understood where this sense of familiarity came from——

Rules, perspective, life.

Bondage, six eyes, curse.

"You." He said softly, "You think you exist, so you exist?"

The system seemed to realize something.

Young Master Wujo shook his head funny.

The system screamed, "No—impossible—no—"

"no."

The system struggled, "No—you don't—go on—"

"idiot."

Gojo Satoru grabbed his collar, ignored his obstruction, and cast a sympathetic look.

The system began to tremble uncontrollably.

Gojo Satoru stood up and let go of his hands.

The figure fell, but the ground seemed to disappear.

He fell and fell infinitely, and in the process of falling, his body gradually disappeared, and finally only a small piece of crystal remained, refracting colorful traces.

Gojo Satoru looked at him indifferently, and said softly before the last piece disappeared.

"You are just a curse born from You."

In countless parallel worlds, the resentment of countless dead clones gathered.

Without an afterlife, they created an afterlife for themselves.

They gave this boy all the best hopes and gave him the softest soul, but they couldn't restrain the growth of resentment.

Live, want to live.

To live, to live no matter what.

That is, the obsession with wanting to live even at the expense of everyone.

In the air, everything evaporates.