The new name was engraved on the monument.
“Mu Ke: the inventor of ‘Tribal War Chess’, the founder of the Colosseum, a lonely genius inventor.”
With just a simple line of words, it recorded the unremarkable life of the pixelated character.
But in Lu Yao’s eyes, he was always the game-loving kid who wanted to win love by rolling dice.
Mu Ke never understood how to win a woman.
Lu Yao continued to wait.
Not long after, the death god Scott arrived at the theater where Mu Ke died in Yao City.
“Outside the Southern Desert, there is a city of the dead called Sanilo…”
Scott was already very skilled in this persuasive process.
But Mu Ke said, “I am very grateful for the second chance given by the gods, but I am tired and don’t want to leave here.”
“I was born here, and I died here.”
“This Colosseum is everything to me.”
“I want to stay here and quietly watch it, see what it will become. I want to count how many people will like it and how many people will hate it.”
“Even if I go to the city of the dead, I still won’t learn how to get along with women.”
“Please forgive me for my final stubbornness, gods.”
Scott reminded him, “If you stay here, you will slowly fall asleep until you completely merge into the sea of death. At that time, you will never be able to wake up again.”
“Even so, will you give up this precious opportunity?”
Mu Ke insisted, “Just let me stay alone. Thank you for the kindness of the gods.”
He bowed.
Lu Yao had also seen a few dead people who refused to enter Sanilo.
Some were tired of living in crowds and wanted to be alone.
Some wanted to explore the world in a different way. After all, in this relatively backward era, they had no chance or ability to do so while alive.
Some were simply lazy and didn’t want to move or adapt to new unknown places.
…
At the beginning, when they heard the invitation from the messengers of Sanilo, the dead little people were ecstatic and would definitely follow.
The land of the gods, the eternal place, endless life, each word represented unparalleled attraction.
With the progress of the pixelated civilization, the little people’s thinking abilities and personalities continued to develop, and gradually more independent-minded people emerged. They dared to make choices after death.
The death god Scott no longer advised and left.
Mu Ke suddenly called him, “Mr. Scott, please wait.”
“Do you have something else?”
Mu Ke said cautiously, “Um, if I change my mind and want to go to Sanilo later, is it still possible?”
Scott said, “Of course. Sanilo welcomes you.”
“If you change your mind, please go to the monument, I will be around there. I can take you to Sanilo when the time comes.”
“As long as I am still stationed in Sanilo, this will not change.”
“That’s great!”
A smile appeared on Mu Ke’s translucent body, and he bowed, “Then I’ll trouble you! I’m really sorry!”
Lu Yao: “…”
Just now I praised you for seeing through the world and being free-spirited, but now you’re being timid.
You really are a game-loving kid.
You’ve been studying games your whole life, and Mu Ke also understands the rules of player testing.
…
The night was long.
Lu Yao’s body now had a more acute sense of perception than before. Once he concentrated his attention, he would enter a state of forgetting himself and the world.
In this state, he became extremely sensitive to subtle changes in the surroundings, able to grasp any movement.
But once he relaxed, he would also feel mentally exhausted.
Lu Yao was gradually adapting to his ever-changing body.
He estimated that there would be new changes once the population increased.
There were already some clues at the moment.
Lu Yao looked at the bed.
The heat flow formed by the power of faith slowly circulated through his body, creating a complete internal and external cycle, revealing scenes that should not be here.
He saw the dried-up riverbed again, but this time he didn’t see the black mud monster.
Lu Yao stood up and stretched his limbs, effortlessly doing a one-handed handstand for a while.
Then he returned to the computer and opened the temple.
There were four apostle avatars in the temple.
From left to right, they were Isabella, Blood Knight Neville, Snowman Jimmy, and Skeleton Craftsman Phileas.
At this moment, a dialogue box appeared above Phileas’ avatar.
“God Yao, I have found the trace of the Silk God!”
Lu Yao double-clicked on Phileas’ avatar, and the screen switched to an underground area in the Eastern Continent.
Phileas controlled the Skeleton King Jiu to move underground, so the god’s perspective could only see Jiu’s name.
Lu Yao typed in the dialogue box.
– Speak.
Receiving a response from the god, an exclamation mark appeared above the skeleton’s head.
“God Yao, the statue of the Silk God is right here underground.”
“The Bone Worm has locked the location.”
“The statue is being carried by an Earth Element Apostle and is constantly moving underground to hide. That should be the Silk God’s last apostle.”
Phileas described the basic situation.
Lu Yao noticed that the Silk God seemed to have no intention of fighting back. He had been burrowing underground to escape.
Could it be that this was a way to avoid miracle attacks?
Is this how the gods are?
As Lu Xun said, for a drowning dog, one must not show mercy. They must be beaten!
Lu Yao immediately mobilized his manpower and began the second operation to besiege the Silk God.The God of Tassels had fallen from his rank and became a novice deity, thus he had the common weaknesses and limitations of a novice deity.
For instance, all his mobility came from the Apostles.
Therefore, Lu Yao’s main target was the Earth Elemental Apostle.
For this, he sent out the Blood Knight as the main attacker, with Phileas controlling the Skeleton King as the secondary attacker.
The Skeleton King had already dug out an underground tunnel, allowing the Blood Knight to quickly approach the target.
Lu Yao clicked on the Blood Knight, stopping the view above his head.
Soon, a “In Battle” sign appeared above the Blood Knight’s head.
Lu Yao switched to the battle interface.
Facing the Blood Knight was a large, yellow-brown multi-legged creature.
It looked somewhat like a flat-headed scorpion, with a mushroom-shaped stone statue — naturally, the statue of the God of Tassels — fixed on its broad back.
……
【Apostle LV27】Gatelo
Health: 1884/1884
Mana: 105/238
Damage: 20
Defense: 17
Speed: 12
【Thick Skin】
Innately has high health.
【Earth Elemental】
Gains a constantly regenerating protective shell in an earth elemental environment.
【Burrow】
Can flexibly burrow underground, speed unaffected.
【Advanced Immunity LV1】
Has a chance to avoid damage and a high probability of being unaffected by spell abilities.
……
The sight of Gatelo carrying the statue reminded Lu Yao of the Giant Land Turtle, one of the nine sons of the dragon.
Facing the aggressive Blood Knight and Skeleton King, a dialogue box popped up above Apostle Gatelo’s head.
“Wait!”
“We don’t have to fight!”
“I mean no harm, I’m just here on the orders of the 【Whistleblower】 to find the key to the 【Golden Plains】! So far, I have no clues.”
“You are a powerful deity, I am willing to become your subordinate, offering you my faith and loyalty!”
Lu Yao stroked his chin.
It seemed that the God of Tassels was desperate and had started to beg for mercy.
But well.
This trick of pretending to surrender was too old-fashioned. Did he think I would fall for it?
Underestimating me, huh?
Just as Gatelo was trying to negotiate, a snowman riding a white horse appeared behind him. Jimmy’s red glove grabbed the statue and quickly fled.
Lu Yao saw that his faith had increased by 729 in the upper right corner of the interface.
A dialogue box appeared above Gatelo’s head: “Why!!”
“You rule-breaking bastard, a wicked god with no dignity of the strong! How can a god like you exist, you are the shame of all gods, the world’s tumor……”
The other party went completely mad, starting a typing war.
However, the God of Tassels’ ability to insult was too weak, leaving Lu Yao completely unmoved.
He directly cast 60 【Lightning】 spells, precisely killing Apostle Gatelo.