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Chapter 1793: Game Over
Mirror Disaster!
Upon hearing these two words, Yuzuri Takishiro's heart skipped a beat.
As one of the former controllers of 【Pure Land】, he was naturally all too familiar with it—but hadn't Mirror Disaster been hunted down at Sunken Dragon Pass all those years ago? How could they have survived?
"Yuzuri Takishiro, I've heard your name many times." Aimemeimei spoke slowly. "Two years ago, when Mirror Disaster used me as your replacement to restart the Artificial God Project, I read your file. Drug experiments,榨取潜力,透支生命…… At that moment, I knew we were the same kind of people."
"So the laboratory underground actually exists?" Yuzuri Takishiro frowned. "How did you escape?"
Aimemeimei shook her head. "I didn't escape… In the final moments of the experiment, I used my ability to kill him.
He thought he could control me through pharmaceutical means, making me obediently become his test subject, but he underestimated me far too much… For me, I'd rather die in that laboratory than become his plaything!
He made me inject drugs, made me cooperate with experiments, and I did it all—purely to grow stronger! Strong enough to kill him in a single strike!
Two years. I grew from a fourteen-year-old child into what looks like someone in their late twenties. Finally, I got my chance. During the final experiment, my spiritual power had crossed the threshold of the apex, on the verge of entering the divine realm. I took advantage of his excitement and joy and directly manipulated his emotions to kill him!
He died, and I had no more drugs to sustain my life, but I didn't care… I only knew that I was free.
Later, when I was about to die of illness in that basement, a little yellow figure on an electric scooter found me. When I woke up again, I was already in this world."
After hearing Aimemeimei's words, Yuzuri Takishiro gazed up at the sky in a daze. If what Aimemeimei said was true, then the subsequent events should have been Lu Wuwei bringing her to Guan Zai, who then converted her consciousness into data for backup and uploaded it into this game…
Strictly speaking, Aimemeimei had died long ago. The beautiful girl before him was merely game data preserving partial memories and settings. But why was Guan Zai revealing this data to him at this moment?
"Why tell me all this?" Yuzuri Takishiro asked.
Aimemeimei took a deep breath and spoke word by word: "Because you… are simply too pathetic!!"
Yuzuri Takishiro stood frozen in place.
"You possess the power to rewrite this world! Yet you don't use it! You're a first-generation Artificial God, your ability's ceiling is even higher than mine! The other two players had their power diminished by Guan Zai, but in this game, you were meant to be the protagonist! As long as you wanted, you could use your own rules to change the world's rules, yet you're still here with a small pistol trying to kill me!
Do you know why Guan Zai designed me with such overpowered skills and game requirements that are so unfavorable to you?! It's because he wants to force you to abandon your gamer mindset and use your true power!
The God of Games should create rules! Rewrite rules! A player who only knows how to obediently follow rules others have designed will never become a God of Games!!"
Aimemeimei's furious voice echoed through the venue.
Yuzuri Takishiro lowered his head in the crowd, silent for a long while, a hint of helplessness surfacing in his eyes.
Slowly, he rose from the crowd, removing his disguise cap. His waterfall-like white hair散落 with each step, instantly drawing the attention of Aimemeimei and others on stage.
Aimemeimei's gaze fell upon him, as if realizing something, and she immediately looked away. But strangely, Yuzuri Takishiro wasn't instantly killed by that momentary glance. His form flickered and he passed through the crowd, arriving on stage.
"So… you're here to help me become a god?" Yuzuri Takishiro stared directly into her eyes.
"Why didn't you die?" Aimemeimei frowned, counterasking.
"Skill 1's judgment condition is to eliminate hostile targets… Right now, I don't consider myself your enemy." Yuzuri Takishiro spoke softly. "Actually, you made one mistake just now… Uncle Guan designed these rules not just to force out my potential. He's a game designer, and he would never design a completely unsolvable game.
Actually, killing you isn't difficult at all. The answer is hidden in the question itself."
Yuzuri Takishiro pointed toward below the stage, at the confused and bewildered audience. At some point, the entire concert venue had fallen into dead silence.
"From the very beginning, the game background stated that our objective here was to crack down on lip-syncing… This wasn't a joke, because all your abilities are based on the fans' 'fanatical' emotions. As long as their fervor subsides, your power will be greatly diminished.
My earlier conversation with you wasn't just buying time… It was also meant to make them see your true face. Actually, when you killed Qingzhu-ge and Qiye-ge, your emotions had already started to lose control, right? You下意识地 abandoned your sweet and cute disguise because you never expected those two to give you so much trouble under such overwhelming rules.
As an idol, losing emotional control means your persona collapses… Combined with what you just said, their fervor toward you has already begun to wane.
Didn't you notice that you've already exited the 'Berserk' state?"
Upon hearing this final sentence, Aimemeimei froze. She looked up at her status above—and sure enough, the 'Berserk' status indicator had dimmed. All her data had returned to normal, and her HP had dropped to less than 200.
At this point, if Yuzuri Takishiro fired his gun once more, she would be dead for certain.
But Yuzuri Takishiro didn't do it.
The silver-white pistol in his hand dissolved into thin air. He stood firm in the center of the stage, gazing at Aimemeimei before him, and spoke word by word:
"Do you… want to get out?"
"What?"
"Leave the virtual game world and return to reality."
Upon hearing these words, Aimemeimei's first instinct was to shake her head. "How is that possible… This body is just a predetermined data program. Without the code, I'm nothing."
"Didn't you say it yourself? The God of Games creates rules and rewrites rules."
"You…" Aimemeimei was stunned, then as if remembering something: "You've comprehended the Law of Games?!"
"There is no such thing as the Law of Games in this world. But perhaps, I can create it on my own… Though the debugging process might be very complex, and I don't have much confidence." Yuzuri Takishiro looked up at the emptiness and smiled faintly. "In any case, thank you… Uncle Guan."
The moment these words fell, silver-white ribbons drifted out from within his body. Looking closely, one would realize they weren't ribbons at all, but rather tides of game settings, densely packed and stacked together, wrapping around Yuzuri Takishiro's form like waves!
At the same time, Aimemeimei's form also glowed. A prompt floated above her head:
Skill 7: 【Divine Cocoon · Law Editor】: When player Yuzuri Takishiro enters Law Creation state, Aimemeimei's entire computing power will be devoted to assisting corrections, testing the birth of laws, until the final trial run is complete.
Seeing this prompt, Aimemeimei's expression was complex beyond words.
"You'd better keep your word…"
She gazed at the white-haired boy enveloped within the game settings. After a long moment, she finally sighed. Her form slowly drifted toward him… When her lips touched Yuzuri Takishiro's cheek, her body instantly transformed into countless lines of code, merging into the game settings.
The next moment, the flickering game settings completely wrapped around Yuzuri Takishiro's body, forming a massive cocoon that shielded him within.
The illusory game scenes shattered inch by inch…