Chapter 168

But his intuition was absolutely right, and now no matter how he looked at it, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that this dog was mean and had a face that would be a pity if he didn't beat it up.

The player had no psychological burden on beating monsters. He took out the sharp claw knife from his pocket and was ready to see blood. His momentum and attitude were so fierce that those who heard it were sad, and those who saw it couldn't help but stand up to stop this blasphemous behavior.

"What do you want to do." The priest who brought the player here finally showed up, and it was unknown how long he had been watching.

"Do something happy."

The player's performance was not harmless in front of Bruce at all. He was like a mirror, reflecting the attitude of others.

And Dick didn't think there was anything wrong. After all, his experience and education were problematic, so he was a sharp claw instead of a nightwing, and he was not so kind, let alone a vigilante.

As long as the Messiah didn't grow up to be a guy like Night Owl, there would be no problem.

Even because of the little episode just now, the label of Messiah being easy to deceive in his eyes was still not taken off. The priest was not a serious priest at first glance, so it was normal for the player to want to protect himself.

(Jason Todd, who was wearing priest clothes and not a proper priest in the church far away in the AK universe: A-choo!)

The visitor was still pious to the Lord, and no matter how gentle his tone was, he could not hide his dissatisfaction, "You are obviously the savior chosen by the Lord."

"And then?" Messiah asked.

Then the player talked to death. He was not a saint to begin with, so he didn't need to care about the expectations that were inexplicably placed on him.

Today, he only cared about whether Bruce could sleep early tonight.

Even though he felt that the priest was dawdling, the player couldn't help but urge him, "Since you called me here, what are you going to give me?"

[Unit-01. ]

This sudden and unpleasant name made the player subconsciously look for the direction of the sound.

Then his eyes fell on the puppy at his feet, and the player found that the name of the Samoyed on the other's head had changed to God.

His previous intuition was indeed correct, but the player didn't expect God to appear in person, and in the image of a puppy.

In my cognition, I thought that such beings as them would have a grand appearance, such as colorful fireworks behind them and background music.

He picked up the small animal's neck meat, and the man and the dog looked at each other for a while, and then the dog continued to talk.

"Hello."

Messiah was also very polite, so he also replied, "Hello."

"You just came to me and called me over with an excuse."

"It's not an excuse, you really lost something important." The dog continued to talk.

The blue eyes narrowed, and the player's tone became dangerous, "So my coming to this universe is not just an accident."

"Don't you like it?"

"No, I like it very much." Messiah's smile was sincere. He was indeed very happy these days, but as soon as he changed his voice, the blade in his hand had been thrown out, rubbing the priest's cheek and inserted into the wall.

He did not choose to kill the dog, after all, it was just a puppy.

Containers like this, they can make as many as they want.

"Tell me, why did you show up this time? To make a long story short, I have to go back before dusk. I have a night patrol today."

"I thought you would say something like you hate having your fate controlled." The dog said, "Do you want memories? Not the so-called plots, but your real memories before you became a player."

"That's what really belongs to you."

"It's annoying, but isn't it ridiculous to tell you? I should go and act like a spoiled child to Jason or Bruce."

The Messiah is very sober. Those who get angry, cry, and throw tantrums in the face of difficulties, and say things like "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west" and so on, are meaningless.

This behavior is more like a bluff of weakness, too stupid.

"Then aren't you curious about your past?"

Messiah looked at the dog in front of him, "Why do you say this is the most important thing to me?"

"No, this evaluation is not your judgment. It's... my judgment, right?"

"I think the memory of the past is important."

When a puzzle is obtained, the player will naturally peek at his whole picture and keep thinking. He thinks that such an uncertain judgment is not like the style of a God.

Who knows what is most important to him? Of course, it is himself.

The other party is still dog-like, and did not respond to Messiah's questioning, but spoke again.

"That's right, this universe, the entire multiverse can be a playground for you."

"You always have the power to quit at any time."

Messiah was thinking, and the worst guess in his mind became clearer and clearer, and what kind of existence he was.

"You want me to quit, why? Because I'm getting stronger and more uncontrollable."

"What? You're so perceptive. You've discovered my reverse erosion of the system."

The player didn't think the system had noticed the problem, otherwise it wouldn't be so quiet. He also realized that God must have done something to the system, and now that guy is as quiet as if he were dead.

"But I don't want it." Messiah's tone was willful, like a picky child.

God was not surprised. This conversation was more like an attempt to test the player's attitude towards the universe.

"Why, don't you know your past, what you are?" This time it was the priest who spoke, and he seemed unable to understand why Messiah made such a light choice.

"Don't you want to escape from such a controlled fate? Don't you want power?" The tone was so unbelievable, as if Messiah had just done something unacceptable.

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