Chapter 513 Reluctant

Obviously, he was asking seriously.

Kraden also thought that Leah was inexplicable, but after experiencing the torture of Sofia, he felt that people with high meme levels probably kept talking nonsense every day, so he could just treat them as unreasonable old people.

"You asked me if the world still needs to exist? Of course it does. Plants can't die just because they experience a storm. If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up."

"Look at me. I used to be a gambler. I didn't do anything illegal. I had a wife and children at home. Did I want to gamble? It was because I really had no money, so I had to rely on these to change my life. Then I won a lot of money and bought them food, shelter, clothes and daily necessities.

Later, when I got pollution disease, they didn't despise me. They avoided the group of people in the Order Association every day and thought of ways to treat me.

Do you think I can abandon them? Everyone has their own loved ones or things. These are our spiritual pillars. Only with these can we be called human beings.

I am afraid of death. I am an insignificant little character. I think if the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. But if that day really comes, I will protect them without hesitation, because for my family, I am the tallest one..."

Kladen seemed to be reminiscing. He took out a pocket watch from his pocket, which contained photos of his wife and children.

There, a not-so-pretty woman and a not-so-pretty child smiled brightly, holding a black and white puppy in the direction of the camera, and making a "yeah" gesture. Although ordinary, it was precious.

Riya also looked at little Shival: "Spiritual support?"

Remembering these things is enough to maintain humanity and be called a human, but if one day...

He will forget.

He will merge the godhood and become the original. No, it is better to say that there will be a battle between him and the original. Either he will die or the original will die, and both will only bring the same ending.

How can such a dead end be solved.

Riya does not like the feeling of being arranged like a puppet or a chess piece. Invisibly, too many threads have been added to his body, penetrating into his bones and soul, deeply entangled with it, and can't be pulled apart.

And the thread behind the scenes is neither the Old One nor the Outer God.

It is the script of fate.

Being able to survive among many souls and become the only "power holder" is Riya's misfortune, but it is also an incomparable advantage.

In the past, he was not very willing to think about why it was him, but now, he must take a good look at his own uniqueness.

Why me?

Why must it be me?

Can anyone else do it except me?

What is different about me from others?

Riya turned his head and looked at Little Shival. The identity of this mythical creature was undoubtedly special, and it could descend from the starry sky as soon as it sensed his breath.

At that time, Riya had just crawled out of the grave not long ago, and the red moon was shining in the sky. According to Red Moon's later statement, His appearance was to stop Little Shival from rushing to the blue star, which was the new earth.

After Shival descended, he changed his appearance, was born from the twisted flesh and blood of the extraordinary creature, and then couldn't wait to entangle Riya.

Riya is related to the godhead, and Shival has been looking for Riya from the beginning, so what is the connection between Shival and the original?

In a trance, Riya seemed to have a flash of elusive light in his mind. He felt that he was about to discover something extraordinary, and perhaps Red Moon itself knew the real answer.

But the next second, Little Shival suddenly stretched out his claws to cover his eyes.

"Gu--"

The real Riya no longer exists. His current body comes from the divine nature, but even so, the mythical creature can still sense what Riya is worried about. He subconsciously fears forgetting, and forgetting is the most terrible thing.

Shival will not let Riya forget himself. Even if Riya forgets, he will go to show his presence and let him know himself again. It doesn't matter how many times this step is repeated. Anyway, little Shival has lived for a long time, and he doesn't care about time.

It will always be with him.

As for the enemy... Wherever the Lord of Trade's sword points to, it is its enemy.

"Gugu!"

Little Shival fluttered his wings and called twice. Riya reached out and patted his head gently: "Sooner or later, I will know all the truth, but before that--"

Riya looked at Kraden again and said very seriously: "This world can't just perish like this."

"Oh..." Kraden felt that Riya's words were inexplicable, and he had no idea that his words just now had influenced the fate of existing humans.

In the following time, Riya seemed to have figured it out, squandering his savings, and regardless of whether the gains were equal to the input, he did not think about how to create higher value for himself.

He was just consuming purely, spending money to buy himself happiness, but the price of this happiness was not to be underestimated.

Memetic pollution.

Kraden watched countless densely packed eyes appear on Riya's skin, those eyes were weirdly and wildly turning around, and even began to bulge out and were about to turn into eyeballs and fall off.

Riya himself remained calm, smiling and raising his glass to the waiter in front of him, as calm as a black fox with ease.

What is this little pollution? If you can't even resist this most common memetic pollution, how can you fight against the end of the world.

If he can change the pollution influence on Kraden, then he can change himself.

It's just money, he doesn't care——

Riya tried hard to fight against the memetic pollution, and Kraden watched helplessly as more and more eyes appeared on Riya's body, and the light became stronger and stronger. The rich gold gathered in one place, and the dark tentacles in the shadow of the young man were extremely hideous, which made Kraden tremble with fear.

"Lord Kercha, please don't force yourself anymore. This kind of thing really can't be forced!"

"Can't force it?"

Riya opened his eyes with difficulty, and double pupils appeared in the whites of his eyes.

He showed a slightly neurotic smile, but his voice was still as calm as always: "How can it be forced? The god who controls trade and gold is the master of trade and gold. I control them, not them controlling me."

"When it comes to money, no one is qualified to bargain with me, not even money itself."

Yes, even money itself is not qualified to influence the Lord of Trade.

The strong emotions he exuded worsened his own pollution. At this moment, the waiters were frantically asking for wealth from all parties as if they were about to die, and ordinary people became extremely generous and gave away their money.

Because at this moment, everyone knew one thing.

The main course was coming.