[Survival time of this simulation: 24 days]
[Congratulations on getting 290 free attribute points]
[Congratulations on getting 29 opportunities to draw talents]
The biggest gain from this simulation is to find out the points of resentment scattered around the world. Next, as long as they are defeated one by one, the doomsday crisis will be successfully resolved.
In addition, he also conducted an experiment at the World Hub.
He spent one trillion Morda coins on the Watcher Association, which was undoubtedly a huge sum of money. The entire circle of gods in the hub of the world was stirred up by him, but Morta never came to him from the beginning to the end.
Is it because the time was too short for Mo Da to notice?
Not too possible.
Because twenty days on the earth is equivalent to half a year in the world hub.
Moda is at least a powerful true god and shouldn't be so slow. If she were in other worlds where time flows more slowly, she would have more time to react.
So why didn't you come to him?
"Lu, help me deduce something."
All the Dawn Apostles are on this aircraft at the moment, and Lu is no exception. It is very convenient to use.
"Sir, may I ask what is going on?"
Lu Bi asked respectfully.
Lu was a little ashamed because he helped Wang Ran conduct deductions several times but failed to get any particularly valuable information.
"This matter is a bit complicated..."
It happened that the Apostles of Dawn were all here. Wang Ran thought for two seconds and simply explained the world hub in detail.
Finally, he asked: "I spent one trillion Mortar coins in the Watcher Association. It stands to reason that Mortar will come to me, but more than half a year has passed since the World Hub, and there has been no movement from Mortar. Why is this?" "
After listening to Wang Ran's words, Lu Hu's body trembled.
He seemed to be a different person, looking upward at a 45° angle, exuding a vicissitudes of temperament.
"She's not here..."
Lu murmured.
"What's the meaning?"
Wang Ran asked.
Lu gritted his teeth. He had reached his limit, but he didn't want to disappoint Wang Ran again.
Hold on a little longer!
Let me deduce a little more!
Damn her...
"Moda is not in the hub of the world!"
"She's trapped!"
After saying that, Lu rolled his eyes and passed out happily with the thought that "this news should be useful to adults".
The second leader helped Lu Lu from behind.
"He's mentally exhausted, so give him this recovery potion to drink."
Wang Ran took out a bottle of mental recovery potion from his personal storage. This was originally prepared for himself, but he didn't expect it to be used by Lu.
"grown ups--"
The second leader took the potion and looked touched.
"We are just your slaves..." he said tremblingly, "There is no need for you to be so nice to us, Lu can recover on his own."
Potion? Do we deserve to drink too?
Wang Ran was silent.
After two seconds, he said with a cold face: "Compared to this bottle of potion, I care more about Lu's body. Feed him quickly."
"Yes! Sir!"
The second leader looked down at Lu, who was still unconscious, his eyes full of envy.
Lu Neng can drink the potion given by the Lord himself!
What an honor it is!
Why wasn't I the one who fainted?
The second leader sighed secretly.
He thought to himself that since you didn't say anything about taking back the empty medicine bottle, I can treasure the medicine bottle with your fingerprints on it and keep it as a family heirloom...
As soon as Wang Ran saw the second leader's expression, he knew that the second leader was daydreaming about something random again.
He curled his lips unconsciously.
He admired the loyalty of the second leader, but sometimes felt helpless.
Forget it, let it be...
"Morgan is not at the hub of the world."
"She's trapped."
Wang Ran fell into deep thought.
As the founder of the World Hub, Morgan not only holds a high position of power, but is also a rare and powerful person.
How could she be trapped?
Since when was she trapped?
Who trapped her again?
He had many questions, but he didn't know how to answer them for a while.
He tried to ask the bamboo slip: "Where is Mo Da now?"
The bamboo slip replied: "Moda is on the high tower, guarding the hub of the world every step of the way."
"What tower?"
Wang Ran asked.
"The tower refers to the tall tower that provides energy to the entire world hub and maintains its operation."
Bamboo slips replied.
Wang Ran pursed his lips, thinking that he would definitely not get any useful information from the bamboo slips.
But it doesn't matter, at least he knows that Moda is trapped now, and Kamoda who he brushes with Moda will not come to him, and by the time Moda gets out of trouble, he will probably be strong enough not to be afraid of Moda.
After all, it only took him a little over a week to transform from a helpless college student into a monster killing gods indiscriminately.
Next, he only needs to test it in the simulation, wait for a few years before ending the apocalypse, and see if Morgan Stanley comes to see him. If it still doesn't come, then he can confidently swipe Morgan's card.
Wang Ran's heartbeat accelerated rapidly.
From the day he learned about the balance in his card, he was on tenterhooks, fearing that Morgan would suddenly come to him, but he also felt very itchy that he couldn't spend it despite having so much money in his card.
Finally, he didn't have to suffer anymore.
He suddenly realized one thing. The reason why this card was rated as a purple talent may be due to the fact that Mo Da couldn't restrict his use of the card.
Buy whatever you want!
Buy as much as you want!
This is the style that purple talent should have!
He took a deep breath and calmed down.
"We will land here later. The others will disperse. Anna and I..."
He paused.
"And Yi."
He noticed that Yi Ya's eyes became dangerous, so he decisively added Yi Ya's name.
"The three of us will continue to clear up our grievances."
"I already know the location of the other groups of resentment. I just need to purify them one by one, and the doomsday crisis will be lifted."
First purify a part and then simulate it once.
He wanted to confirm whether Mo Da had been too busy in recent years, and then purify the remaining resentment to end this apocalypse before the resentment broke out.
"I listen to the saint's arrangements."
"Yes! Sir!"
"Whatever you say, Living Buddha, we will do."
"..."
Wang Ran turned to Anna and said, "I may have to trouble you in the next few days. There are hundreds of grievances that need to be purified."
Anna said softly: "Purifying evil is the job of an angel. There is nothing troublesome. I would also like to thank you for giving me the opportunity to purify so much evil."
Wang Ran shook his head: "If you want to thank me, I'll thank you too."
"After the grievances are purified, I will give you a sum of money, and you can go to the hub of the world to buy yourself a robe. Aren't you angels all wearing armor? Please change out of this robe."
He saw many angels in the video. They all wore exquisite and gorgeous armors, and the styles of the armors were exactly the same, which meant that the entire angel family had the habit of armor.
Anna is his guardian angel, and he does not allow Anna to be unable to wear armor.
Anna smiled and nodded.
Wang Ran controlled the aircraft to land on the roof of a nearby skyscraper, and put down the Dawn Apostle and the cuckold young man who was possessed by resentment.
"Find a place to educate this person."
Wang Ran looked at the unconscious cuckold young man and said: "This person was chosen by resentment. There must be something different in his mind. Help him correct it and let him be a good person."
Help people to the end and send Buddha to the West.
The second leader said respectfully: "Please rest assured..."
"It's better to send him to prison." Bai Fan suddenly said, "Eat on time, go to bed early and get up early, exercise, and learn a practical and useful life skill. Besides, he is surrounded by men, so there is no room for jealousy."
The corner of Wang Ran's mouth twitched.
He really wanted to pry open Bai Fan's head and see what was in Bai Fan's mind. Why did he always send people to prison?
But think about it carefully,
What Bai Fan said makes sense...
"Check this person out." Wang Ran muttered, "If he has bad behavior in reality, put him in jail for training."
Bai Fan's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
He thought to himself that this guy was chosen by resentment. He must have resentment in his heart, and it was very strong. Such a person must have done a lot of bad things in reality. Check it out!
"Let's all disperse, we are about to set off."
Wang Ran turned around and walked into the aircraft.
No one asked him how to get down. Although it was on the top of the building, it was not difficult for the Morning Apostle, who had a superior physique.
laugh--
The aircraft closed its hatch and merged into the darkness in a rippling ripple.
...
The lights were dim and the smell of smoke stung my nose.
This is the largest underground casino in Italy, filled with shady transactions of invisible people and crimes that stimulate the senses.
Come and try it quickly. 】
Under the dim light, naked beauties danced passionately on the gaming table.
They were the croupiers whose performance was not up to standard last night. They would often be pulled off the gambling table by the losing guests after failing to complete a song, and turned into tools to vent their grievances.
This is nothing to them.
It's nothing more than changing positions and continuing to dance wildly, but this time they have to open their throats and accompany themselves.
Sometimes the accompaniment stops suddenly and a guest joins the dance from the front.
In the corner, there is a gaming table that is particularly popular.
"Five! Give him five!"
"Coward! What are you still dawdling about?!"
"Go to hell! Trash!"
Hundreds of people crowded around the gaming table. People who couldn't squeeze in jumped to other nearby tables to watch. They kept making playful whistles at the people in front of the gaming table. The noise almost brought down the roof.
There was a hot white woman standing behind the gaming table.
She was wearing a tight red leather coat, and the ravine on her chest was squeezed so deep that it seemed like it could accommodate a man of any size, making people eager to try.
"One bullet for a million!"
She held a delicate and small silver revolver and said in a brisk tone.
"Two bullets and three million!"
"Three bullets and six million!"
"Four bullets sixteen million!"
"Thirty million for five bullets!"
"Everyone has only one chance. Once you make a decision, you cannot go back on it. You are not allowed to run away from the battlefield or temporarily reduce the number of bullets. Otherwise, your limbs will be broken and fed to the dogs."
She patiently introduced the rules to the people at the gaming table, and then asked: "How many do you want to bet?"
Standing in front of the gambling table was a lost middle-aged man.
Everyone who knows him knows that he borrowed a lot of loan sharks for gambling. Not only did he mortgage his house and car, he even mortgaged his wife.
He thought he knew every team, but there was a big upset at the beginning of the game.
He lost all his money.
The house and car were gone, and his wife was sold to an unknown location.
"One... one!" the middle-aged man at the gambling table said tremblingly, "One is enough for me to pay off my gambling debt and send my children to school."
The woman suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, with a mocking smile on her face.
"Sorry, the minimum bet is five."
Fatal words uttered from the soft red lips.
"That's so bad! Huo Ji is teasing me again!"
"Look at her bitch!"
"When will it be her turn to come to the table?"
"Huo Ji can't be on the table. Her performance is too good. She kills more than a dozen people every day!"
"No chance! Huo Ji is now a celebrity in the casino!"
"She only went to the table on the second day she came to the casino. I really regret not coming that day, otherwise I would have let this little bitch know how powerful daddy is!"
Hearing Huo Ji's words, the middle-aged man was shocked.
"Why?"
he asked in a panic.
Huo Ji glanced at him contemptuously. She raised her white neck and said arrogantly: "Gambling requires chips. You can't even pay for your child's tuition. How much is your one-sixth chance of death worth?" ?”
"Are you worthy of my gambling table?"
Huo Ji's words were like a sharp arrow, piercing the middle-aged man's fragile heart.
In an instant, the middle-aged man's face turned as white as paper.
"Hahahahaha!"
Harsh laughter echoed all around.
"Do you want to bet or not?"
Hawkey loaded five bullets into the revolver.
"If you don't bet, get out!"
"Don't stay here to interfere with my ordering!"
"roll!"
She glared at the middle-aged man fiercely, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but take a step back.
"Don't go!"
"Think of your sold wife!"
"You don't care about her anymore?"
The people around him cheered.
"Your wife has suffered under countless men now. Don't you want to redeem her?"
"You owe the gang so much money, how can you pay it back without gambling?"
"Don't be a coward!"
"Don't you still have a one-sixth chance of surviving?"
"You will be a rich man if you survive!"
"..."
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly became confused.
yes!
He owed so much money to the gang, how could he pay it back if he didn't gamble? If he doesn't pay back the money, the gang will cut him into pieces!
Rather than that, why not take a gamble!
There is at least a one-sixth chance of surviving, right? If he survives, not only can he pay off his gambling debts, but he can also take the money to fly away and start a new life somewhere else.
He said suddenly: "I...I bet...I bet..."
He staggered back to the gambling table, holding his hands tightly on the table, as if he couldn't stand still without one hand.
Huo Ji pouted.
She turned the magazine and then closed it suddenly with a crisp and sweet sound.
Click!
This soft sound decided the fate of the middle-aged man.
Huo Ji slowly raised his arm.
Feeling the cold touch on her fingertips and looking at the middle-aged man in front of her who was shaking like a sieve, she smiled playfully.
Which soul will this be shot under?
The middle-aged man looked at the black muzzle of the gun, and his eyes gradually became blurred.
The suffocating feeling of death enveloped him.
The clock on the wall ticked slower and slower, his vision became blurry, his hearing also declined sharply, and everything around him seemed to leave him...
Suddenly, someone reached out and held the muzzle of the gun.
"You deserve to die, but not now."
The middle-aged man suddenly woke up.
He turned to look beside him and saw a young and handsome Asian face.
This Asian's clothes were extremely neat, his expression was extremely calm, and his aura was incompatible with the gamblers around him. He looked like someone who shouldn't be here at all.
The gamblers looked at each other.
None of them noticed the Asian man, who seemed to appear out of thin air at the gaming table.
"What do you want to do?"
Huo Ji asked the uninvited guest with an unkind look on his face.
"Nothing, I just want to take a gamble." The Asian said kindly, "Just follow your rules."
Wow!
There was an uproar all around, and the gamblers were making wild noises.
"Why are you so anxious? If he dies, it will be your turn!"
“Let the Asians bet first!”
"I want to see his brains burst out!"
"So funny!"
"Destroy him! Destroy him!"
"Give him five too!"
Huo Ji looked around calmly and saw the casino security guard hiding in the crowd.
She was certain in her heart and smiled contemptuously: "The most important rule of roulette is fairness. Regardless of whether you are rich or poor, as long as you stand in front of the gun, the chances of death and survival are the same."
"Fairness is the most important thing."
"Except for the boss, even if the president comes, he still has to queue up!"
"Why should I let you in?"
“I bet you’ll get six bullets.” Wang Ran smiled and said, “I bet your gun will jam, and I bet you can’t kill me.”
