Chapter 1793

Chapter 1793 Game Over

Mirror Disaster!

Upon hearing these two words, Youlitang Bai’s heart skipped a beat.

As one of the former controllers of “Pure Land,” he was certainly familiar with it, but after Mirror Disaster was hunted down at Chenlong Pass years ago, he actually didn’t die?

“Youlitang Bai, I’ve long heard of your reputation,” Ai Meimei slowly began. “Two years ago, when Mirror Disaster used me as your replacement to restart the artificial god project, I saw your files – drug experiments, potential extraction, life overdrafting… I realized then that we were the same kind of people.”

“So that underground laboratory actually existed?” Youlitang Bai frowned deeply. “Then how did you escape?”

Ai Meimei shook her head, “I didn’t escape… At the end of the experiment, I killed him with my ability.

He thought he could control me through drugs, making me obediently become his test subject, but he underestimated me… As for me, I would rather die in that laboratory than become his plaything again!

He made me inject drugs, made me cooperate with experiments, and I did it all just to become stronger! Strong enough to kill him with one strike!

Two years, I grew from a fourteen-year-old child to someone who looks over twenty now, and finally I got my chance. In the final experiment, my mental power crossed the threshold and was about to enter the divine realm. I took advantage of his excited, ecstatic moment and directly manipulated his emotions to eliminate him!

He died, and I had no more drugs to extend my life, but I didn’t care… I only knew I was free.

Later, when I was about to die of illness in the basement, a little yellow person riding an electric scooter found me. When I woke up again, I was already in this world.”

After hearing Ai Meimei’s words, Youlitang Bai stared blankly at the sky. If what Ai Meimei said was true, then subsequently Lu Wuwei must have taken her to find Guanzai, who directly calculated her consciousness into data backup and uploaded it to this game…

Strictly speaking, Ai Meimei had already died, and this beautiful girl before him was merely game data that retained partial memories and settings. But why would Guanzai present this data to him at this moment?

“Why tell me all this?” Youlitang Bai asked.

Ai Meimei took a deep breath and spoke deliberately: “Because you… are just too pathetic!!”

Youlitang Bai stood frozen.

“You clearly possess the power to alter this world’s rules! Yet you don’t use it at all! You’re the first-generation artificial god, your ability ceiling is higher than mine! The other two players were weakened by Guanzai, but in this game, you were always meant to be the protagonist! If you wanted to, you could have used your own rules to change the rules of this world, yet you still tried to kill me with that puny gun!

Do you know why Guanzai designed such powerful skills for me and such unfavorable game requirements for you?! It’s because he wanted to force you to abandon your gaming mindset and use your true power!

A god of games should create rules! Subvert rules! A player who only obediently follows rules designed by others can never become a god of games!!”

Ai Meimei’s angry voice echoed throughout the venue.

Youlitang Bai lowered his head among the crowd, silent for a long time, with a hint of resignation appearing in his eyes.

He slowly stood up from the crowd, removed his disguising hat, and his waterfall-like white hair scattered with his steps, immediately attracting the attention of Ai Meimei and others on stage.

Ai Meimei’s gaze fell on him, as if realizing something, she immediately shifted her gaze away. Strangely, Youlitang Bai wasn’t instantly killed by that momentary stare. His figure flickered, and he passed through the crowd onto the stage.

“So… you came to help me become a god?” Youlitang Bai looked directly into her eyes.

“Why aren’t you dead?” Ai Meimei frowned and asked.

“Skill 1’s condition is to eliminate hostile targets… Right now, I don’t consider myself your enemy,” Youlitang Bai said softly. “Actually, you were wrong about one thing earlier… Uncle Guan didn’t design these rules just to force out my potential. He’s a game designer, and for him, he would never design a completely unsolvable game.

Actually, killing you isn’t difficult. The answer is hidden in the question itself.”

Youlitang Bai pointed to the audience below, the entire crowd bewildered and stunned. At some point, the entire concert venue had fallen completely silent.

“From the beginning, the game background stated that our goal here was to crack down on lip-syncing… This wasn’t a joke, because all your abilities are based on the ‘fanatical’ emotions of your fans. If their fanaticism subsides, your power would be greatly reduced.

My conversation with you just now wasn’t just to buy time… it was also to let them see your true face. Actually, when you killed Brother Qingzhu and Brother Qiye, your emotions had already started to lose control, hadn’t they? You unconsciously abandoned your sweet and cute facade because you never expected them to cause you so much trouble under such overwhelming rules.

As an idol, losing emotional control means the collapse of your public image… Combined with what you just said, their fanaticism toward you has already begun to fade.

Haven’t you noticed that you’ve already exited the ‘Berserk’ state?”

Hearing the last sentence, Ai Meimei was stunned. She looked up at the space above her, and the “Berserk” status indicator had dimmed. All her stats had returned to normal, and her health was down to less than 200 points.

At this point, if Youlitang Bai fired his gun once more, she would certainly die.

But Youlitang Bai didn’t do that.

The silver-white gun in his hand faded into the air. He stood firmly at the center of the stage, looking at Ai Meimei before him, and spoke word by word:

“Do you… want to leave?”

“What?”

“Leave the virtual game world and return to the real world.”

Hearing this, Ai Meimei’s first reaction was to shake her head. “How is that possible… This body is just a pre-programmed data sequence. Without the code, I am nothing.”

“Didn’t you say it yourself? A god of games should create rules, subvert rules.”

“You…” Ai Meimei was stunned, then seemed to realize something. “You’ve comprehended the game’s laws?!”

“There are no game laws in the world. But perhaps I can create them myself… though the debugging process might be very complex, and I don’t have much confidence.” Youlitang Bai looked up at the void and smiled slightly. “Anyway, thank you… Uncle Guan.”

As his words fell, streams of silver-white ribbons floated out from his body. Looking carefully, one would discover they weren’t ribbons but game settings like a tide, densely stacked together, enveloping Youlitang Bai’s form like waves!

At the same time, Ai Meimei’s figure also brightened, and a prompt floated above her head:

Skill 7: [Divine Cocoon – Rule Editor]: When player Youlitang Bai enters the rule creation state, all of Ai Meimei’s computing power will be dedicated to assisting in correcting and testing the birth of rules until the final trial run is complete.

Seeing this prompt, Ai Meimei’s expression became incredibly complex.

“You’d better keep your word…”

She looked at the white-haired youth enveloped in game settings, and after a long while, she sighed, her form slowly approaching him… When her lips touched Youlitang Bai’s cheek, her form instantly transformed into countless lines of code, mixing into the game settings.

The next moment, the pulsating game settings completely enveloped Youlitang Bai’s body, like a huge cocoon protecting him within.

The virtual game scene shattered piece by piece…