"Boom"
Amidst the howling, a red light was plumting towards the earth.
The human figure wrapped inside the light was none other than Hal Locke.
He eventually survived and regained his freedom.
The non-human, abnormally-shaped divine life form "ssenger" forced him to surrender a large amount of Life Essence, and after transforming him, returned Hal to his hotown.
Now, Hal Locke possessed power almost close to that of a True God, nearly achieving eternal life.
Various complex Divine Auras rged within his body, and Hal felt unprecedented strength. He was certain that even the strongest mutant hero Quaid could no longer defeat him, and perhaps Hal was even stronger.
This gain would be a surprise to any mutant, but at this mont, he only felt sorrow.
Hal Locke was depressed.
The "heavy blow" brought by the insight of truth almost crushed him. His past madness and optimism were sowhat vulnerable in the face of harsh reality.
However, since he was chosen by the Young Creator, he indeed had special qualities.
Sorrow and depression were temporary. He returned to his hotown as quickly as possible.
After transforming into a Divine Life Form, Hal Locke could naturally ignore vast spaces and distances. Before the depression and "grievance" in the depths of his mind overflowed, he returned to his battle-scarred ho, pried open the window, and soon saw a raised figure on the bed.
Hal was slightly relieved, thinking to himself: "At least there's no one else; I haven't been cuckolded."
The cold wind awakened Anna Amas. After several years, she finally saw her boyfriend again. Was it an illusion? At first glance, she felt this guy had beco very "frail," with eyes mixed with sorrow, anger, depression, and a hint of inexplicable awkwardness.
She was quite familiar with the source of that awkwardness, a brief sign he always had after an affair.
But according to Quaid, Hal should be wandering in the depths of the Universe, enduring the tortures of loneliness.
Could he have an affair even in the dark, nihilistic Universe?
Anna Amas' thoughts imdiately disconnected, imagining two possibilities:
Encountered an exotic female during his wanderings?
Or, with the only one who could locate him, Quaid?
As Anna Amas pondered, she didn't notice or stop the sheet from slipping, the familiar and intensely nostalgic scene appeared before Hal Locke's eyes. His eyes turned green imdiately, and as he lunged forward in tears, he couldn't help but exclaim:
"Darling, you are the most exquisite, perfect porcelain doll in this fake world."
Hal Locke, who knew the World Truth, gave the highest praise to his girlfriend.
Then he saw a pair of fair feet stepping on his face, the familiar greeting after several years: "FXXX... Hal, co lick my XXX."
...
After three days of continuous tornt, the severely dehydrated Anna Amas finally spared her boyfriend who returned from suffering hardships and tortures.
Then, she learned the "World Truth" from him.
One of the new rules of the ga, the ssenger did not forbid Hal Locke from telling anyone else what he knew.
As the person who trusts Hal Locke the most in this world, Anna Amas was dazed for a long ti after hearing it, frowning tightly, hesitantly saying:
"Hal, you'll be considered a madman."
"To everyone in every camp, you're a mad mutant, especially since not long ago you did that thing to Quaid. If you tell them about this, they'll only think you've gone completely mad from wandering alone in the Universe for too long."
"You want to gather those heroes and villains, to find the 'Creator Projection' with you and save this world?"
"You won't succeed, if you tell the truth, you'll be considered mad, not only needing to confront those so-called Vitsdon people but also battling heroes and villains, even against the entire World... You'll die, dying without any value."
With every sentence Anna Amas spoke, Hal's face looked more dejected.
Despite his strange personality and habitual audacity, he wasn't a fool.
Hal clearly understood that everything his girlfriend said would beco a reality in the near future if he really decided to do so.
He looked sadly and helplessly out the window, seeing Denilo City under nightfall, and many images flashed in his mind: the neighboring Kevin who loved to cross-dress, his favorite burger cart a few streets away, the mining company he frequently exploited... and as he continued to reflect, he thought of more.
Hal Locke was a jerk, but he still had quite a few good friends, scattered across various cities, so heroes, so villains.
He also rembered the events he participated in, the people he killed, the ones he saved, the many iconic buildings he destroyed, he even saved the World once.
Undoubtedly, from Hal Locke's perspective, this World was incredibly real.
But the even harsher truth was that it was artificial.
Everything was fabricated, constructed, and designed, and it was going to be destroyed.
Like "trash" in a Laboratory, after every bit of value was squeezed out, it's rcilessly destroyed.
As a piece of that trash, could he accept such a fate?
That question arose instantly in the depths of Hal Locke's mind and instantly had an answer.
He suddenly lifted his head, looking squarely at the star-filled sky, hoarsely saying: "I have no second choice, darling, I might really have to beco a Savior."
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