This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous Chapter 1675 - 715: Disposable Tools2

"And we, are just tools, disposable pawns, destined for destruction from the day we were born, like a patient diagnosed with a terminal illness at birth, with their death date clearly marked. Every day we live is spent in the countdown to death, do you know what that feels like?"

"What rcy? Dignity? Ambition? These things are too extravagant for us. Everything we do is rely to extend that pitiable lifespan as much as possible."

"We just want to survive, that’s all. Tell , what wrong have we done?"

The God of Chaos spoke in a calm tone, saying a lot in one breath.

The Watchman was speechless; these words were too perplexing for him to understand at the mont.

But he could feel that the other party was probably not lying, and these words indeed depicted the current state of the Divine Devouring Beast from its perspective...

"More words are useless. Since we can no longer reclaim the power of Gusha, let it vanish here," said the God of Chaos.

During their conversation, the energy in his hands remained constant, and now the shell of Gusha had been eroded to just a layer of skin.

As the chaos energy was about to break through the final barrier and with no sign of Gusha, the Watchman’s heart sank into despair, causing him to curse aloud, "Gusha, damn it, you wouldn’t really have left here and run away, would you?"

"Bang!"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, with the sound of shattering, the snake shadow shell on the Watchman’s body completely shattered and vanished, exposing the Watchman’s body directly to the surrounding chaos energy.

"It’s over."

The God of Chaos spoke without a hint of compassion, his outstretched palm gripping down.

The dark energy orb imdiately contracted, surging towards the Watchman from all directions.

Just as the Watchman was about to be engulfed by the chaos energy, a sudden whistling sound pierced the air.

A massive snake tail materialized out of thin air behind the God of Chaos, assaulting him at an unimaginable speed.

The God of Chaos, anticipating the snake tail, withdrew his energy ahead of ti, attempting to leap away, but it was a step too late.

In the next instant, the black-scaled snake tail thunderously struck down, slamming the God of Chaos into the ground.

The entire city shook violently a few tis, and seconds later, when the snake tail moved aside, the compressed ground revealed the twisted and contorted body of the God of Chaos, flattened into a thin sheet, blood spilled all over, his remaining breath fading quickly.

At the sa ti, a giant snake head re-erged from within the Watchman, effortlessly breaking through the surrounding chaos energy, once again shielding the Watchman.

"Little Eight!" The Watchman exulted.

"What did you just say?" Gusha flicked its tongue, expressionlessly looking at him.

"I said, ’Gusha, you are mighty and domineering! How dare the re child of chaos be insolent in front of mighty Gusha, courting death!’" The Watchman hurriedly gave a big thumbs up.

Gusha snorted, not bothering with him, its gaze directed towards a nearby high platform.

At this mont, at the top of that high platform, the God of Chaos stood unscathed, while the shattered body and bloodstains of the God of Chaos from the ground were nowhere to be seen.

"Hmm?" The Watchman rubbed his eyes, once doubting his own sight, rembering clearly that the God of Chaos had been slapped into a at pancake by Gusha’s tail, so how...

The Watchman felt sowhat confused in his mind, as if there were two completely contradictory mories: one where the God of Chaos was slapped to death by Gusha,

and another where the God of Chaos forewarned the arrival of Gusha, withdrawing in ti, leaping away just in ti before Gusha’s attack landed, leaving Gusha to hit nothing... The two mories fiercely clashed in his mind, making it hard to discern reality.

"You did not see wrong."

Gusha flicked its tongue, its serpent eyes glaring at the God of Chaos on the platform, a hint of gravity in its gaze: "This guy, rewrote the future."

"Rewrite the future?" The Watchman was stunned.

"It seems this guy has grasped so of the Future God’s Authority, and in his perspective, countless possibilities exist for the future. When he senses danger, he can imdiately choose to leap to the kind of future that’s most advantageous to him," Gusha said.

"Damn, doesn’t that make him invincible?" The Watchman exclaid. This ability seed stronger than the body’s ability to revert ti because, even if one could turn back ti, it would still require repeatedly attempting to change the present situation, a human effort that has its limits, and one may not always reach the optimal path.

But rewriting the future allows one to see all future routes from the beginning, choosing rely the most satisfactory one to proceed with.

"Don’t worry, it’s not that powerful, or rather, this guy has only grasped a fragnt of the future authority, and his ability has significant limitations," Gusha smirked coldly.

"What limitations?"

"First of all, he can only rewrite a very short segnt of the future; otherwise, we wouldn’t have even had the chance to wake the Flaming Cow."

"Secondly, our previous mories still exist."

Gusha said, "Normal rewriting of the future should reset everyone else’s mories first, modifying them to align with the current future’s mories.

Yet, clearly, we all retain our previous mories, indicating that the future authority he holds is rough, not even able to thoroughly erase our mories, or else we wouldn’t know what happened."

"That’s indeed..." The Watchman nodded, then gravely continued, "But even so, this ability is hard to handle..."

The ability to rewrite the future at any ti ans that unless they can completely overpower their opponent, locking their future into only a single outco of death, otherwise, the opponent remains immortal.

However, as the only existing 14-star deity in the world, wielding the omnipotent Power of Heaven, the current strength of the God of Chaos is no weaker than the Disaster Beast; who could crush him by a full tier?

"Ugh..."

As they confronted the God of Chaos, from the direction of the Beast Fighting Arena ca a sudden wail.

Watching the enraged Flaming Cow, the Mirage Tapir’s eyes showed fear, retreating repeatedly: "Flaming Cow, brother, let explain..."

The Flaming Cow, burning with endless rage, paid no heed to its pleas, lowering its head to reveal its horns, with a heavy stomp of the forehoof, a massive fissure split open the ground.

The Flaming Cow roared in fury, charging towards the Mirage Tapir.

Instinctively wanting to flee, the Mirage Tapir was thwarted by a Titan appearing above its head, injecting so kind of energy into it.

Initially overwheld by fear, the Mirage Tapir’s eyes turned blood-red, and its expression beca frenzied. It roared back, unwilling to be outdone as it faced the charging Flaming Cow.

The two giant beasts collided fiercely, producing a heaven-shaking explosion, imdiately shattering the surrounding buildings into fragnts, debris falling everywhere. Giants nearby, unable to flee, t their demise.

The flas on the Flaming Cow burned more intensely, illuminating the entire battlefield, the surging rage incinerating surrounding trees and buildings, even the air distorted with the heat.

The Mirage Tapir was not to be outdone, opening its gigantic mouth, spewing black smoky masses, swiftly expanding to engulf the Flaming Cow...

In the interval of the giant beasts’ battle, on the external battlefield, four more Titans descended around Gusha, forming a siege along with the God of Chaos, encircling Gusha at the center.

The Watchman’s forehead was sweating; he could sense that these newcors were also deities, albeit uncertain of what god exactly, but daring to appear directly before Gusha, they certainly wouldn’t be ordinary gods.

"I an, we’ve already awakened the Flaming Cow, shouldn’t we be fleeing quickly?" The Watchman, seeing Gusha seemingly without any intention of leaving, couldn’t help but ask. Fighting just the God of Chaos was hard enough, now there are four more helpers, not to ntion countless enemies lurking around, watching them like hawks. He was truly afraid that Gusha would sohow fail, leaving neither of them a chance to escape.

"Flee? Why flee?" Gusha glanced at the Flaming Cow and the Mirage Tapir engaging fiercely, then looked at the deities before it, a curve forming at the snake’s mouth: "The Wasteland Crow isn’t here, the Mirage Tapir is held by the Flaming Cow, this is a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity!"