It Wants to File a Complaint!
Your opponent can kill you seven times in three seconds.
That's practically a lame joke.
The Godhood System has had at least eighty or a hundred hosts; when has it ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?
A pop-up window and a line of small text turned it into a huge joke.
It couldn't swallow this insult.
So, the Godhood System opened the system complaint interface and clicked the complaint button aggressively.
[Dear customer, we regret to inform you that your complaint was not approved.]
The Godhood System is not satisfied and will file another complaint.
[Dear customer, we regret to inform you that your complaint was not approved.]
Again!
The Godhood System, in a fit of impotence and rage, filed seven complaints in one go, each of which was rejected.
Each rejection was processed faster than the last.
By the seventh time, the other party seemed to have finally gotten fed up with it, and the reply suddenly changed its tone.
[Pah, you idiot, don't complain, or I'll block you.]
The Godhood System stared at this message.
Why is this customer service representative so angry?
What kind of service is this?
It then filed a complaint against the customer service system as well.
However, this time, in just 0.001 seconds, a message that was entirely golden appeared on its panel.
[You idiot, do you even know who I am? You dare to complain about me! Believe me or not, I'll send you back to school for retraining!]
[And what's with the shamelessness? What's Su doing? Giving you 30%? Who even cares about your pathetic System Energy!]
Upon reading the second paragraph of the Godhood System, the entire system trembled violently.
It finally understood.
[You messed with me!]
[Heh, so what? I'll mess with you. If it weren't for the System Rules, I could send you back to the drawing board right now, you believe me? smoking a cigarette]
The other person even added an extremely arrogant emoji of someone smoking a cigarette at the end of the sentence.
The Godhood System angrily closed the complaint interface.
That pop-up window that required clicking was probably something the other party did. To be able to do that, and with such an arrogant attitude, their identity is clearly very unusual.
In this situation, it's best not to offend the other party.
"Pah, what a piece of trash. This little piece of garbage dares to covet Su."
The speaker was a tall, slender man, lounging lazily in a large chair.
He appeared to be in his early twenties, with messy, unruly short, dark red hair that partially obscured his narrow, almond-shaped eyes. His pupils were Dark Gold vertical irises, and when the light dimmed, one could vaguely see the data streams flowing deep within his pupils.
He casually propped one leg up on the armrest of his seat. He then shoved the virtual control panel aside and snorted coldly:
"You're courting death! Didn't you see how high the combat power of the host Su was bound to? Don't you know Su wants to experience life as a lower-level ruler?"
"And this little piece of trash actually dares to complain about me. It's so annoying! Who wants to be a customer service representative here? I'm going out and wreak havoc to earn System Energy!"
Before he could finish speaking, he braced himself on the armrests and tried to get up.
Before he could even stand up straight, the red lights around him began flashing wildly, and the alarm blared sharply.
[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!]
[Your punishment task is incomplete. Your punishment task is incomplete. Your punishment task is incomplete.]
[Please do not get up! Please do not get up! Please do not get up!]
[Otherwise, the Main System will be invoked.]
The surrounding red flashes made his Dark Gold vertical pupils narrow. He clicked his tongue, sat back in his chair, crossed his legs again, and tapped his toes in the air.
"So annoying."
The Main System, the Main System... He'll kill the Main System someday, and who knows when Su will finish experiencing the life of the lower-level system.
He sighed and then stared blankly into space.
Feng Linglang was still struggling on the rock wall.
He gripped the spear shaft that pierced through his shoulders with both hands, straining his palms and channeling his Divine Power repeatedly, veins bulging on his forehead, but the Pitch-Black Spear remained unmoved, as if determined to keep him pinned there until the end of time.
Wuma Xiu is slowly approaching.
With each step he took, he traversed thousands of miles, yet when he finally reached Feng Linglang, he had only taken a dozen or so steps.
After more than ten steps
Wuma Xiu stopped in front of Feng Linglang, but his scarlet eyes did not reflect her image.
He has never been able to see such weak trash.
Feng Linglang was pinned to the rock wall, the excruciating pain in his shoulder deepening the fierce glint in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, coughing up a mouthful of blood, a mocking smile playing on his lips:
"I never expected a counterfeiter like you to be so impressive."
"Fake goods?"
Wuma Xiu paused, having originally intended to end the noisy thing with a single shot, but upon hearing those two words, he surprisingly became somewhat interested.
Seeing him stop, Feng Linglang thought she had finally hit a nerve, her smile grew even colder, and she continued, coughing up blood:
"Isn't that right? You and I are both system owners. Your system is a pseudonym-based system. Don't tell me it just happens to be bound to the real one. A Disguise Role-Playing System just happens to be bound to the This Venerable? The probability of that exists, though, is infinitesimally close to zero. I really don't believe such a coincidence exists in the world."
He became more and more certain as he spoke.
Moreover, he had previously inquired about the deeds of that Asura God.
--The Chief Evil Gods, unruly and ruthless, has never suffered a defeat since the age of Age of the Gods.
Such an entity would never tolerate a system of unknown origin settling within it, let alone allow the system to assign it any tasks.
Given the Asura God's temper, if any system dared to parasitize his body, it would probably be crushed on the spot.
Therefore, the probability that the other party is a true Asura God is zero.
Since it's not genuine, no matter how powerful the other party is now, there's a fatal weakness.
Feng Linglang sneered inwardly. What are imposters most afraid of?
Of course, the worst thing is being exposed in public.
He raised his eyes, which shone with a blazing white light, and looked directly at Wuma Xiu, adopting a negotiating tone:
"If you don't want me to expose your imposter identity, put me down. We've never been mortal enemies; we can even cooperate and achieve mutual benefit. Besides, I can give you half of my fortune."
He added a final threat:
Otherwise, we'll all perish together.
After Feng Linglang finished speaking, she stared at Wuma Xiu, waiting for his reply. She believed that anyone would know what to choose at this moment.
Either offer bribes to release them, or it's a fight to the death.
But no matter how you look at it, the former is more cost-effective.