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Gu Xi gave a disdainful laugh at the Fate script that had been altered into a complete mess.
Who wrote this script? It made no logical sense at all.
Putting every last hope on one person and expecting that person to explode with potential on the battlefield?
No one could write a plot like that unless they had three kilograms of water sloshing around in their head.
Gu Xi felt the Muscle Abomination had been deceived.
Guiding the savior onto the most correct path, my ass.
It was clearly that those people knew they could not let the savior turn dark, but they also had no idea how to handle the savior, so they simply sent the savior off to die.
Otherwise, how could the detonation code for a nuclear bomb be that easy to learn?
And a nuclear bomb capable of destroying the world, no less.
Besides, had the people in the future really never thought of using nuclear bombs to scour the earth clean?
They had thought of it. They had even tried it.
It was just that everyone already knew how it had turned out.
If something had failed in the future, how could it possibly succeed in the present?
So Gu Xi guessed that the savior might be real, but the script was definitely fake.
Only now, the savior was dead, and the Muscle Abomination was dead too. If Gu Xi had not had his own methods, probably no one would ever have known about this.
The matter of the savior would likely slowly be forgotten.
By then, perhaps no one would even know that such a savior had ever appeared.
After casting the matter of the Fate script aside, Gu Xi began asking about other