Corpse Retriever

But now there was no time for that data-driven, command-executing intelligence of "his" to think, because Wang Ye was practically standing face-to-face with Maitreya.

If they delayed for a few more seconds, Wang Ye would probably start chopping.

If he really chopped up Maitreya, the history of Spirit Mountain would have to be rewritten, dragging countless troubles along with it. The best possible outcome would be—

History collapsing.

Suddenly, a streak of light flashed across the distant sky, shooting straight toward Wang Ye and landing in his hand.

Wang Ye looked at the thing floating above his palm and smiled.

Chess pieces could get angry. Chess pieces could flip the table. But going completely fucking insane and overturning the table only happened under certain circumstances.

It had not reached the point of life or death yet. Who would really want to wreck everything?

Besides, if things were truly ruined, countless humans would be affected.

Sure enough.

It was merely a not-too-bright intelligence that could barely follow instructions.

From the very beginning, Wang Ye had suspected as much. If three sheets of paper alone could give birth to a powerful, intelligent consciousness, Wang Ye found that deeply unreasonable.

So he had always believed it was nothing more than a standardized set of data.

Like the ones from several years ago, before Eternal Night began.

Xiao Ai?

Of course, it should have been several grades more advanced than Xiao Ai, but there would not be any particularly huge difference.

Therefore.

With this sort of self-destructive manipulation, anyone even slightly smarter, anyone who understood Wang Ye a little, would not have rushed.

Go on, chop.

If you did not chop today, I would look down on you.

That was how domineering it was.

But Wang Ye...

Really did not dare.

Just like Lu