Because... of me?!
The appearance of the Doomsday Game was actually connected to me?
Fuxi's words left Lin Zhiluo completely stunned.
His mind was a complete mess. He simply could not imagine what connection he could possibly have with the Doomsday Game.
However, Fuxi did not rush to answer that question. Instead, he continued from where he had left off.
"The purpose of the Hope Plan was to resolve the threat from the Negative Universe."
"The first priority was to possess sufficient strength. Otherwise, we would not even be able to deal with those zombies from the Negative Universe."
"By this point in the Positive Universe's development, nearly all available resources had already been exploited."
"The number of gods that could be cultivated, the upper limit of a god's strength—these had all essentially reached a bottleneck."
"So under such circumstances, how could overall strength be increased?"
Fuxi pointed at the gray gas trapped within the seal.
"The gods turned their attention to the Zombie Virus!"
"As a product of the Negative Universe, the Zombie Virus was undoubtedly the key to breaking the deadlock."
"If the Zombie Virus could create immensely powerful zombies, then why could it not be modified to cultivate powerful individuals?"
"Even inheriting just one of its traits—such as being immune to pain or ignoring wounds—would be a considerable boost to the gods' strength."
"So..."
A large number of tiny figures began appearing on the Thought Manifestation Device.
Their forms varied greatly, making it obvious that they came from different races.
Among them were races Lin Zhiluo recognized: humans, the Mechanical God Race, the Gigantic God Race, the Myriad Beasts God Race, and the Tentacle Race he had encountered on Rainstone Star.
At this point, Lin Zhiluo understood.
Why had he seen Zombie Viruses produced by the Mechanical