Just as the old folks said, Master Desolate has been far too kind to Qin Ze, this "impurity."
Those who know the truth will recognize it as impurity; those who don't might think Qin Ze is the biological father of Master Desolate.
A statement that is half true and half false is less likely to expose its flaws and is more convincing.
The other mice either died or escaped.
Now, only the unconscious Sha Zhenzhu is still breathing.
Qin Ze said calmly, "Why don't you just have him take you to the Sand God?"
The God of Machinery said, "If I could clean up the impurities myself, they wouldn't have remained until now."
Qin Ze suddenly realized.
No wonder both the Desolate God and the God of Machinery have "impurities" that have existed to this day; this is the reason.
The God of Machinery remained unperturbed. "When you finally figure things out, any Intellect Clan will be able to contact me."
"I have plenty of time, but your time... tsk tsk tsk."
"That Chaos Beast is a small gift for you; you'll soon discover its mysteries."
The God of Machinery smiled knowingly, then his silver armor dissipated, transforming into several streams of nanobots that disappeared into the void.
The severely injured cyborg reappeared.
He didn't say a word, but just gave Qin Ze a cold look before turning and leaving.
That's it?
The earth-shattering battle that Qin Ze had been anticipating did not occur.
Throughout the entire conversation, the God of Machinery truly treated him like an old friend.
Qin Ze was quite puzzled. Had the God of Machinery become so human-like?
The Dharma King asked over the Local Area Network, "What are you thinking about?"
Qin Ze rolled his eyes. "Don't you know what I'm thinking?"
The Dharma King said, "Life, after all, needs a little ritual."
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "I'm thinking about that old man's theory of impurities."
The team's brain, Brother Devour, then spoke up on the Local Area Network: "We can't completely disbelieve it, but we can't believe it entirely either."
"We are fundamentally different from the impurities the God of Machinery speaks of."
The Magician asked, "What's the difference? Are we perhaps more attractive?"
Qin Ze: "Whether it's the God of the Underworld, the Jiuyou, the Chairman, or the Unit Zero and the Sand God, they are all remnants of the past."
"In other words, they existed as far back as the time of the gods."
"As for us, we've only just turned eighteen."
The Mist Lord spoke up, "Let me correct you, you forgot to count the three years you were dead. Adding those three years in, you're already twenty-one years old."
A Bing: "Moreover, we are not local natives; we are transmigrators, and this is crucial."
Magician: "But didn't so-and-so say before that we're locals?"
This is another point that confuses Qin Ze: is he really a time traveler?
Brother Devour said, "By the way, do you guys remember where we came from?"
Thousand Faces, who was on his way, also joined the discussion.
"I'll never forget that scene for the rest of my life."
"Good heavens, I was strapped to an electric chair and subjected to electrotherapy the moment I opened my eyes."
" The Dharma King still holds a grudge about this matter."
His Dharma King: "..."
The Captain interjected, "So what does this have to do with whether we're time travelers or not?"
Brother Devour continued, "What I mean is, could it be that we actually have mental problems, causing some memory distortions?"
"It's like... a split personality?"
The Local Area Network was silent for a few seconds, then erupted into activity.
"There's no such thing as a clone; it's just a beautiful fantasy that a mentally ill teenager had while imprisoned in a mental hospital."
"Huh? We're all fake?"
"Whether it's a mental illness or not, our existence time doesn't match up with other impurities, so it can't be fake too, can it?"
"Reincarnation?"
Only a bad novel would write like that.
"Anyway, the Pretty God is going to become a god. As long as anything stands in her way, she can just be eliminated. Why think so much?"
"The battle was awesome!"
"..."
The noisy clone quickly veered the conversation off-topic.
Qin Ze's thoughts were wandering.
He now has family and friends.
All the experiences of the past are still vivid in my mind.
He is not an impurity, nor a part of anyone, but a living, genuine, and independent individual.
Miss Sword Case then spoke up, "You're not an impurity, you're my best friend!"
Qin Ze smiled and said, "Of course."
The clone said, "Can you stop thinking about your ridiculous nonsense? What does it matter whether you're a human or a dog?"
"Hurry up and divide that Soul Orb. Stop dawdling and don't you even know what everyone wants to see?"
The other clones chimed in, "Skip these, I want to see the Soul Orb!"
Perhaps due to the lack of a leader, the beast tide has completely receded.
The surviving clones swarmed around Qin Ze like Minions, barking and chattering incessantly.
Qin Zhe flipped his wrist and took out the Soul Orb of the Scythe Bro.
"So, has any of you managed to touch the Chaos Beast?"
This statement was like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head.
The clone, which was incredibly excited just a second ago, suddenly turned into a wilted eggplant.
Since no one managed to touch the Chaos Beast, Little Butterfly had already been taken away by Brother Devour.
"Give it to me, I'm the MVP from last time!"
"Then you'll have to wait a bit longer; this is the first time I've done this before."
"Shouldn't the rewards be distributed according to strength? Right now, besides the Heavenly King, I'm the strongest!"
"That's because our boss just died."
"Anyway, I'm the strongest."
"Please, Pretty God, give me the Soul Orb! There are so many people outside, I'm begging you on my knees."
"Look at you spineless bunch! It's just a Soul Orb, as if nobody cares."
"I like it."
Me too.
"It doesn't matter who gets the Soul Orb, I just want to lick it."
"..."
Amidst the commotion, Qin Ze randomly gave the Soul Orb to someone with a high cultivation level.
This guy is considered a veteran, an avatar from the same batch as the Mist Lord, it's not easy for him to have survived until now.
The Peak of Level Five clone held the Soul Orb reverently in both hands, its eyes sparkling.
"After years of being a daughter-in-law, I've finally become the mother-in-law; now it's my turn to look down on you all!"
"Once I consume this Soul Orb, I will no longer be on the same level as you!"
"When we meet again, remember to call me Heavenly King Majesty!"
The clones. "..."
Qin Ze frowned. "Are you going to eat or not? If not, I'll give it to someone else."
The clone quickly stuffed the Soul Orb into its mouth and swallowed it forcefully.
Although absorption can be achieved through the release of qi and blood, the Circus has always used the traditional method of absorption directly through the mouth.
A vortex of energy circulated around the clone, whose feet left the ground and its arms slowly opened.
As his aura intensified, several thin lines of blood, like flowing silk threads, danced and swirled around him.
Seeing this, the clones said sourly, "To be fair, the special effects are a bit rudimentary."
Back to my little stinky house, it's a bit late, so I only managed to finish one chapter. I'll resume double updates starting tomorrow.