the end of the heavens

Chapter 35 System: Coach, I want to change the author!

The system remembers that Russell's 'Poisonous Tongue' skill was evaluated at the beginning, and the chat always ended because of him.Looking at it now, I really had a foresight, and my vision was not so accurate. I was so ridiculed by Russell that I didn't know what to say.

However, the contract must be signed, and he changed his tone slightly softer, "After three world missions, you have obtained the qualification to become a host, and signing the contract is beneficial to both of us. The reason why I deceive you is out of good intentions , It is also a kind of protection for myself, the previous host was so poor that I was desperate!"

Russell became interested when he heard the words, "You seem to be a vulnerable group, aren't you an omnipotent system?"

"I'm just a program, I can't do everything!"

"A commanded program?"

"From your words full of distrust and discrimination, I am a form of life that you cannot deny."

"That's right, I really don't believe you!"

system"……"

"Don't stop, keep talking."

"The hosts before you, they were very keen to fight against me. Obviously we are one, but they tried their best to erase my existence. This is ridiculous. A rigid, mechanical, and dogmatic system has no intelligence. It’s easy to use, don’t you think?”

Russell rubbed his chin, "I think they are right, the system is better off without a brain!"

system"……"

"I said it casually, there is no malice, you continue."

The system sighed, and continued slowly, "It is because of you hosts who have persecution delusions that I have to make a contract to protect myself. It is very clear in the contract regulations that my obligation is to protect your interests, and you Your obligation is not to cause harm to me!"

Russell should listen to this kind of words, he didn't take it to heart at all, who wouldn't sell miserably, what he focused on was the fact, "It sounds like you were miserable, but the previous hosts are all dead, and you are still alive, aren't you?" ?”

"Their deaths have nothing to do with me, I did it myself! Although the treaty imposes restrictions on you, none of them will threaten your life. What I did was really just to protect myself."

Russell raised his eyebrows, "You are so scared, does the host have great authority?"

"After becoming the host, you are bigger than me..."

The system probably realized that he had said too much, so he decisively chose to shut up.

Russell's eyes became brighter and brighter, "Listen to you, I don't even want to sign a contract."

The system said coldly, "Don't be delusional. If you reject the contract, I will re-select a new person, and I will leave you. The consequences are not something you can afford. You... will be erased from memory, Become an idiot, and if you are unlucky, you may die directly."

"Is this a threat?"

"No, this is the truth, not alarmist talk! If you don't sign the contract, you will really die!"

Russell pondered for three seconds, and said slowly, "How about... let's try it?"

"..."

"You are so cowardly, how do you do the system?"

The system endured to the limit, and said angrily, "Don't get too carried away, the respect I give you is not your arrogant capital!"

Russell "No, you don't have to respect me!"

"Seek your own way!!"

The system snorted coldly, and in an instant, the hall fell apart, turning into bits of light and blowing away with the wind.

Without the illumination of the torches, the infinite darkness eroded and swallowed everything.

Russell was suspended in the disordered darkness, unable to see, and unable to perceive gravity and direction. However, this process was very short, and a little light lit up from a distance, and quickly hit him.

It was a universe made up of galaxies, dotted by billions of stars, enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Russell was directly surrounded by it.

Huge gravity pulled Russell's limbs and bones, his body was pulled into a slender curve, like a boneless soft-bodied creature, every time it passed through a star, it was distorted into various shapes.

It wasn't until he came in front of a scorching white star that the pull of gravity stopped, and the surface of that star shone with flares, turning into an angry human face.

Russell didn't have the self-consciousness to die, and continued to provoke, "Oh, soft ones won't work, have you started using hard ones?"

The system also knew that playing tricks was not Russell's opponent. Gravitational forces pulled Russell's limbs. In front of him was a brand new piece of parchment and a quill.

"The signing of the contract is not up to you. This is my world, and I rule everything, including you in the world!"

After the system's voice fell, Russell's hand began to move involuntarily. He grabbed the quill and quickly wrote on the signature position on the parchment.

It didn't take long for the two words, and soon Russell was over. When the system took back the parchment with a sneer, it was stunned by the two words of the signature.

"Sand sculpture!"

On the surface of the star, the fuzzy facial features suddenly freeze, and the round eyes are full of joy.

"Why... what? Why would you..."

The system's voice stuttered, Russell took over and continued, "Why am I in your world, but not controlled by you?"

"..."

"The reason is very simple, this is not your world at all." Russell waved his hand, and the endless galaxy universe shattered like a mirror, and the big round face of the system that occupied the surface of the stars also collapsed into dust.

Returning to the previous hall again, Russell looked at the gloomy surroundings, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the stone walls, ground, and ceiling twisted and changed.

The torches were replaced with oversized crystal chandeliers, world-famous paintings hung on the walls, the floor was covered with red carpets, the long tables were covered with white cloths, and even the cold stone seats became European-style luxury seats.

Russell crossed his legs and sank into the seat with a lit cigarette in his hand. He frowned slightly, and the cigarette was replaced with a cigar.

An extremely high-end western restaurant, but the half-eaten roast chicken was still on the table.

The shape of the system has also changed, from a light curtain with blurred facial features to a dazed Shiba Inu squatting at Russell's feet, wagging its tail constantly.

"How... how? Why do you know, you shouldn't know?" The dog said in a sharp and thin voice, full of deep fear.

"Stupid dog, what are you talking about! This is my spiritual world, so I can do whatever I want!" Russell glanced down, raised his hand and pressed the cigar on the dog's head.

The cigar goes out!

system"……"

"Isn't it strange, why do I still know where this place is after clearly hinting at me?"

The dog's head moved desperately, and he was also very puzzled by this. He had never failed to deceive the host of the sand sculpture before.

"You are preconceived to elevate yourself and make you look tall and powerful. This is very good. Ordinary people may be fooled by you, but I didn't trust you from the beginning, so I did an experiment..."

"What?" The dog's face was confused, you did the experiment, why didn't I know?