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On the execution ground of the Fast Travel Bureau, Lu Jingci was the only "sinner" who had been hunted for thousands of years by the fragments of the Lord God.
The Interstellar Sentinel's sword of judgment pierced his heart, the Republic of China troupe leader's pipe was pressed against his throat, and the Cyber Doctor's neural interface burned his spinal cord - the fragments of the Lord God of each world were killing him with their own hands, while the sapphire artifact of the Chamber of Commerce's Cloning Factory was casting this cycle of death into an eternal cage.
"Every time you die, I get an extra piece of soul."
When Huo Xiao's silver bone wings tore apart the interstellar medical cabin, and when Cheng Jiuxiao's broken gong voice shattered the snow-capped mountain treasury, Lu Jingci's five senses were disappearing with the awakening of the master god: pain turned into the sword of judgment, taste condensed into deadly poisonous mist, and touch finally melted into the liquid armor of the cyber world. His incomplete left hand held the cross-world contract - the sapphire from the Sentinel World, the Immortal Binding Rope from the Immortal Cultivation World, and the beeswax coffin from the Middle Ages, which were being assembled into a god-killing spear that pierced the main god's body.
This is a gamble that sacrifices the senses.
There are 999 "Lu Jingci" specimens frozen in the cloning cabin of the Chamber of Commerce, and the system alarm screams in the turbulent flow of memories of the tenth life. When the troupe leader's smoke cream corroded the tip of his tongue, and when the prosthetic doctor's electrodes burned his fingertips, he laughed and chewed up the love poison that had been hidden for seven hundred years: "Kill me for the thousandth time, and you can taste the pain."
