Brother, It's Your Turn to Be My Prisoner

The day my old enemy took it from me, the system bound my soul. In order to escape from his morbid control, I started a fast-traveling career of unlimited escape. Every world can hear a cold whisper in the ear: "Once my brother escapes, I will install ten more monitors." On the interstellar battlefield, he transformed into a marshal and locked my throat with his spiritual tentacles; In the world of cultivation, he became a demon and branded a slave mark on my collarbone; In the doomsday wasteland, as the only scientist, he used antibodies to control my life and death; In the fourth fairy tale world, I finally broke down and begged: "What do you want?" He smiled and kissed the poison apple I handed him: "I want you to get used to loving me like breathing." When I successfully traveled back to the original world for revenge, the main god system collapsed. The moment countless fragments of the world fell, he crushed the core of the main god and showed his first smile: "Now, it's my brother's turn to be my prisoner.