Introduction: [Diagnosis: Affective disorder, late stage.
When Fang Xiwu was selected by the quick travel system, he thought he was a doctor.
——Sew up the "emotional loopholes" of Three Thousand Small Worlds, use the scalpel of reason to cut open the protection of the God of War, the desire of AI, and the faith of monks, and condense it into 24 salvation crystals.
It wasn't until the blood-marked black iron burned her palms and the data beads seeped out the remains of the statue that she heard the scream of truth:
The so-called loopholes are the blood-sucking mouths torn open by the gods;
The so-called salvation is the nail in the coffin of feeding yourself.
"Host, please peel off this heart."
System Abyss's mechanical voice was gentle and cold, but when she was about to die, she made a human tremble:
"No... This time I rebel against the gods."
When the android's pupils reflect her blood, when the future self points a gun at him, when the broken soul in the blind box chuckles:
"We are fragments cut apart by the same knife——"
Fang Xiwu held the poisoned crystal tightly and issued a critical illness notice to the gods:
"Medical record update: Affective disorder, the source of infection - is killing the gods."
