This concept emerged in Su Cheng's mind, and he was almost frightened by his own thoughts, and his whole body shuddered.

In other words...will the so-called god in this copy be born here?

Su Cheng's scalp was numb and cold sweat broke out in his palms.

He swallowed, his throat was dry as hell, as if he had been scratched by gravel.

And these people...

The VIP seats located right at the front.

"Where's that piece of paper? Do you still have it with you?"

Wen Jianyan shouted over the wind.

Su Cheng nodded, groped into his pocket, took out the crumpled piece of brown paper, and handed it to Wen Jianyan: "Take it with you!"

Su Cheng looked towards the other party.

Surprisingly, Wen Jianyan seemed... not surprised.

Different from the panic of other anchors, he lowered his head and looked extremely calm.

The young man's silver-white hair was rolled up by the strong wind, like a hunting flag, and his pale face was drooped, looking particularly calm against the strange background, almost to the point of being crazy.

Quickly, he rolled up the brown paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

Su Cheng felt uneasy: "What did you see?"

"It just verified a guess."

Wen Jianyan smiled at him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Prove me right."

He raised a finger: "Only the last step remains."

Things are developing in the expected direction.

If possible, Wen Jianyan would choose a safer path.

Extreme because he has no choice.

Whether it is the "exclusiveness and sharing" mentioned by the six people, or the unexpected "proposal" from No. 05, there is a terrifying implication hidden under every action.

If you cooperate with any party, you are very likely to be stopped... and permanently assimilated into this dungeon that will never be opened again, losing your self-awareness and completely becoming a crazy member.

He didn't create gods just to complete the main mission from the beginning.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes and his eyes fell on the scarlet sphere in the distance. He waited.

As the Ouroboros rotated, the gravity gradually shifted to the opposite direction. The few people who were pressed against the wall just now had to use props to stick themselves to the wall in order not to be pulled into the blood-red sphere.

.

However, when others clung to him, Wen Jianyan did something that shocked everyone.

He let go of his hand.

"...!" Su Cheng's broken scream came from behind, but it was blurred in the sound of the wind.

Wen Jianyan didn't look back, he just let himself fall into the scarlet ball, his amber eyes shining brightly and sharply, and the curve of his lips disappeared into the shadows.

Creating gods is not the goal.
Chapter completed!