Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

"Although it was infiltrating General Xianzhou's study, how could I possibly fail? That place was practically undefended; it was very easy~"

Kafka chuckled softly, gently swirling the wine in her glass, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

"Elliot said that the young general of the Immortal Ship is a crucial link in the future."

As long as you can deliver his compiled "Star Mysteries" to General Luo Fuxianzhou's study, he will follow the 'best' script without deviating.

Silver Wolf shrugged nonchalantly, turned around and grabbed the game console from the corner of the sofa.

Her eyes were glued to the leaderboard on the screen, where the ID "Demon King" remained firmly above her name, "Silver Wolf."

"A young general? Boring."

Kafka took a sip of red wine, her smile widening, and deliberately slowed her speech.

“Elliot said, ‘You’ll definitely be interested in this young general.’”

These words instantly piqued Silver Wolf's curiosity. Her hand, which was typing on the keyboard, paused for a moment, she raised an eyebrow, and finally looked up.

"What else did Elio say? Just say it all at once."

She wanted to see what kind of young general Elio would specifically mention and say would interest her.

After all, Elio must know that she is only interested in 'games' and 'breaking the rules'.

It can't be more outrageous than that "demon king" who overshadows her, right?

Thinking of this demon king, she frowned and gritted her teeth.

In the next scenario, when she goes to Luofu Immortal Ship, she'll definitely have to 'single-handedly defeat' this demon king!

We must show him who the number one gamer in the universe is!

The appearance of this "demon king" not only broke her gaming dominance, but also seemed to be touching her bottom line.

Because this demon king is outrageous, extremely outrageous!

It's so outrageous that even with some minor cheat codes, she still couldn't beat them.

For example, modifying game data, adjusting skill cooldown times, etc.

Even so, I still couldn't beat him.

What drove her even more to despair was that this "demon king" could maintain a higher level of skill than she could when playing games for three days and three nights straight without eating, drinking, or sleeping, and never made a mistake due to fatigue or poor condition.

This is a terrible thing.

Silver Wolf has been playing games for so many years, and he knows better than anyone that when people play games, they are always affected by various factors such as time, state, and emotions, and their competitive level will inevitably fluctuate.

But this "demon king" is like a precise machine, always maintaining peak performance, and this performance far exceeds her "limit".

Before this demon king appeared, Silver Wolf never thought anyone could do this.

If she hadn't used a little trick to check the demon king's IP address...

She thought it was because this 'genius' Screwgoom had actually come to play games for the first time ever!

Otherwise, how could he be "just a little bit" stronger than her, and how could his ID be "Demon King"?

When she saw this ID, she thought someone was provoking her!

Because she has a 'partner' she's lived with since childhood, who is also called the Demon King.

Besides the Star Core Hunters, only Screw Goom and the Black Tower know this 'little secret'.

Kafka's gaze returned to the Black Tower space station, her tone still calm, yet concealing a subtle hint of solemnity:

"It says that this young general is the 'darling' of the gods. The gods favor him because of an ideal, but because of this ideal, he will reject all the star gods."

"idea?"

Silver Wolf stopped playing the game and leaned forward slightly.

"What kind of ideology can win the favor of the gods? The gods themselves? Including destruction, gluttony, and even the machine head?"

She spoke very casually, subconsciously ignoring the "Black General" who was sleeping deep in the universe and rarely mentioned by anyone.

Kafka shrugged, her hands outstretched, a helpless expression on her face.

"Elliot didn't say, but it was very excited at the time, and its fur stood on end."

As you know, it's usually very quiet and rarely gets this excited.

She chuckled softly as she said this.

"At that time, it kept spinning in circles, muttering something like 'Everyone is like a dragon,' 'Everyone is like a dragon'..."

After it calmed down a bit, it said:

This idea, perhaps others in the world can accomplish, but this young general can realize it at the fastest speed, ushering in a completely new era for the world.

Upon hearing this, Silver Wolf fell silent instantly, his eyes somewhat vacant.

Is everyone a dragon?

These four words echoed repeatedly in her mind, and she subconsciously associated them with the game's settings.

Is it a new game mechanic? Or a "buff" that makes everyone stronger?

After a long silence, as if suddenly remembering something, she pressed for an answer.

"Isn't he said to be the young general of the Immortal Ship? Aren't all the generals of the Immortal Ship the envoys of Lan?"

Since he rejected the gods, he must have rejected Lan as well, right? So how did he become a general?

When faced with this question, Kafka simply shook her head slightly, maintaining her shrug posture, and remained silent.

The helplessness in her eyes was self-evident; she didn't know the answer either, as Elio had never mentioned it to her.

Seeing this, Silver Wolf pursed his lips, lay back down on the sofa, and sighed softly.

"Ah~ I hope his ideas can add a brand new way to play the universe, instead of the current situation where there's nothing new except running around, fighting monsters, and climbing the leaderboard."

In her eyes, everything in the world is like a grand game.

Kafka chuckled softly at her expression, took another sip of red wine, and her tone gradually became more serious.

"Silver Wolf, get ready, the new script is about to begin, and we need to go awaken 'her' as well."

Silver Wolf didn't even look up, his finger still tapping randomly on the screen.

"They're just some antimatter legions and lowly minions from the Black Tower. What's there to prepare? We can start anytime!"

Chapter 50 You've lost weight, you've aged.

The door to the machine shop was ajar, and dim yellow light poured out and fell on the snow.

Cocolia and Silva's song came to an end.

Two women, one standing at the doorway and the other sitting on the roof, were separated by a few steps and the passage of years.

Cocolia wanted to say something, but Hilva spoke first.

"Your voice is still so good."

The voice was light and airy, as if it were talking about something very ordinary.

Cocolia paused for a moment, then smiled.

"You too."

Hiluva looked down at her, her lips curved into a smile, but her eyes were a little red.

"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping? Are you out for a stroll? Is the Great Guardian that free?"

Cocolia shook her head.

"I can't sleep."

Hiluva did not ask any further questions.

"Why don't you come in and have a seat?"

Cocolia was silent for a moment.

Hiluva didn't urge her; she just sat on the roof, swinging her legs, and waited quietly.

After a long while, Cocolia nodded.

"it is good."

Hiluva smiled.

She flipped down from the roof, stumbled when she landed, her boots slipped on the ice, and she almost fell.

Cocolia instinctively reached out to help, but Hilva grabbed her arm.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I just slipped."

Hiluva steadied herself, let go of his hand, and patted the snow off her body.

She glanced at Cocolia and suddenly smiled.

"you lost weight."

Cocolia also glanced at her, her gaze sweeping over her from head to toe.