Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Wukong struck her with his staff, but was knocked back!

Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm was swept away by her with one hand!

The demon saints rushed forward, only to be shattered by her palm strike!

But everyone—

Fight to the death, never retreat!

Cheng Cheng closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, they had turned completely golden—this was Wukong's Six Senses, his Fiery Eyes of Truth, which could see through all illusions.

He saw the princess's only weakness, so he slowly raised his hand and held up his index finger—

Directly facing Princess Rock!

Meanwhile, beneath Sky Island lies Earth.

America.

statue of Liberty.

The figure holding the torch high seemed to overlap with Cheng Cheng. Countless Americans unconsciously raised their right hands, raising the index finger that pulled the trigger and took the lives of others, pointing it at the supreme Mi Men Heavenly Palace!

One person, a hundred people, a thousand people, ten thousand people...

"boom."

The index fingers of millions of people were severed at that moment!

At the same time, the Statue of Liberty collapsed with a crash, and a giant gun demon emerged from the stone statue, raising the cannon-like weapon and pulling the trigger towards Sky Island!

This is the ultimate move of the Gun Demon's Fire Seed, sacrificing the index fingers of millions of gun-wielding people to gain the power to kill legends!

"boom--!!!"

A giant index finger shot out from the gun barrel, accelerating to Mach 100 in an instant, like a lightning bolt flowing against the current, heading straight for the heavens!

This is a blow from humanity, a blow of freedom, a blow of resistance!

In the blink of an eye, the index finger pierced through the divine body constructed by the Rock King Princess with the Three Returns of Qi, and golden divine blood fell like raindrops!

"I... did it for humanity..."

She opened her mouth, but said nothing.

The towering figure began to collapse, golden light scattered, and stars fell.

Noelle, the Rock Queen—

And so he perished!

…………

The moment the princess fell, countless rays of light flew out from her body!

Those filaments of light were multicolored, some as bright as lamps, some as soft as water, some as hot as fire, and some as cold as ice—they were the traces of the Dao, forged in the alchemy furnace by countless games that had been killed by the primordial spirits over the years. They were the blood, sweat, and tears of countless players and the soul of endless games.

Thousands upon thousands of Dao traces filled the sky, swirling and intertwining, with the vast majority heading towards the earth beneath Sky Island and surging into the bodies of players across the land.

Suddenly, those players were no longer bound by their primordial spirits and could freely choose any game without worrying about being hunted down by the immortal army!

"People of the world! I return the right to freedom of play to you!" Cheng Cheng exclaimed as he looked at all this, his voice echoing across the earth through the traces of the Dao, "From now on, even if the primordial spirit remains, there will be no more justice or destiny in the world!"

Cheng Cheng, who was closest to the source, naturally reaped the most Yuan Dao Dao Traces.

As Cheng Cheng wished, the hundreds of streaks danced, swirled, and converged in the air—

Finally, it coalesced into a giant divine axe.

The divine axe was a hundred feet long, its blade a deep black color, covered with intricate patterns. These patterns were not runes, but rather—

Countless game names have been swallowed up.

Black Myth: Wukong, Mingchao, Fang Zhou, Uma Musume Pretty Derby, Naruto, Fate/Grand Order...

One after another, densely packed, the entire axe was carved.

Each name represents a game that once existed, and a group of players who once loved it.

Wukong looked at the axe and said softly, "The Dao traces of the Yuan Dao are originally formed from the wishes of all living beings, so they are naturally invincible. With it, you can split everything—even a lawyer's letter."

Cheng Cheng reached out and grasped the divine axe. At that moment, he felt the voices of countless people:

Black Myth players: "Win the TGA Game of the Year for us!"

Naruto players: "For us, let our will continue to burn!"

Mingchao players: "Defeat the Primordial Spirit for us!"

Fang Zhou player: "For us, smell those stinky feet one more time!"

Horse racing game player: "For us, let the Qin Dynasty's reforms succeed!"

Azur Lane player: "Go to Einstein's island for us!"

And those games that have disappeared, those games that will never be updated again, those games forgotten in the corners of history—they all say the same thing:

"For us—"

"Live well!"

Cheng Cheng's tears flowed down his cheeks.

He gripped the divine axe tightly and turned around—

Look at the five-fingered mountain pressing down on Freya's mother on the ground.

That mountain is very high.

It was so tall that its top was invisible, so large that it blocked out half the sky, and so heavy that it even bent the sunlight.

Freya was trapped under the mountain, her small figure curled up in a stone cave at the bottom of the mountain, motionless.

Cheng Cheng's heart clenched suddenly.

mom……

I'm so sorry you had to suffer!

He took a deep breath, raised the divine axe, and with the combined power of all living beings and all his strength, he cleaved down with the axe!

"boom--!!!"

Crashed!

Wuzhi Mountain split open from the middle, with countless pebbles flying everywhere and dust filling the sky, obscuring the entire sky!

…………

How is Cheng Cheng doing?

He lost his memory, his divine eye, and his power...

Will he be bullied by those heavenly soldiers and generals? Will he be captured by that Rock King Princess? While I was away, did he eat enough? Did he miss me? There's been so much silence, could he—

He's already dead?

No, definitely not!

This is a witch's dream trial. The witch seems like a good person, so why would she kill the trial participant?

Thinking about this, Freya found it funny herself.

He's not really my son, why should I worry about him so much?

Although he looks like an ordinary person, he's a mysterious being who can control me and Sylvia! Besides, didn't he solve all the problems before? So, there's nothing to worry about, nothing at all…

Freya gradually curled herself into a ball, staring at the dark stone wall, unaware of how much time had passed outside.

The magic has run out.

In this world where magic cannot be replenished, she too became a mortal, unable to do anything...

But I just can't help thinking about it.

I think of that lazy, carefree boy who only knew how to play games all day; I think of that mysterious and powerful Mr. Mambo; I think of that figure who called me "Mom," and who, despite her sincere love for the primordial spirit, would still stand in front of me to protect me—

Let me tell you a secret—actually, although you feel very uncomfortable when you're being controlled, you don't actually show that much hatred, okay?

After all, Cheng Cheng would play games with her, take her to eat desserts she was afraid to eat before because she was afraid of gaining weight, and even secretly drink alcohol with her body... Although she couldn't understand anything, at least she didn't have to think about anything and could just leave everything to "Mr. Mambo".

It's like going back to childhood, where I can continue to be that carefree and unrestrained little princess.

The responsibility of finding my father, the burden of saving my mother, the desire to break the royal curse... all the challenges I've faced since leaving the palace are now out of the question. Mr. Mambo is working on all of these things anyway, so I can just leave it to him!

Thinking about it this way, I feel that Mr. Mambo is like my father.

Are they each other's parents?

This way of playing is still a bit too niche.

To be precise, he's more like a princess's knight—though she grew up in the deep palace, she never had a knight of her own, but when the palace maids told those stories of the common people, she couldn't help but imagine what her future knight would look like:

Perhaps he will ride on auspicious clouds of seven colors, wear golden armor, and be handsome and dignified, always standing by my side, fulfilling the duties of a knight—to dispel my worries when they come, to shoulder my responsibilities when they arise, and to eliminate my dangers when they strike—just like now, when I am once again in peril.

Will Cheng Cheng come to save me?

"Well!"

Thinking of this, Freya's cheeks flushed again.

I should have been the one to awaken Cheng Cheng during this trial, but in the end, I ended up hoping for his rescue. I'm still too weak...

Thinking this, Freya smiled slightly and leaned against the cold stone wall, seemingly about to fall asleep.

Just then—

"boom!"

The mountain split open, and a beam of light shone in.

She looked up.

But those aquamarine eyes reflected Cheng Cheng's figure above the clouds—his figure was bathed in light, stepping on auspicious seven-colored clouds, wearing golden armor, holding a primordial giant axe, facing him directly, and once again showing a gentle smile on his clean and handsome face.

that moment--