Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Chapter 168, Little Tricks to Maintain Humanity

"Boom."

Cheng Cheng popped the cork of the champagne bottle, and the champagne, after being shaken thoroughly, turned into foam and gushed out, dripping onto the bed sheets.

He poured three glasses, gulped down one himself, and carried the remaining two back to bed. He watched as Sylvia sipped her drink, her blush seeming to deepen.

So Cheng Cheng looked at the glistening wine on her rosy lips and slowly leaned in...

"hiss--"

Cheng Cheng immediately stopped what he was doing, bent over as if he had been electrocuted, and pursed his lips tightly. It took him more than ten minutes to relax and look at Freya with a reproachful expression: "Didn't we agree on twelve times a day? Why are you doing this again!"

She casually took the wine glass, her slender neck arching gracefully as she sipped the wine, washing away the lingering taste in her mouth. Then she curled up, nestling gently in Cheng Cheng's arms, her delicate fingertips lightly tracing his collarbone, her tone laced with a hint of mischief:

"It's twelve times per person... You still owe me five times today, and Sylvia six times."

Cheng Cheng: "..."

"Alright Freya... that's enough for today, take a rest."

Sylvia, who was not fully awake, was exceptionally understanding. She stretched out her fair and slender arm and pulled Freya, who was acting spoiled and unreasonable, back onto the bed. Freya hugged her like a pillow and soon closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep with steady breathing.

For the true God, even if they used their hands and feet on the surface and exerted a lot of effort, they would not get tired; but the long-lasting excitement, the happiness of the reunion, and the weariness after satisfaction still made the two of them fall asleep quickly.

Of course, there was also the reason for maintaining humanity—in this abyss of 120,000 years, in addition to repeatedly reading their own and others' lives, the group tried their best to maintain the habits of the human era. Even if they were not sleepy, they would hug each other and force themselves to sleep. Even if they were not hungry or thirsty, they would steal the fine wine and delicacies in the Kingdom of Ji Yushen.

This behavior of imitating human life has indeed gradually solidified their belief that they are still human.

At the same time, once they have fully mastered the source, their strength will depend solely on the level of their humanity and the strength of the conceptual symbol itself.

Therefore, this is also a form of spiritual practice, known as "playing the role".

In addition, their request for twelve times a day was not simply for pleasure or because of love—playing Plants vs. Zombies together allowed them to feel human and maintain their humanity.

Meanwhile, his close contact with Sylvia and Freya made Cheng Cheng feel that his attributes were slowly increasing.

The fact that Destiny: Immortal Crown allows players to share 120% of their attributes is already outrageous, but the fact that intimacy can increase even further after reaching 100 points is a pleasant surprise.

As expected of Superman, Superman can become stronger.

A certain useless little emperor, through the efforts of generations of emperors, planned for a hundred years and launched a war that sacrificed millions of imperial soldiers, finally gained the power to become a true god; while Cheng Cheng can gain even greater power by comfortably having sex with beautiful girls. This is the confidence that playing "Yuanshen" has given him!

Cheng Cheng took out his phone and glanced at the time; it was already 3 a.m. the next day.

In the stillness of the night, a sense of longing quietly arose in his heart. He wondered how Mu Zimi, who was alone outside and could not be heard even by the corner of the wall, was doing now.

With a sigh, Cheng Cheng calmed himself and slowly stood up.

The two people on the bed slept in a languid and intimate posture, their long eyelashes fluttering gently with their steady breathing, casting soft shadows on their fair cheeks. A few strands of Sylvia's soft white hair fell down, landing right near Freya's lips, causing her to unconsciously furrow her brow slightly and exhale softly before falling back into a deep sleep.

I never expected that their relationship would become so good, even though they hated each other when I proposed to get married.

The sudden sense of complete happiness filled him with warmth, leaving him slightly dazed.

However, he wasn't sleepy, after all, he had been lying in bed for more than a month. He was just exhausted from playing Plants vs. Zombies. It seemed like he was being influenced by fate. For some reason, he felt like he was really playing Plants vs. Zombies last night.

He leaned down and gently kissed the two girls' slightly parted, soft lips. Then, Cheng Cheng quietly got up, pushed open the door, and left.

He wanted to go outside to check on Mu Zimi's situation, make a pilgrimage to the Miyou Holy Land, and see other old friends.

But as soon as he pushed open the wooden door, the cool night air rushed in, and Cheng Cheng stopped abruptly, rubbing his eyes in disbelief: "Cuckoo?"

Beyond the wooden cabin lies a tranquil garden lake. But this lake seems extraordinary; countless tiny, shimmering white streams of light flow slowly across its surface, like millions of silver fish swimming leisurely, creating an exquisitely gentle and dazzling scene within the secret realm of the witch's tea party shrouded in eternal night.

On the lakeside, the branches of a green tree stretched out, and a slender young girl sat quietly on it.

Holding a simple white umbrella, she took off her shoes and socks, and stretched her fair, jade-like toes toward the flowing light.

"Hmm~"

She was holding a plain umbrella, having taken off her shoes and socks, and extending her jade-like toes toward the flowing light.

The moment her fair toes lightly touched the water's surface, a ripple spread silently, and the cuckoo let out a soft, soothing groan.

After enjoying a moment of peace, she slowly turned to look at Cheng Cheng, her eyes filled with a strange resentment: "Is it over?"

"That's all for today."

Cheng Cheng sat down next to Bugu, subconsciously reaching out his hand, then hesitating for a moment before putting it back. He looked around to make sure Freya and the others were still asleep, but ultimately didn't dare to reach out and hug the girl. Instead, he slowly said, "It really has been... a long time."

"It's been a long time for us~~ But it might not be so for the boss, right?" Bugu kicked the cold lake water, the crystal droplets dancing on her toes, her tone unusually gentle yet tinged with a hint of melancholy, "But, Bugu is used to waiting for the boss to appear over long periods of time, so don't worry about it."

“Um…” Cheng Cheng paused, “Me and Sylvia and the others…”

“I heard them.” Cuckoo’s voice became even more resentful. “They know I’m outside…otherwise, why do you think Freya would deliberately yell so loudly? Just to provoke Cuckoo…”

“I want to marry them,” Cheng Cheng said. “We’ve discussed the wedding during our breaks.”

The cuckoo fell silent.

Damn it! Why bring this up all of a sudden? There must be a better way to say it, right?

But, unexpectedly.

I have to say it, because no matter how you put it, the result is the same—I want to marry Sylvia and Freya, and under that premise, I don't want to give up Bugu and Mu Zimi.

When they first met, Bugu acted capriciously and unpredictably, leaving him completely baffled by her intentions. But after weathering countless storms, he had long since seen through the gentleness and kindness hidden beneath her carefree and unrestrained nature. Her willingness to stand up for him in times of crisis and her silent devotion over the long years had already made her irreplaceable and deeply rooted in his heart.

Whether it's love, desire, gratitude... whatever the emotion, he can't let go.

Mu Zimi was the same.

He knew his thoughts were despicable and selfish, but he didn't want to leave any regrets for this bond that spanned 120,000 years. Even if a direct confession would provoke resentment and cause Bugu to leave resolutely, he was unwilling to remain silent any longer.

Even if saying it directly would make her disliked, Bugu might immediately turn around and leave, but...

Looking up at the girl whose eyes held a hint of melancholy, Cheng Cheng asked solemnly, "At the wedding, will you... marry me too?"

The cuckoo's kicking motion suddenly froze. She slowly turned her head, forcing a stiff smile: "Boss, is this a marriage proposal?"

Cheng Cheng nodded solemnly.

"Hey boss, what kind of guy proposes to another woman right after sleeping with another woman?" Bugu almost laughed out of anger. "That's so insincere! Even if it were that silly Freya, let alone the beautiful, kind, smart and cute Bugu, she would be angry after hearing that, right?"

As expected, I was disliked.

I feel a little disappointed and don't know what to say next.

“Boss, even if you really want to marry three girls, you can’t marry them all at the same time… At least at the wedding, even Freya and Sylvia would want that day to belong only to themselves.”

"Actually... it's not three." Cheng Cheng weakly held up a finger, "It's four... plus Mu Zimi."

The cuckoo's fake smile froze on the spot.

"It's that child..."

After a long while, she sighed, withdrew her foot, dried it, and then turned and left.

So I guess I'm disliked... Why did I have to bring this up at this time?

I'll apologize to the cuckoo another day...

Cheng Cheng felt his mind was in complete chaos. In the midst of this confusion, he suddenly felt a soft figure hug him tightly from behind, and the sweet fragrance of a young girl lingered in his nostrils.

"If... Sylvia and Freya both agree and are willing to accept Mu Zimi..." Bugu's voice rang in my ears, "then you can propose to me more formally."

Eh?

So, does this mean... he's already halfway agreed?

Cheng Cheng was suddenly stunned. He slowly turned around to look, but all his unfinished thoughts were blocked by soft, sweet lips.

The moonlight reflected in the girl's once carefree and mischievous eyes, stripping away all playfulness and aloofness. For the first time, Cheng Cheng read a meaning beyond falsehood and lies in the moonlight—a tender and eternal longing that spanned 120,000 years, as gentle as moonlight.

"Want to know why I did that in the first place? Want to know why I like the boss?"

As the kiss ended, Cuckoo's nose gently brushed against his neck, her lips tracing a path down Cheng Cheng's neck to kiss his collarbone. Even though it had been 120,000 years since their last intimate encounter in the underground city, her skill was still so adept that Cheng Cheng felt weak all over.

I don't know how many times I practiced with Mu Zimi's personalities in the mental space.

Cheng Cheng's heart trembled slightly, and he answered softly, "Why...?"

I'm not going to tell you.

The cuckoo's eyes crinkled into a smile.

Because on that afternoon in the spiritual space, the moment she stepped out of the motel, Cheng Cheng was the first stranger she encountered; because it was he who lent a helping hand and redeemed her and her sisters in the spiritual space; and it was he who gave her, who was adrift and helpless after reincarnation, an expectation that she could hold onto for the long years to come.

A thousand thoughts remained hidden deep within her heart. Cuckoo didn't say a word, but simply raised her hand and gently pressed Cheng Cheng against the greenwood branch, her eyes gleaming mischievously: "Really want to know? Unless you make me scream louder than Freya~"

"Wait! Wait a minute!" Cheng Cheng quickly grabbed her flailing hand. "Sylvia and the others are right next to us. What if we wake them up..."

"It's alright, they're incompetent wives, they'll pretend they didn't hear."

Do you think Freya and Sylvia were the only ones who were anxious during those 120,000 years?

Why do you think Sylvia deliberately fell asleep at this time? She even opened the door to the witch's tea party for me before she fell asleep?

If they don't start now, they'll regret it!

"But I really didn't..."

"It's alright, I can hypnotize your body through the 'moon,' making your body mistakenly believe that there is still..."

"Hey, hey! Why is it always me who gets... um..."

A gentle evening breeze caressed the leaves, and the soft moonlight bathed the two figures embracing, serenely capturing their silhouettes on the tranquil lakeside.

…………

One month later, in the federal government, Washington, D.C., at the White House.

The presidential office has floor-to-ceiling windows that offer unobstructed views of a neatly trimmed, lush green lawn under a clear blue sky, a scene of serene beauty.

The federal president, standing by the window, had an unyielding melancholy in his eyes.

How did it come to this?

He murmured softly, his tone filled with confusion and helplessness.

Just thirty days ago, the world situation was still normal. While countries were not exactly thriving, they were at least constantly in friction, but a delicate balance was maintained, and the world was not yet at the point where war could break out at any moment.

But no one could have predicted that in just one month, the world would change drastically.

Today, war hangs in the balance, and destruction is imminent.