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The dwarf Hawkins weighed the hammer a few times. This body made of gears could not transmit the weight, and hitting it would often make the originally waste material even more unrecyclable.

He felt the questioning gaze of the little girl next to him, and his self-esteem was a little hurt.

"Cough cough cough--" The dwarf Hawkins coughed awkwardly a few times, then twisted the scraps together to form a beautiful metal flower.

"for you."

"Thank you!" Tori's face lit up with a bright smile.

The girl regained her smile that had been lost for who knows how long. The flowers made from waste materials seemed to have fulfilled their greatest meaning and became lifelike.

Chapter 393 The Great Backdoor

It took Blaze a long time to reach the [designated location].

When Gunrat pointed to the vague light in the distance and said solemnly that it was the back door of Helheim's underworld, Blaze couldn't hold back.

He knew what Gunrath meant. Helheim was the world of the dead and the end of life. Logically, there would be no so-called exit, and there would only be one entrance.

The light source in front of us can not only leave Helheim, but also invade Helheim. It is a veritable "back door".

The closer they got to this backdoor, the more wandering spirits and monsters gathered, all trying to escape through this exit. The light seemed like a kind of salvation, as the wandering spirits pressed against each other, climbing, eventually forming a strange, religious tower resembling corpses crawling toward the sun.

But this backdoor really is a backdoor!

But if you think about it carefully, although this is a backdoor, it is at least the backdoor of the Ouroboros, the backdoor of the giant that can surround the world.

Some things really shouldn't be considered too closely, like the footprints left by the Titans. The giant footprints were like the gates of hell that had been opened, with countless hideous and terrifying monsters crawling out.

At that time, people were filled with fear of the footsteps of the evil Titan, until a stranger pinched his nose and said, aren't these monsters just the sweat from the feet of the Titans?

Everyone sweats on their feet, so everyone is a little disillusioned with the Titans.

Blaze stepped onto the tower of corpses, and with every step he took, he heard ghostly howls. The corpses' bodies had long since stiffened, along with their souls, but even so, they could still howl.

If he were on earth, Blaze could use the combination of Night Watchman and Lantern Bearer to liberate the dead. But unfortunately, his light could only guide the souls wandering in the human world, taking them to where they should go.

These corpses belong to the underworld of Helheim. If they want to escape to the human world, Blaze can't help them.

When Blaze came to the light, he had a strange feeling of meeting greatness.

If this world had a primary belief, it would undoubtedly be "enormity." People subconsciously seek the profile of something great within a vast mountain range.

This is an instinct.

Therefore, the back door of the snake, which is known as the snake that surrounds the world, is undoubtedly great.

"But how much does such a huge snake need to eat to be full?"

"It doesn't need to eat," the chicken explained to Blaze. "It eats to maintain its energy consumption, but it's an Ouroboros, symbolizing cycles and infinity. If you insist, it's eating its own body, turning it into nutrients to fuel its growth."

"So it really is holding its own tail?"

Blaze imagined the scene, a snake twitching its tail. For some reason, it seemed quite endearing.

"That's just its symbolic meaning. Ouroboros means growing with its own flesh and blood. Its own flesh and blood will consume itself, and then regenerate itself. Therefore, Ouroboros has never eaten since its birth. Its back door can be said to be the cleanest back door in the world, second only to mine."

Blaze slowly covered his face, and for a long time he wanted to comfort him and tell him not to feel any psychological pressure to walk out of this bright back door.

"cloth----"

When Gunrat's delayed shout came, Blaze subconsciously turned his head and saw a wandering soul warrior rushing up on the tower of corpses, aiming at the exit.

"Go down!"

Blaze kicked the Wandering Soul Warrior, sending it flying. If it was a normal deceased person who wanted to leave Helm's underworld through the back door to find their family or something, he might have turned a blind eye.

But these wandering warriors, each with a hideous look on their face, roared madly, wanting to reach the legendary warrior paradise. If these guys left Helm's underworld, they would probably not hesitate to unleash a bloody storm.

"Lord Blaze, this happened suddenly. I hope you can help us destroy this tower of corpses. (Ten times the speed)" Gunlat carried Gunraot and solemnly commissioned Blaze.

This tower of corpses has accumulated over time and has touched the back door of Helheim. Then the wandering soul warriors will be able to climb up the tower easily and escape from Helheim.

Although Hela is the master of Helheim, in order to ensure that the dead in Helheim will not starve, Hela must sit in the palace and feed the dead, and cannot leave for a moment.

The blood-spotted giant dog would only leave its cave when its destined death approached. Gunrat and Gunraot, the servants, seemed so useless, and those who lived in Helm were all non-war dead. Even those who were once valiant warriors would only want to escape Helm.

The result of various factors is that Helheim has no legion and no guards, and is unable to deal with the situation where wandering soul warriors want to escape from Helheim.

"If that's the case, let's not talk about whether the Wandering Soul Warriors will bring disaster to the world of the living. If the Ouroboros is constantly stimulated by this and lashes out wildly, the world of the living will surely be devastated."

Blazeno stepped thoughtfully on the tower of corpses beneath his feet. He was worried that he seemed to have gained benefits unilaterally. Now he could do something to repay Hela for the important information and Ouroboros' help.

[Special Mission: Destroy the Tower of the Survivors/Accepted]

"Lord Blaze, destroy this tower that will bring disaster to the world of the living!" Gunrat still shouted in an extremely slow and excited tone.

But the expression and shouting, delayed tenfold, made Blaze feel out of place. He inevitably cast his gaze towards Gunraot beside him. This dignified-looking maid had been sleeping the entire time, and she was at least speaking up for her companion, who seemed to be under a curse.

As if noticing Blaze's gaze, sweat broke out on Gunraot's face, and his body trembled as if he was trying his best, and then he successfully raised his thumb.

Since Gunraot had no intention of raising his arm, the thumbs-up looked like a gesture of disdain.

"Alas." Blaze sighed and jumped off the tower. The moment he was free, he threw out his grappling hook to grab the top of the tower, then used his weight to swing up, while swinging the twisted sword to smash the tower.

Although this process is exciting, it also looks like some kind of feat to end the disaster, such as trapping these dead who are eager to die in the underworld of Helheim.

But if you think about it carefully, is he now cleaning up the old dirt that Ouroboros has accumulated since the Age of the Gods?

It is indeed the world's largest, godlike snake. The back door is the light that leads to the world of the living, and the old dirt is a tower pushed up by countless corpses.

Chapter 394 She Must Be a Spy

On Contemporary Advances in Artificial Intelligence…

After a string of useless nouns, Penguin finally finished his research report and successfully completed another successful issue. His classmates were envious of him because he worked at [G]. Although he was an intern, it was [G], the company that produced [Godlock].

Penguin waved his hand modestly, suggesting that everyone go out for dinner together, and he would use his recent overtime pay to treat everyone. As a result, he gained a bunch of godsons and goddaughters.

This group of people chose an underground bar that was like an urban legend. It was said that although it was a bar, it had all kinds of food and could be said to be a high-end food stall.

As soon as Penguin stepped into this so-called urban legend, a nerve in his brain immediately started to send out a crazy warning: This is... an infringement warning from the Ministry of Justice!

The restaurant has taken unauthorized advantage of the design of the Dionysus Tavern in the Balkan city from the play "Godlock".

This is too arrogant, why not just put a Mickey Mouse here!

Penguin picked up his phone and wanted to notify the company, but because he was the godfather of everyone present, his every move was under everyone's watch, including the female store manager with muscular arms who was carving ice with an electric drill.

Penguin thought that it was his off-duty time now, so he should wait until he got to work tomorrow to talk about it.

Everyone celebrated the end of their research and excitedly discussed where to go to relax next. But when talking about this, the penguin felt that he was out of tune with his friends, as if he lived in two different worlds.

Because his schedule clearly stated that today was his only day off. The only consolation was that it was a paid day off.

In grief and anger, the penguin drank a few mouthfuls of milk like he was drunk, and then he became even sadder because he couldn't have a hangover because he had to go to work tomorrow.

At this moment, a beautiful girl in a white dress sat down beside him. She was holding a glass of fruit wine, and the rich aroma of wine mixed with the smell of shampoo hit him in the face. It was not pungent but quietly penetrated into his heart.

Although the white dress was very loose and no feminine curves could be seen, the exposed snow-white arms made people blush.

She tied up her hair and smiled brightly. It was like a childhood playmate who had grown up and become beautiful, quietly hiding beside him, popping up from time to time like a prank, waiting for him to discover her.

He had some impression of this girl. It seemed that every time he reported on his research progress, she would sit below and look at him with a smile.

It seemed that she was the one who suggested coming to this underground pub, and now she was sitting next to him with a glass of wine in her hand.

Could it be that she is... Could it be that she is a corporate spy?

The penguin's eyes became sharp.

He has a shitty childhood playmate. This guy definitely has ulterior motives. Don't underestimate him because he has completed the plus version of "You Are Agent 007" and punched all kinds of beautiful undercover agents!

"Classmate, I have been following your research." The girl in the white dress shook her fingers and started with the penguin's achievements.

Even though the penguin was prepared, he couldn't help but turn up his nose.

"After all, my predecessors gave me many opportunities to practice..."

They started chatting. The girl in the white dress was obviously the one who started the conversation, but she easily got the penguin talking and became a very qualified listener.

But the penguin was not fooled at all and would not reveal the core secret at all, instead he talked about the plot of the game in "Godlock". However, the penguin who had been cautious and vigilant did not notice that he was walking towards the trap.

"Hmm~ This game is amazing! The NPCs are all so adorable, like that Herbie Hermes." The girl in the white dress narrowed her eyes, her cheeks tinged with pink from the fruit wine. "I love these little girl-like, yet reliable, adult characters the most."

"This NPC is one of my main research subjects. Generally, NPCs in important positions are specially designed, and at least have blessings or special abilities. But Herbie Hermes climbed to a high position by her own ability, which is unbelievable. Logically speaking, she should be an ordinary person." The penguin clicked his lips, remembering the big things that happened recently.

"But something happened to her recently. I wish I had known this earlier."

The girl in the white dress had a frown on her eyes, but she quickly smoothed it out, maintaining her innocent and lovely demeanor as she chatted with the penguin. The penguin was also extremely defensive from beginning to end, refusing to say anything other than the game plot, so much so that when the conversation was over, several classmates asked him if he was gay.

He was furious and said that he had decided to devote his life to "Godlock" and [G].

The underground bar fell silent, and the girl in the white dress crossed her legs, her feet with pink nail polish and sandals looking particularly charming.

"What are you trying to do?" The female store manager picked up a towel and pressed it hard on the face of the girl in the white dress, kneading it like dough.

"I'm busy as hell, and you're just here flirting with some hottie."

The female store manager became more and more angry as she thought about it. She wished she could grow another pair of hands to cook and another leg to serve the food, but this bastard pretended to be innocent and seduced her. Veins bulged on his hands as he rubbed the woman's face with the towel.

From under the towel, shrill screams gradually emerged, as if someone was experiencing some kind of torture.

"Hmph!" The female store manager snorted coldly and took away the towel. After removing her makeup, the woman's bare face was completely vicious and seductive, the kind that would bring disaster to the country and the people in ancient times.

"Are you planning to do something weird again?"

"How could that be? I just found a backdoor." The woman pinched her face and relaxed her expression. "You should know that we designers have reserved [God] accounts for ourselves."

"I don't know." The female manager rolled her eyes, turned around, and didn't want to pay any attention at all.

"Okay then." The woman's voice lowered and she stopped talking. Then the rustling sound of cleaning was heard.

The woman seemed to have calmed down, but the female store manager was very concerned. She turned around quietly and saw her eyes slightly curved, full of evil smiles.

At some point, the woman quietly walked over, supported herself on the counter with both hands, and stood on tiptoe, waiting for the female manager to look back.

"You know I can't log in to the game normally, right? If they check my personal information, those guys will be alerted immediately. Although I can use a little trick to get in through the backdoor and log in as a visitor."

"We're guarding against you like we're guarding against thieves." The female store manager nodded, showing her full understanding.

If you let this kind of person wander around in a virtual world with extremely high learning ability, you never know what big trouble he might cause.

"But there is one account that is an exception, and that is the [God] we prepared in advance."

Chapter 395 Waiting for the Light That Guides the Rainbow

There is a saying that goes, good game makers are often also good game players.

Over a hundred years ago, a man offered a full refund for his game, even after the expiration of a certain time limit. However, the prerequisite was that players had to defeat him, the game's creator, in the game.

Then, before that old man can no longer hold the mouse, no one can defeat him and ask for a refund without any reason.

This is undoubtedly the ultimate romance for game developers, but geniuses are very self-aware. As the gaming industry becomes more and more developed, players are becoming more and more perverted. The more free the game is, the stronger the players are.

Their gaming skills would likely lead to them being annihilated in a one-on-one duel with other players. Therefore, they shamelessly created "God" accounts for themselves, euphemistically claiming that this was in line with their pre-set behavior.

Isn't it set in the setting that after the Age of Gods, gods can only exist outside the world? Then isn't it normal for them to secretly create a few gods who can log in?

"Everyone has a [God] account that matches their personality. Guess which one I am?"

"Rotten, insidious, stinking, conceited, vicious, moody, cold-blooded, and an unkillable cockroach god."

"Pfft—wrong answer, it's the Sun God."

"...Ahahahaha——" The female store manager laughed the happiest laugh she had ever heard since she met this woman. After she finally recovered a little, she looked at the woman and continued laughing while holding her stomach.

Even the women's expressions became stiff.

"Hahaha, cough cough cough... I say, if you create a [God] account, won't that go against the settings?" The female store manager almost fell over laughing, but she still became serious when the woman clenched her fists and made "hmm" sounds of helplessness and rage.

"Are you sure the world won't be destroyed if someone like you holds such an important position as the Sun God?"

"Illiterate, don't you know we've referenced a lot of myths? Most myths have many similarities due to cultural integration. Just like the Nordic countries have blood-spotted giant dogs and the Greeks have three-headed dogs, there are also many sun gods."

The woman raised her hands and shook her fingers to indicate the number of sun gods.

"To maintain balance and maintain the story, we intentionally made deletions and substitutions. The [God] accounts we created are the gods that were deleted from the story and no longer exist. Once logged into these [God] accounts, the story structure would be affected and irreversibly altered, so they are kept very closely guarded."

"Although I have the key to log into the body of God, I am completely unable to use it."

"So?" The female manager looked confused.