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Whether he is a king or a cell man, they are all part of him. Even without those experiences and identities, he becomes a different person, either glamorous or disabled and old, but he will never be tamed, and he will always live unbridled!

This is who he is.

So what's wrong with the king wanting to take a relaxing vacation?

The ghost in the basement realized that the mission was completed and finally rushed up quickly. The purple crystal exploded under its feet, and it sprinted upwards diagonally to complete the mission that was impossible before.

Until the ghost reached the top and saw the ruins all over the ground.

Looking at the ruins, the ghost was stunned for a while, and finally found a spacious place and sat down with his chin in his hands.

Does this look like he's admiring something? Or is he engaging in some deep reflection?

In reality, it was just the ghost's panic.

How to do?

It looked at the ruins, its heart filled with sorrow.

Because it was the one who caused the disaster, it must be held accountable to the end. The ghost never abandons responsibility and pretends that it does not exist. Responsibility is responsibility, and it is a destined fate that cannot be escaped.

So it tried hard to reduce the losses in this disaster, but it didn't expect that the same situation would happen in the end.

How could it rebuild these ruins? The ghost, remembering that he knew nothing about architecture, felt even more worried and wanted to sigh.

"What's wrong with the ghost?" Perhaps the decadent atmosphere was too obvious, so that even a thick-skinned person like Steve noticed it.

[Ruins restored to their original state]

The ghost held up the sign dejectedly, feeling depressed when he thought that he was the culprit of all this.

This would easily remind him of a kingdom that had once been ruined. However, until now, this kingdom has not been completely repaired. There are still some additional areas that have not been included in the chat group and need to be repaired.

“? Ah” Steve couldn’t understand. Steve was shocked, but Steve seemed to understand something. Well, Steve didn’t understand anything.

At this moment, the ghost has begun to consider the possibility of running away.

Although responsibility is a very important thing, when it comes to something that is beyond its ability and has no way of completing, it can only consider making up for it in other ways.

It is a terrible thing to constantly waste time on things that you cannot do, even worse than encountering a Snooker that looks just like you in a dark lair.

Because this kind of thing will not grow yourself at all, it will only cause trouble to yourself.

[run]

As soon as the ghost raised the sign, he felt a dull pain in his chest, probably his conscience howling.

So it changed the sign.

[? ]

Steve became even more confused. He was like the question mark on the ghost sign, trapped in an incomprehensible situation.

"You mean these houses are in ruins, so we should run away as soon as possible?"

Val looked at the bewildered Steve and offered a proper reminder. "I don't think it's necessary. After all, we've resolved their disaster. The ruins we created were completely helpless. They should be able to communicate and exchange ideas on this matter."

The ghost took the sign down with great difficulty, and after a long time, he raised it back with even greater difficulty. Ghosts have never been good at sharing things, let alone something like this, which could be considered as a dark history.

The ghost thought uncertainly about the knowledge taught to it by the chat group.

I'll let you out.

Val stared at the words for a long time, then looked at the ruins before him. After a while, he said quietly, "Then let's run away, the sooner the better."

458 Steve's Shocking Statement

There is no distinction between day and night in Hell. The hot magma and the shining fluorite are the few sources of light. However, with the plunderers opening the gates of Hell and establishing trading channels with the piglins, a large number of fires, coal bonfires and the like were brought to the Netherworld, which finally saved the piglins from having to go to the dangerous cliffs to mine the rare fluorite.

This is a good deal. The plunderers exchange their common resources with the piglins for gold, and then use the gold to buy some rare things from the piglins, or hire them to do work.

This is a win-win deal, but there are no villagers among the winners.

So Steve will stay in the end, even though he knows very well that the ghost will tell the truth, and as the ghost's friend, he will bear the consequences and compensation that may come together.

He also had to try to gain the forgiveness of those pig spirits. The ghosts had helped them so much. As their friends, he couldn't just run away against his conscience and abandon his conscience just because the ghosts didn't want to be involved with them.

That's impossible. Steve would never do such a thing. Not in the past, not now, and not in the future.

What was rare was that the cell man didn't walk away or even lose his temper.

Steve, who was not afraid of death and could not die, immediately showed his true nature and asked shamelessly.

He had a smug, provocative grin on his face and drew out his words. "I—I told you no one can resist the cuteness of a ghost!"

The cell man, who had finally calmed down, clenched his fist unconsciously when he saw the other party's annoying smile.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

After he became king, no one ever dared to speak to him in such a provocative tone, unless that guy wanted to lose his head.

Perhaps the Cell People were so well-mannered in managing their expressions that Steve didn't even notice the other person's rising anger and continued chatting away. "I always say that everyone in a chat group will eventually become friends. Why would there be so much anger between friends?"

He was secretly, no, openly mocking the tit-for-tat between the supervisor and the cell members.

"Friends?" Steve heard the Cellman chuckle. No, it wasn't a laugh, but it wasn't sarcastic either.

"Don't think too much about impossible things." The cell man retorted bluntly.

Steve's smile immediately fell. Val walked behind him and patted his shoulder, as if to comfort him.

"We can only be considered accomplices at best..." When the cell man saw the destroyed city, he felt annoyed and wanted to ignore it.

Because he had done the same thing, even worse than this. At least there were no casualties in this war. Judging from the performance of those strange square-shaped pig-headed people, they probably did not evacuate on their own will. It was probably the ghosts who used some tricks.

Regardless of whether this concern is false, at least it proves one thing: ghosts are better than he was back then.

He had tried to stop the spread of the plague, even though his intentions were not good. After all, if all his people died, who would help him achieve immortality? In the end, the plague still spread, even though it was due to the greed and stupidity of some people.

This proves the failure of his policies.

It is difficult to admit one's failure, but now reality forces Cellman to admit it. However, he will not bow his head.

Hearing the word "accomplice", Steve tried hard to hold back his laughter, but his face still twisted into a funny shape.

He always felt that if he said these words, he would be beaten. Being beaten was a small matter, but if he returned to the village, it would be a big deal. If he took a detour from there, he would get lost. It would be very easy to go around in circles and end up back at the starting point. He estimated that he would not be able to return in a short time.

So he chose to go to the chat group to find Tony Stark to tease each other.

After all, the only one who was in sync with him in this regard in the chat group was Tony Stark. The doctor was too nice and would only advise him not to make fun of others behind their backs. He always felt that it was a heinous crime to share things with such a nice person.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: I told you Cell Man wasn't a complete jerk, right? I told you he still had some value in being saved! They're all just in the chat group, how could they be so completely rotten? Stark, I told you, people like this are just arrogant people who say one thing and do another.←_←

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? :? What's with all that talk?

Sora put down his spoon, feeling increasingly bewildered. He'd barely checked the chat group recently, yet how had it developed into this state? Wasn't the pace of change too fast?

The doctor, who saw through everything, remained calm as he carried Xiao Ke, who was rummaging through his office, while typing what he wanted to say.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: @Fanatical Architect Steve, I want to tell you a very unfortunate news. What you opened was not a private chat but a public screen. Considering that you will not die, and... I am too busy here, so I will not come to dissuade you.

After he finished sending this long string of words, he lifted Xiao Ke onto the table at his eye level, crossed his fingers and supported his head, and asked in a low voice.

"Have you finished the food? I remember I filled almost every available space in your dormitory with honey cakes. Your roommates protested against me for this."

He asked this, but Xiao Ke just looked at him pitifully, looking very aggrieved. He even threw a tantrum on his desk and rolled around, looking extremely pitiful.

The doctor felt something was wrong. He stretched out his hand and was about to touch the man's forehead when the man came closer foolishly. His soft cheek touched the cold, delicate glove with a smile on his face. He looked silly and didn't seem to be in a conscious state.

"You're eating mushrooms again?" The doctor said helplessly, raising his fingertips to wipe the tip of the man's nose. "That stuff isn't particularly delicious, so why do you keep thinking about eating it?"

He sighed deeply, stood up, picked the man up and put him on his shoulder, ruffling his long hair.

"Be more careful next time. You've already caused me quite a bit of trouble. I've been going to the infirmary frequently lately, and a passing operator saw me and thought something was wrong. One night, while I wasn't paying attention, they sneaked into my bedroom dressed in black. I deliberately ignored them, and when I woke up one morning, there were fruit baskets all over my bedside table."

The doctor quipped unconsciously, his tone relaxed and carefree, without complaint. "I even went to explain it to each of them, but they still didn't believe me. They just tiptoed around, patted my shoulder, and told me everything would be fine. Then, once I was a little further away, they'd whisper, 'How could someone as strong as the doctor get sick? Is there something special going on?'"

He didn't really scold them, but carried the person all the way to the medical room. Perhaps it was this overly gentle attitude that made Ifrit and Ceob persist in their strange behavior.

However, he had been particularly happy recently because Rhodes Island had established its own headquarters on this continent, a mature, stable headquarters capable of combating natural disasters. Furthermore, they had openly announced that any infected who wished to return to normal life could come to them for help.

Even if they are criminals, as long as they do not deserve the death penalty, Rhodes Island will give them a chance to change and make amends.

Because the world is already so bad, if Rhodes Island is too harsh, the infected people who are already being treated unfairly by the world will only truly step into the abyss of death.

You can't expect a group of poor guys who have been oppressed, never received a proper education, and are surrounded by death all the way to learn what kindness and compassion are.

Of course, Rhodes Island is not a place where filth and dirt are hidden. Rhodes Island will not accept the real and pure villains, or will not admit that they are part of Rhodes Island, and will harshly require them to make corresponding contributions to make up for it.

This is as it should be. If you make a mistake, you must make amends. Excessively pursuing the root cause without exploring and reflecting on your own mistakes will only lead the infected person to a path that goes against everyone else, and such a path is destined to be bad and hopeless.

Rhodes Island has tried its best to get the infected out of this terrible quagmire, and to the doctor's relief, their efforts have indeed been effective.

At least, Ursus, under pressure from both the Reunion Movement and Rhodes Island, had no choice but to temporarily cancel its strategy against the infected. After all, they had heard a little about the strength of Rhodes Island's humanoid weapon, not to mention that they also needed the Originium technique that could resist natural disasters.

Reconciliation is inevitable under the premise that the interests are consistent and the other party cannot be defeated. Even if many bizarre things happen during the signing of the contract, it does not matter. After all, those provocations and sabotages cannot outweigh the interests and lives of the upper nobles themselves.

So of course the Doctor was happy. He had fulfilled the operators' expectations of him and brought some hope to this depressing land. No matter how slim or incredible this hope was, the moment he appeared, it illuminated the journey forward for countless people.

He was very happy here, but the chat group was in chaos.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: ? Stop talking to me about things I don’t understand. I’m busy here.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: ??? You fucking Stark, stop playing dead for me! Stop playing dead for me! Help!!!

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: I was drifting on the sea and felt a little dizzy. When I opened the chat group, I thought I was hallucinating.

Wilson just finished sending the message and then he lay down on the edge of the bed and vomited all over.

[Equilibrium Scientist] Great Scientist: I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassed. Even floating on the sea makes me dizzy. Is there any solution? I know I shouldn't bother you with such a small thing, but I really have no choice.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: Get a less rocking boat, or take some dizziness pills. Or perhaps consider my Extremis Medical technology? It can solve all your problems in one go.

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: Thank you. I think it’s better to take medicine. Forget about the boat. After all, we have some very strange things here, and normal boats are not safe.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: !!! Stark, aren't you fucking here? Didn't you say you were busy? Why are you still replying to messages in the group chat? !!! Are you a brother? !!!

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: OK wait a moment, I will wrap it in a red envelope and send it to you.

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Master Architect:! Stop playing dead, answer me!!!

Steve looked at someone who completely ignored him and wanted to throw the chat group to the ground, but when he reached out his hand, he only touched air.

He turned his head stiffly, not daring to look at the cell man's reaction. He was afraid that the other party would rush over with a weapon and chop him at the next moment.

Although he has always been a senior in the chat group and his strength should be quite good, and it is hard to say who will win or lose in a fight, after all, everyone has their own strengths, but when facing the person he teased, he naturally felt a little guilty.

But the unexpected thing was that the cell man was not angry at all.

Didn’t the other party check the messages in the chat group?

Steve was overjoyed. He thought that as long as he chatted more with the people in the group and posted those messages, he would be safe.

But in the face of reality, his delusion was destined to be cruel. When his intermittent eyesight successfully saw the blue screen in the other person's hand, Steve knew that everything was over.

He could start running now.

But no, the other party is still sitting there?

Could he be right? Was he really a tsundere who spoke in a hypocritical manner but acted righteously?!

Steve's eyes sparkled as he felt he had discovered something incredible, but out of caution, and because he felt that if he really acted rashly again, the other party would 100% definitely catch up with him and try to break his legs, so he briefly suppressed his desire to talk and waited for the right opportunity to complain harshly.

But in fact, the cell man had no intention of causing trouble for him, at least not now. Even if he did feel angry, it was too disrespectful and he should be executed.

But the ghost was still sitting next to him.

He dared to bet that even though the ghost was sitting obediently on the stone platform with his legs swinging, if he had any intention of killing Steve, the other party would come to stop him as quickly as possible.

Moreover, Steve's immortality was known to everyone in the group. What was the point in him killing him? He would simply dissipate into thin air, slipping away from his sight, leaving him alone, helpless and furious.

So he ended up doing nothing, but just silently took out his weapon, held it in his hand, weighed it over and over again, as if he was calculating something?

The ghost felt a momentary chill when the cell man picked up the weapon. It subconsciously raised its head and looked around trying to find the key point of what happened.

But nothing happens here.

459 Post-War Processing