Chapter 959

"Stop, stop, don't you think everything here is great?"

"Look, the reason everything here exists is just because I provided information—this wine bottle, this bar, the jukebox, the music, and even the space I occupy."

"If I wanted to, I could have left no space for you to enter, making this fortress completely closed."

The "Black Moon" was still pressing step by step, and the Administrator retreated repeatedly.

"... Of course, if I really did that, you would hammer this place into pieces."

"After all, you are a cosmic constant, and this is just a pile of insignificant concepts piled together."

"So, I left a humanoid gap for you to occupy."

The "Black Moon" stopped.

Detached from the supreme realm, imprisoned in a tiny body, suddenly possessing consciousness... He fell into the trap of "Balance".

"What did you do to me?"

The Administrator grinned; he waited for this moment for too long.

"I customized a path of least resistance for you—and then you drilled in as I hoped."

"I dragged you into the same level as me; in the next few minutes, I will defeat you with my rich experience of being a human."

Just as the wise man concluded, never argue with an idiot, because he will pull you to the same height as him and defeat you with rich experience.

The "Black Moon" began to roar.

His voice was simply noisy to a certain extent, with the barking of dogs, the roaring of lions, the hissing of snakes, and the roar of supernova explosions.

"Meaningless. You will still die." The "Black Moon" said.

Am I a bit too deifying the supreme divinity... The Administrator had a thought flashing in his heart, and the gap between reality and imagination made him feel disappointed.

It's like when seeing the white moonlight again, finding that the other party's figure has long been out of shape, the mouth is full of hidden words, and smoking, drinking, and perming hair are all present.

When an existence of the symbolic realm falls into the real realm, it is inevitable that such a gap will appear.

Luo Tianyi, who exists only as a symbol, will not take drugs, but a skin-covered person with a real-world part will make all kinds of news.

The Administrator shook his head and sighed; he leaned on the bar he had just cleaned and looked directly at the black shadow in human form.

"To be honest, I'm a little disappointed in you—I waited for billions of years for this moment, but you're like a funny villain in a cartoon..."

"Although you are the incarnation of 'meaninglessness', you can't always repeat a sentence that has no meaning, after all, you now have a human form and can speak human language..."

"This may not be your fault; you were originally a great existence as vast as the ocean, but now you are forced to squeeze into a plastic bottle."

The "Black Moon" was still approaching, gathering fists on the side of the smoke-like body, roaring low.

"I think we can sit down and talk first."

The Administrator retreated again, raising his hands.

The "Black Moon" did not reply.

He jumped onto the bar, the wooden structure collapsed inch by inch under his body, wood chips and sawdust fell to the ground, rotting in an instant.

"Meaningless!"

The "Black Moon" let out a deafening roar, waved his fist, and attacked the Administrator (bbda) in an instant.

The Administrator was not surprised; he dodged, dodged the "Black Moon" who was not yet familiar with being a human for the first time, and took the opportunity to bend over and roll, pulling a double-barreled shotgun from under the bar.

For this life-and-death fight, the Administrator made countless plans over billions of years, and this one belongs to the moderate difficulty level.

Boom!

The muzzle spat fire, iron sand surged out, hit the "Black Moon's" chest, and pierced through it.

The "Black Moon's" body, which should have been an indefinite smoke, had human wounds; since gods can be injured, then He truly became a human from this moment on.

And if a human is killed, he will die.

The "Black Moon's" body swayed twice, but did not fall; it was indeed injured, and the injury was not light, but what followed was anger enough to annihilate the universe.

It was once a supreme existence that transcended the universe, and now it is an infinite existence confined to the finite.

After a brief maladjustment, it began to understand the operation of the finite, and at the same time prepared to destroy "Balance" here.

And until the ammunition was cleared, the Administrator failed to kill the "Black Moon".

He was a little surprised, thinking that it is worthy of being a supreme divinity; even if it is pulled to the same level as himself, it is still very difficult to deal with.

Without giving the Administrator time to reload, the "Black Moon" roared and charged, like a fully armored heavy cavalry, hitting the Administrator against the wall, smashing out cracks.

The shotgun slipped out of his hand and slid aside.

Before the Administrator could slide down naturally, the "Black Moon's" hand, which seemed to be gas, had already pinched the Administrator's neck, exerting force diagonally upward, intending to strangle him.

"Balance" seems to be an immortal power, but it is also relative.

At this moment, the particularity of the two cancels each other out, and there is no longer a one-sided injury-free situation.

The Administrator gritted his teeth, held his breath, his arms bulging with veins, tearing at the "Black Moon's" hand, but the limb that seemed to be gas was harder than steel.

The situation became more and more critical; the Administrator's face turned purple, his lungs began to burn, but he still accumulated enough strength, kicked the "Black Moon's" abdomen with a flick, and beat it back, hitting the bar.

The Administrator fell from the wall, half-kneeling on the ground, coughing violently while gasping for air.

He didn't have much time to recover his strength; time was not abundant, and he had to kill the "Black Moon" before it broke free from the constraints.

He roared, sticking close to the howling "Black Moon".

The two immediately fought together, biting with teeth, elbowing, kneeing, head-butting... every part of the body can be a weapon used to kill the other.

Both sides were crazy; it was impossible to tell that one was the Foundation's Administrator and the other was a supreme divinity who despised all living things.

Wine bottles were shattered all over the floor, and there was a strong smell of alcohol everywhere, as well as dangerous glass fragments.

The two supreme beings fought from inside the bar to outside the bar, from standing to fighting on the ground, covered in wounds by the wood chips and glass slag on the ground.

They fell on the floor, and red blood also dripped on the light surface of the floor; the two stumbled back, rested briefly, looked for the opponent's flaws, and tried to win with one blow.

Thus, they each grabbed a folding chair, fought violently, fought until the weapons were out of hand, and turned into fighting on the ground again.

After a while, the Administrator kicked the "Black Moon" away and stood up first.

Thank goodness, having been a human for so long, his speed of getting up was much faster.

And that means an advantage.

He endured the pain, walked to the "Black Moon" who was lying on the ground trying to get up, raised his foot, and kicked the "Black Moon's" knee socket with his toe, making the latter start to howl.

But the gloating only lasted for a while.

The "Black Moon" caught the loophole, hugged the Administrator's leg, and dragged him to the ground—but when he fell, the Administrator grabbed an ashtray on the bar and held it in his hand.

The Administrator fell heavily, his head hit the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

He suddenly found that his vision was missing—one eye was blind.

But this was not the worst; he found that half of his body was not listening to him, his consciousness was a bit trance-like, and the impact just now must have hurt his brain tissue.

Adding insult to injury, the "Black Moon" sat on him and attacked his head frantically.

"Meaningless! Meaningless! Go to hell!"

Tinnitus was loud, the world in the Administrator's single eye became more and more blurred, and his mouth and nose were full of fishy smell.

Damn it... The Administrator summoned the last bit of strength, raised his arm, and smashed the ashtray on the "Black Moon's" head.

Once, twice, three times, many times... The Administrator smashed more and more smoothly, his movements became blurred, until the "Black Moon" finally fell and stopped howling.

A mess everywhere.

The bar was a picture of a gang fight, half of the bar frame remained, the wine rack still had a frame, and there were mixtures of alcohol, blood, and black oil everywhere on the ground.

It was just that the jukebox was unaffected and continued to sing.

Did I win? I should have won...

Sighing, as if spitting out all the energy in his life, the Administrator dropped the ashtray covered in black oil, pushed away the remains of the "Black Moon", and planned to sleep there.

He just closed his eyes, thinking that there was one more thing to do.

"Come on, buddy... Let's hold on for a while."

The Administrator used the bar as support and climbed up as best he could.

He was covered in blood, flowing continuously; even if he didn't suffer other injuries, the blood loss alone was enough to kill him.

He couldn't hold on for long.

The Administrator leaned against the wall, swaying, painful and slow, and walked to the jukebox, taking a coin from his pocket.

"This place is just information, not even matter."

"The universe closed its door long ago, but this place only needs to press a button to return from information to matter."

At this point, a song ended, the Administrator put the coin into the player, and closed his eyes.

"Let's see what happens if we introduce some existence to nothing..."

Before falling, he hugged the player and smashed the button:

"Let there be light!". ===== CHAPTER 961 =====