Chapter 608

Inside the villa.

Standard three dishes and one soup, with perfect color, aroma, and taste.

Su Yang picked up his chopsticks and signaled, "Sit."

"Oh..."

Lin Yang, with a bruised and swollen face, sat down obediently, his eyes full of grievance.

Then he tremblingly picked up his chopsticks to eat a mouthful of rice, which tasted bitter in his mouth.

Recalling the scene just now, his body couldn't help but shiver.

Su Yang didn't show any mercy, as if he were treating him like a mortal enemy, every punch landing on flesh, the force comparable to a wild bull's charge.

He almost beat him to death.

If it weren't for his maxed-out durability attribute, this table of dishes would probably only be cooked in the next life.

"It was just a casual joke, is it necessary to make such a big fuss?" Lin Yang muttered.

"What did you say?" Su Yang raised his head.

"Are the dishes to your taste today? I specially bought some mild chili from the mall," Lin Yang changed his expression and bloomed with a spring-like smile.

"Top-notch, your skills have improved," Su Yang gave a thumbs up.

"Glad you like it," Lin Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, he felt the Su Yang in front of him had become much more unfamiliar.

Although the affection between them was as intimate as ever, there was an extra element that couldn't be explained.

Lin Yang could clearly feel that Su Yang was significantly more urgent after coming out of the game.

He had always been very calm, facing problems and difficulties with composure.

But today, he was the opposite.

Both his words and actions were mixed with a trace of anxiety.

Just as Lin Yang was about to ask, Su Yang asked: "Do you think I was too hard on you today?"

"Huh?" Lin Yang was stunned.

"Clearly just an ordinary joke, yet I made a mountain out of a molehill, punishing you with groundless charges?" Su Yang said unhurriedly.

Isn't that so?

Lin Yang didn't dare say that, swallowed a mouthful of rice and said: "Are you... not in a good mood?"

Su Yang shook his head, raised his eyelids slightly, and said seriously: "Always remember, we are friends, brothers, comrades who can entrust our backs to each other."

"I won't harm you, and I won't force you to do things you don't want to do."

"And you, don't think about anything else, just play the game well. As long as I'm alive, I will always be the strongest shield behind you."

"Go ahead and venture, I've got your back!"

Lin Yang was moved beyond words, but several big question marks popped up on his forehead.

"What's wrong with you today? Did the game not go well?"

Su Yang put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with paper, "The gods above, in what form do you think they exist?"

The topic changed too abruptly, and Lin Yang suddenly fell into deep thought.

After a while, he said: "I think they should be people. After all, you are now an 'Ascend God' seed. Understanding it literally, you will definitely become a god in the future."

Su Yang nodded and continued: "Currently, all players are in the sea, the island represents a prison, and an area means a jail."

"In that case, according to the traditional rhythm, after four death games, you switch to the next location to continue playing."

"Although the environment changes, the essence of the prison remains the same."

"You and I are still prisoners!"

Lin Yang felt bad hearing this, but couldn't deny it.

That was the fact.

They didn't have freedom in the true sense.

Precisely because of this, Su Yang often said when clinking glasses—'To freedom'!

"Just as you thought, gods are also people."

"To be precise, their predecessors were people."

"Following this logic, all existing players have a chance to become gods, not just 'Ascend God' seeds."

"Of course, I said it's just a chance."

"In other words, gods are the outstanding ones who killed their way out from billions of players. Their existence represents the supreme law of this world."

"They are also the creators of the rules."

"Their majesty cannot be blasphemed or violated."

"I used to think about a question: does becoming a god mean freedom, does it mean transcendence, completely getting rid of the prisoner status?"

"Now I no longer dwell on this question. The encounter in the ninth death game made me realize..."

"Competition exists at all times. Having left the second stage, now is the main event!"

Ninth...

Death game?

Lin Yang asked curiously: "What did you discover?"

Su Yang drank some water to moisten his throat and continued: "I have heard of the ultimate goal of 'Ascend God' seeds. Combining the oral accounts of Old Era players, I can roughly confirm its authenticity."

"You mean... some physical object?" Lin Yang's eyes widened.

"That's right!"

Su Yang crossed his hands and supported his chin, saying seriously: "The Golden Throne!"

"This..." Lin Yang was speechless.

He was extremely shocked at this moment.

So many new terms suddenly appeared, never heard of before.

What are Old Era players?

What is the Golden Throne?

"I met an Old Era player who was full of nonsense before I left. Although most of his statements were fabricated, the fact that the Golden Throne will lead fish to worship is true," Su Yang said.

Worship?

Lin Yang's confusion deepened.

He and Su Yang were clearly in the same world, why was there such a large information gap between them after just one game?

It was as if...

A huge chasm had appeared between him and his good brother.

Looking at Lin Yang's confused expression, Su Yang asked suspiciously: "You don't know?"

"What should I know?" Lin Yang said subconsciously.

"Old Era players, didn't you meet them in the game?" Su Yang frowned slightly.

"What do those guys look like?" Lin Yang asked.

Su Yang slapped his forehead and sighed helplessly.

It seemed he had taken things too much for granted.

He thought Lin Yang would encounter opponents like Zhu Xiang in the game just like him.

Consequently, he briefly explained his encounter in the game to Lin Yang.

"What?!"

Lin Yang stood up with a start, slapped the table with both hands, his pupils shaking violently.

"Swoosh—"

At this moment, a light suddenly passed by.

A familiar beautiful figure came into view.

Both turned their heads at the same time and saw that she was in rags, her fair skin exposed to the air.

Her face was exhausted, her legs covered in scars, one shoe missing, standing barefoot on the ground.

It was as if she had just experienced a great battle.

"Weiyang?" Su Yang hurriedly got up to support her to the living room to sit down.

He handed her a bottle of water he had unscrewed and asked: "Did it go smoothly?"

"Gulp~"

Qin Weiyang drank the water in big gulps, 500 milliliters disappearing into her stomach in an instant.

After drinking, she licked her red lips, took another bottle, and drank it all in one breath.

"Slow down, don't choke," Su Yang said softly.

"Hoo~! I'm alive." A stunning smile suddenly bloomed on Qin Weiyang's cold, beautiful face.