166: A perfect god? He's just a high-quality fake.

Chapter 166: A Perfect God? Just A High-Grade Knockoff. Zzzzt—

A noise of chaotic electrical current sounded in the air.

Professor Qin's originally overbearing sense of oppression actually showed a slight pause.

"It's Li Ke someone banging a broken gong got mixed into a symphony."

Chen Mo laughed loudly, "What? This is your divine power? You let me, this 'Draft,' throw you off key?"

Professor Qin's expression finally changed.

It was the rage of a perfect mask cracking.

"You seek death!"

He suddenly stood up, raising both hands high.

The massive reactor energy began to converge on him; he was preparing to unleash an attack powerful enough to wipe out everyone here.

Now!

"Old Lin! Ninth Master!"

Chen Mo roared.

Without needing the command, Old Lin, who had been playing dead, suddenly moved.

The bow of the chinese two-stringed fiddle in his hand had been replaced by an extremely thin steel wire, which he abruptly whipped toward the gun Su Qingxue had dropped.

The steel wire wrapped around the gun grip, and he pulled hard.

The gun flew into Su Qingxue's hand.

"Fire!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Su Qingxue didn't need to aim at all; she pulled the trigger purely on instinct.

Bullets poured out.

They still couldn't penetrate the magnetic field shield.

However, the sparks and vibrations generated by the bullets hitting the shield further interfered with Professor Qin's charging.

"It's useless!"

Professor Qin roared and slammed his palm down.

Boom!

A blue electric arc struck toward Chen Mo.

Chen Mo rolled sideways, barely dodging it, and the spot where he had just stood instantly melted into a puddle of molten metal.

"Fatty! Go!"

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to Chen Mo.

Ninth Master, carrying Li Ke on his back, crept along the shadows Li Ke a rat stealing oil, having already reached the bottom of the platform.

"Throw me up!" Li Ke shouted weakly.

Ninth Master gritted his teeth, summoned all his strength, grabbed Li Ke's waist belt, and flung him onto the platform Li Ke a sandbag.

Splack.

Li Ke's mass of fat heavily slammed down next to Professor Qin's Throne.

Professor Qin spun his head around violently.

But it was already too late.

Although Li Ke was fat, his hand speed was honed by thirty years of bachelorhood.

He pulled a black USB Drive from his pocket.

He had used his own teeth to shatter the casing, exposing the core crystal chip.

He immediately stabbed it into the red-flashing interface beneath the Throne.

Click.

Insertion successful.

"Adding some spice for you!" Li Ke roared, slamming down the Enter Key (though there was no keyboard, the command had been issued in his mind).

Beep—

A long tone sounded.

The wildly flashing countdown on the screen [00:01:20] suddenly froze.

Then.

It turned into garbled code.

[$#%@!&*]

The massive energy pillar began to flash violently, shifting from deep blue to a dangerous crimson.

"No!"

Professor Qin let out a shrill scream.

Not out of fear, but out of rage.

"My data! My new world!"

He felt a massive, chaotic stream of code frantically invading his system.

It wasn't a virus; it was all the junk information Li Ke had collected in this bug-ridden world.

Pornographic ads, scam texts, boring short videos, meaningless emojis... hundreds of millions of pieces of "human garbage" poured through that interface and flooded into the brain of this "God."

"Ugh—"

Professor Qin clutched his head and actually made the same motion Ninth Master had earlier—retching.

Although he couldn't actually vomit, his processor was about to explode.

This was Chen Mo's plan.

Since you are perfect, we will drown you in the most imperfect garbage.

"Now's the time!"

Chen Mo roared.

But he didn't rush forward to finish him off.

Because he heard it.

The reactor's heartbeat was erratic.

"Run! It's going to explode!"

Old Lin's expression drastically changed. He ignored all pretense of composure, grabbed Ninth Master, and ran back.

"Su Qingxue! Take the fatty and go!"

Su Qingxue rushed onto the platform, grabbed the still-grinning Li Ke, and dragged him toward the flatbed cart.

"Chen Mo! What about you?"

Su Qingxue looked back, only to find that Chen Mo hadn't moved.

He stood at the edge of the platform.

Blocking the path in front of the already frenzied Professor Qin.

"I have some private business to deal with."

Chen Mo waved his hand without turning around, his back to them. "The car key is in my pocket... Oh wait, this cart doesn't have a key. Well, figure it out yourselves."

"I'm not leaving!" Su Qingxue's eyes were red.

"Get out!"

Chen Mo suddenly turned back, his eyes, which usually held a lazy smile, were now bloodshot. "Don't distract me!"

Su Qingxue bit her lip until it bled.

She knew what Chen Mo was doing.

Although Professor Qin had been bombarded by junk data, he was rebooting.

Once the reboot was complete, he would drag the entire city down with him.

Someone had to stay behind and completely sever his physical connection.

"You must live!"

Su Qingxue fiercely wiped her face, dragged Li Ke, and jumped off the platform.

The engine of the flatbed cart roared again, carrying the three people rapidly away.

In the empty underground hall.

Only two people remained.

A standing "Draft."

A kneeling "God."

"Heh heh... Heh heh heh..."

Professor Qin slowly raised his head, black engine oil leaking from his golden eyes. "Do you think... you've won just Li Ke that?"

"You have only postponed the inevitable ending."

"As long as I am connected to this reactor, I can infinitely reconstruct myself."

He staggered to his feet, his white suit now scorched black.

"A-001, since you refuse to submit, then become nourishment and merge with me."

He spread his arms.

The reactor behind him let out a roar, and countless energy tentacles stretched out from the light pillar, coiling toward the two men.

Chen Mo didn't dodge.

He simply pulled a crushed cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

There was no fire.

He glanced at the electrical sparks flying everywhere around him.

"Mind if I borrow a light?"

He leaned toward a descending electric arc and lit his cigarette.

He took a deep drag.

The pungent taste of nicotine cleared his muddled brain slightly.

"Actually, Old Lin was wrong."

Chen Mo exhaled a smoke ring, looking at the hideous monster before him.

"You are not a God."

"You're not even a person."

Chen Mo raised the bent steel pipe in his hand and aimed it at the most crucial, brightest node on the reactor.

That was the "fatal weakness" he had identified after listening for a long time.

It was also the valve for the entire energy cycle.

As long as he smashed it.

This thing would turn into a massive firework.

"What are you doing?!" Professor Qin finally panicked. "If you blow this up, you won't survive either!"

"I was a cripple to begin with."

Chen Mo smiled, a dazzling, brilliant smile.

"Trading one rotten life for the fall of a God."

"That's a worthwhile deal."

He tossed the cigarette butt away.

He leaped high into the air.

The steel pipe in his hand descended with an unstoppable momentum, slamming down hard.

"Just... shut up!"

Dong————!

The world fell silent.

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