Infinity Throne

Wu Lulu's face usually only has two eyes, no nose, mouth and ears.

But this no longer affected Yi Lin's ability to interpret Wu Lulu's expression.

It's sincere.

Yi Lin didn't know what the other party liked about her.

Perhaps it was his simplicity that attracted Wu Lulu.

It needs a simple and smart deputy captain, and he is just right for this position.

But Wu Lulu's invitation was like applying for a job in reality.

This is a two-way selection process.

Can't force it.

Yi Lin looked at the letter.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Yi Lin reached out to the envelope. He gently pressed his fingers on the envelope.

"You are right, Wu Lulu." Yi Lin smiled slightly: "Perhaps the 'invitation' in front of me is that as a small human being, I am the only one who has the possibility to evolve to high-latitude creatures, and even become... a god. Opportunity. Moreover, this is equivalent to the back door you gave me. As long as I become your vice-captain, all this cruelty and the upper-level game will have no connection with me."

Wu Lulu nodded: "My dear friend, you are very smart." It spread its hands and said: "You know me, Wu Lulu is not just a captain. Oh, you don't know, managing a ship is really tiring. , Wu Lulu needs a cunning and shrewd assistant to help Wu Lulu better manage the 'crew' kept in captivity on the ship."

Yi Lin was still smiling and did not comment on Wu Lulu's words. He continued to say what he said: "The undead are all 'people' who have died once, including me. Perhaps because they have personally tasted the taste of 'death', the undead are Will be so eager to 'live'."

Wu Lulu noticed that something was wrong with Yi Lin's tone, her egg-shaped eyes flashed with a dark look, and she remained silent.

"I've had 'bonds' with many people, which may seem ridiculous to you. I have no past, I can't even see my origins, I have no parents, do you know this feeling? Normal Human beings are all born from the mother's belly. But I... didn't. I don't know when, I started to appear in the world like a 'ghost' out of thin air. Because of this, I have nothing to do with some people. The bond created gradually became the proof that I 'had been alive'."

Yi Lin raised her head, looked at Wu Lulu's surprised stewed eggs, and shook her head: "You don't have to look at me like that. I also know that my current speech seems a little hypocritical. Maybe I will regret it as soon as I go out... ..." Yi Lin slowly, little by little, pushed the letter in front of Wu Lulu with great force: "At least now, at least this moment, I don't regret it."

The bar was empty.

Just treat Yi Lin alone.

And the “god” in front of you.

Not everyone has the experience of having a heart-to-heart talk with “God”.

"Here I personally killed many of my former friends,"

"Whether it's someone I 'know' or someone I 'don't know'."

"I killed them with my own hands,"

"again and again."

"The world is unfair,"

"No matter they are 'living' or 'dead', they should not encounter this."

"If the world is fair, they, and she...should be able to survive."

The foam in the corners of Wu Lulu's eyes grew more and more.

It clearly felt a strong "sadness" from the plain tone of its best friend.

"So, I decided that no matter what I am about to experience, even if these words will be heard by 'above', haha, I guess I am not the only one who curses the gods. One day, I will tell the story of what we have suffered during our lifetime or after our death. All these, little by little, are returned to them doubled.”

"If I abandon my current 'ship', abandon everything in the past, and take your ship, even if I become the vice-captain, I will feel... as if I am no longer myself. Huh... you just treat me as me Just be hypocritical, Wu Lulu. Do you know what 'hypocrisy' is? It means 'the right choice made by smart and resourceful humans based on their judgment of the situation'. In short, I decided to stay here."

"So, sorry, Wu Lulu."

Wu Lulu's face turned from purple to black, then to pink, and finally blood-colored foam burst out of her eyeballs: "Farewell, my dear friend."

It was very sad, wiping away tears as it took out a wooden sign from the bottom of the table saying "Closed Today".

"Uh... no hurry, do you mind mixing me another drink? The last one."

Yi Lin stretched out an index finger.

"good."

Her best friend Wu Lulu skillfully prepared a cup of "rest" to let Yi Lin die happily.

"Ah don't..."

Yi Lin quickly stopped him.

He rejected Wu Lulu's invitation because he didn't really want to die.

Yi Lin once again confirmed to Wu Lulu that no matter what level of undead they were, they could only withstand one cup of 'Wululu's cocktail' during the period between entering and leaving the mission. Yi Lin speculated based on past experience that this was very possible. It is related to the setting that every time the undead returns, the body will be automatically repaired and the 'backup' restored.

Since I can only have one drink...

Yilin thought for a moment and told Wu Lulu what she wanted.

"you sure?"

Wu Lulu asked in surprise, this was the first time that an undead had made such an outrageous request to him. Of course, the other undead and Wu Lulu had a purely transactional relationship, and they never thought about letting Wu Lulu "customize cocktails." Another reason is...it's expensive.

"You humans always have some strange hobbies and orientations."

Wu Lulu murmured, her hand speed exploded, and she prepared a cup of extremely gray wine in a blink of an eye.

In the bone wine glass, the thing that could barely be called "wine" was not "liquid" in the conventional sense. It was like smoke and mist, and the gray gas condensed into a strange vortex in the wine glass.

"This cup is called 'The Calamity of the Abyss'."

This glass of wine actually had its own sound effects. Yi Lin stared at the glass of wine, and a sound like a harem wailing came from the glass.

Yi Lin drank it all in one gulp.

Ding~

A crisp voice sounded in Yi Lin's ears.

finally!

Breakthrough!

Lower limit!

Yi Lin's forehead hit the bar with a "thud", and a red bud bulged on her forehead.

He can be said to be in pain and happiness now. The taste of this glass of wine cannot be described in words. This pain is not physical, but mental. A strong sense of uneasiness came over him. He raised his head and looked around subconsciously. In an instant, he had a strong illusion that "the whole world was preparing to murder him".

Suppressing the discomfort caused by "negative luck breaking the lock", Yi Lin paid the bill readily.

In the weird expression of Wu Lulu, whose skin was cracked due to shock, Yi Lin handsomely transferred all the last hundreds of thousands in the account to Wu Lulu.

Yi Lin left Wu Lulu with a chic back and waved: "Goodbye, friend."

…

Return to the Land of the Dead.

Yi Lin scrolled through the panel over and over again, looking at the "luck value" column, feeling inexplicably happy.

Negative numbers... good negative numbers, wonderful negative numbers!

In this way, the enhanced [Echo of Doom], which can turn all skills into AOE without any brains, is finally unlocked!

Because of this, Yi Lin officially bid farewell to "lucky" and became the embodiment of bad luck. From now on, winning prizes, drawing cards, wishing wells, and all these things have nothing to do with him. But it doesn't matter, the strong never rely on luck, they all rely on strength...except Pan Zhengyi.

Having said that, he had never seen Pan Zhengyi in the world of the dead.

Could it be because, with Pan Zhengyi's luck, he will never die no matter which timeline he is in?

Is this what you mean?

Isn't that outrageous?

After a trip to the town of the dead, the countdown in the black pillar of light jumped from [32] to [35]. This process may be very slow, but there is no shortage of undead in the world of the undead. From the [Tower of Death] area server in Nuoda It is not as difficult as imagined to select a fighter among one hundred elites.

This is what Yi Lin thinks now.

He still doesn't know that his situation at the moment is too small.

Before entering the real 90th floor, Yi Lin did not leave the realm of the dead. He had been paying attention to the changes in the progress bar. As soon as the spiritual energy value was full, he would enter the hub and tap on the throne, scratching here and there. Make up for it.

In fact, in the process of creating the "Infinite Throne", Yi Lin vaguely figured out the "method" to enter a higher level.

It's not as simple as truly completing the "Infinite Throne", but... taking the path of "infinity" to the extreme.

Death, war, famine, conquest, nightmare, shadow, paleness...

The power dominated by "them" becomes their "name" itself.

Does this mean that when a certain power reaches its end and is even enough to become a "concept"-like existence, it can be promoted to a "master"?

Of course, now that Yi Lin is thinking about this issue, it is still too far away for him.

I do not know how long it has been.

Progress bar: [96/100]

Yi Lin sat quietly in front of the light pillar, waiting silently.

Perhaps at the same moment, in different junctions of the dead, there are the other 96 undead standing at the top of all the undead pyramids, all with different moods, waiting for the moment when the progress bar fills up.

With no one to accompany them and no one to talk to, at this moment, all the undead are lonely and helpless, waiting for the end of the fight for a long time.

【97/100】.

The flames jumped.

Yi Lin closed her eyes.

Bits and pieces of the past came back in silence.

…

"I want to bring you back to my world,"

"I'm going to take you to see everything I've been through,"

"Walking the path I walked, feeling the wind blowing through me, and the sunshine that warmed me,"

"Come with me to relive the scenery in my memory."

…

Two cold tears fell from the corners of Yi Lin's tightly closed eyes.

When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them easily, but they are not sad yet.

But Yi Lin is not sad.

This is...hate.

Regret for myself, and hatred for "them."

"I'm sorry, everything is my fault..."

"I promised Gilgamesh that I would bring them 'victory'..."

"I also promised you, I promised Brother Jian and the others that I would take you back to my world..."

"I also promised Mirien that I would return to the real world alive with her..."

"None of the things I promised or the promises I made came true. It was me who 'betrayed' them."

"It's me, I'm too weak."

The past and promises seemed to have turned into a heavy burden, weighing on Yi Lin's shoulders.

Yi Lin found it difficult to breathe and out of breath.

He opened his eyes again, his eyes were ruthless and cold, like iron.

Countdown: [100/100]

The dark beam of light spread from the center to all directions, including Yi Lin who was sitting quietly.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Lin disappeared.

Rumble.

After Yi Lin left, the barren land that Yi Lin had been lying in the open air for a long time quickly collapsed, collapsed into the void, and was annihilated into gray dust.