818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

When a part of the rules controls the rules, then such an existence can be called a master.

And the master has absolute power to control the rules.

With a wave of Prosser's hand, the gigantic puppet that resembled an ancient giant in mythology fell to the ground, its body melting into snow, and the snowflakes defied the concept of gravity and flew to the pure white sky.

Those ice-like divine powers are just the weakening of the energy after it has been lowered by one level.

What is really scary is the energy formed by the rules themselves.

With this awareness, he stretched out his hand again, casually swipe across the pure white space.

I saw that the world where the invisible edge is located is clearly divided into boundaries, and where the naked eye can see, there seems to be a color slightly darker than other whites.

This makes it appear that it is no longer an indefinable existence, but forms a cube.

With the concept of a cube, there is no problem simply calling this space a cube.

Consciousness itself relies on various information to judge everything received by the brain.

"But it's a bit complicated to say that..." Prosser thought for a while, and named this place... "The Game House of the Lord of Light."

He named it with absolute malice.

Because it's like saying that the previous battle was just a joke between the owner and the pet.

Fortunately, there is no ego in the rules, otherwise I would definitely quarrel with Prosser.

Stretch your body, you can manipulate any kind of concept here, so Prosser put on clothes when he transformed himself into a god.

Then he created chairs, scenery, animals and other works out of thin air, until he adapted to this force, he began to have himself, and at the same time, loneliness.

He can create everything here, but it is very empty.

"I always feel like I've forgotten something..."

The memory was filtered over and over again, even the day when he was born as a piece of meat was repeatedly screened.

The current Prosser is sober as never before. He can name all the gods in the God Realm, and he can also point out the real names of regional demons.

He can go back to the past to see himself in the past, and he can also go to the future to enjoy the scenery there.

Logically speaking, he should have already "got what he wanted".

From before to now, my only obsession is to become the master. The ridiculous thing is that after he became the master, he was extremely confused, as if something was missing around him...

There was no trace of joy on Prosser's face when his wish was fulfilled for many years. Instead, his face was solemn and expressionless, his fingers curled up against his forehead, and the memories he sifted through repeatedly, non-stop...

Scenes flashed in my mind, some lazily spent their days in the God Realm, some got off the earth and were worshiped by believers, and some traveled through time and space to become the God of Spring.

Everyone's face appears and disappears in the memory, each name is instantly remembered and then forgotten.

After recalling it hundreds of times and not letting go of any tiny details, a pair of quiet dark eyes flashed, and his heart was shocked.

Prosser shuddered when those eyes appeared, but it became more and more difficult to recall. He still couldn't remember the owner of these eyes, let alone his name.

"Could it be the sequelae of the incarnation rules?" Prosser patted his forehead angrily, "Damn it, I just said that there must be risks in doing that."

Even though this empty game hut can be filled with the vitality of a world, it still remains pure white in front of its owner's soul that does not contain any impurities.

Pure white and dead silence, pure white and quiet.

So after he sighed, this breath may appear in any corner of the hut, because this hut is the power of Proser, and Proser can also be this hut.

Concepts like mastery are just another degree of incarnation.

But before becoming a master, no one can imagine what it would be like to be born into everything.

Therefore, after Prosser made that crazy decision, his success rate was less than [-]%. No one knew what it would look like after he merged with the rules, but he succeeded, and even though he succeeded, he also failed.

Life and strength are gained, but things are lost.

bad.

Super sad.

Prosser circled the chair twice, he was already the master, but he never thought that there would be such a bad time.

The decadence that he couldn't think of, made him feel a gentle force coming from the back of his hand when he was about to be discouraged.

He lowered his head and saw a pure white flower with bloody red marks swaying its head.

Unconsciously, he stretched out his hand and took it in the palm of his hand. It was a flower that was almost half the size of his palm... He remembered... As he recalled his memory many times, he suddenly remembered the name of this flower.

"Peggona."

means……

"Well!"

The sorted out memories surged up wildly all of a sudden, the flowers fell down, holding his head with both hands, Prosser struggled with all his strength in the vortex of the past.

"How about making a deal?"

"I really still like you."

……

"Aren't you jealous?"

"Well, I know this is too hard for you."

……

"Your Majesty Pluto, I like you very much..."

……

The memory quickly pushed from the back to the front, and every word he said to that person sounded in his mind.

Prosser found that in the past, his voice was either raised, gentle, or pretending to be soft, but that person's voice was always silent, patient, and conniving.

Such a difference, as if, besides, he is the part you lost.

Losing that part of you is crippled.

"I named it Peggona, which means to get my wish..."

Prosser opened his eyes abruptly, and when these words sounded, the closed door suddenly opened, and the torrent of memories blocked at the other end of the world was rushed back to his mind.

"I remember now."

He remembered all the lost left hand and the lost memory.

……

"Look, His Majesty has reacted!"

Tiira wept with joy.

Hearing her voice, Ebra couldn't help but want to get closer, but was stopped back. He looked at the other party with a wry smile and revealed his identity.

"Your Excellency Death."

Yolanda said happily: "Ho Ho Ho Ho, I appreciate your respect very much, unlike the stinky boy lying over there, who just calls me old and immortal."

The leader of the Reaper family, the living fossil of the history of the God Realm, has become a legendary power holder of death so far, but now he covers his mouth and laughs loudly, exuding a taste of old disrespect.

Ebra twitched his mouth and tried to pry something out of his mouth, but the other party didn't give him this chance at all, and ran to Prosser's side in a flash, pointed at him and laughed: "You kid also has today! Haha Ha ha ha ha!!!!"

Ebla has black lines all over his head.

Lying on the cold black stone platform was the corpse of a god, even though it had lost its soul, it still exuded a faint light, proving how powerful the god was before it was alive.

Yolanda looked down, a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I think this kid is doing well."

Then without hesitation, he began to touch this body.

Ebra watched in embarrassment as this god, whom no one could offend, picked up a lock of blond hair and scratched the nose of the corpse, or lifted the sleeves of the corpse in a mischievous manner, and looked at the arms under the clothes.

Yolanda said: "When he touches it back by himself, this body will become the best habitat to protect his soul." Speaking of which, he laughed happily, "If even my body can't welcome him back soul, then there is nothing I can do.”

Ebra pursed his lips tightly. Although he knew he shouldn't ask, he still said vigilantly: "How can you have the divine body that His Majesty lost?"

Yolanda pouted, "Guess for yourself."

Ebra: "..."

Yolanda didn't bother to pay attention to this kid, and happily circled around Prosser's body, the girl who didn't pay any attention to the situation here.

Tiela is beautiful and has a very deceptive temperament, which makes the Lord of Death who is surrounded by a group of young men all the year round extremely rare.

So they are all the main gods who come to him for help, but only Tiira can get the honor of staying by Prosser's side.

Yolanda rubbed his eyes and thought: "This kid really has eyes." Then he turned his eyes to Prosser's face, and I have to say that even if it is a corpse, the aura accumulated over the years makes this face Full of captivating dignity.

"Tsk, I just have a pretty face!" For Yolanda, this little guy who always came to drink with him, but was always at odds with him, was born with good luck, otherwise he wouldn't have been swallowed by the rules. You can also find opportunities to break through the master.

Yolanda felt bad when he thought of this. Proserto's time was only a fraction of his time but he was one step ahead of him. This made the Lord of Death feel very uncomfortable.

Once he is unhappy, he doesn't want to make others happy, so he shouted: "Tyila, who looks better than this kid!"

Tiira raised her eyes silently, and said plainly, "Of course it's my Majesty."

Yolanda: "..."

heartbroken!

How can she have such bad eyesight when she is so beautiful!

Obviously I am much more handsome than him!

He kicked open the wall next to the stone platform, and no one thought that there would be a mirror embedded in the wall in the gloomy room made by his mischievous taste.

Now that the wall was opened and the mirror was exposed, Yolanda stood in front of it and asked proudly: "Mirror, mirror, tell me who is the most handsome in the whole world!"

"Yes……"

"who is it!"

Yolanda said confidently, because in the past few hundred thousand years, when he asked the mirror this question, it would always answer the same answer.

"Prosser."

"Look, I must be the most... damn!"

Yolanda really wanted to smash the mirror to see if there was a magic circle inside, but the voice behind him made his first reaction be to turn around and roar at the culprit.

"You kid, you don't wake up sooner or later, but you wake up at this time, you must be the reincarnation of a ghost!"

Prosser, who was using his original body, glanced at him lightly and smiled contemptuously, his facial features seemed to be glowing.

"Ugliness brings trouble."

Yolanda: Shit!