It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

The high-temperature beam of light tore through the sky. The heat it emitted seemed to engulf the heaven and earth, evaporating all the surrounding raindrops.

Wherever the light passed, the rain evaporated and disappeared in the air, even the air became distorted, and the scorching breath made it difficult to breathe.

The power of that beam of light was even enough to be compared with the lotus fire. It was challenging the limits of the world every minute and every second, bursting out with a devastating pressure.

The rain evaporated instantly with the explosion of this power and disappeared without a trace.

Xu Xiaoyu was just a ghost. She passed through the lotus fire set up by Xiao Huai and came between the two of them. Her breath became weak in an instant.

But she remembered, remembered what the game looked like in its original form.

At that time, all the teachers held electric batons and various weapons and forced them to participate in the death game.

Only Li Qinghe didn't.

Only Li Qinghe really helped them like a psychologist.

Even later, Li Qinghe used them to launch one uprising after another.

The riots they created turned into a chain of cause and effect, touching upon the entire rule page of the game.

Even if they fail in the end, those who once followed Li Qinghe cannot escape from the shackles of fate.

They were devoured by this game and became part of the ghost story, becoming wronged souls and evil spirits that wander here forever, unable to find freedom.

However, even though fate was so cruel, Xu Xiaoyu never felt any regrets.

She did not regret having met Li Qinghe, nor did she regret having been used by him.

"Without you, the world would be even worse!" She screamed, finally letting out the depression in her heart. All those words that had never been said finally found an outlet at this moment.

Her voice was mixed with anger and unwillingness, but also with deep determination, as if she was defending Li Qinghe, and also as if she was fighting against a fate that could never be reversed.

The elf's pupils dilated slightly, and at that moment, it seemed as if some uncontrolled data was erupting.

A gleam of light flashed in Xiao Huai's eyes, and he quickly caught the elf's abnormality.

Without any pause, he quickly opened the notebook and the pen in his hand slid rapidly across the paper.

Modify and edit.

He looked extremely focused, like a programmer precisely fixing a bug, with all his thoughts concentrated on the tip of his pen.

Every stroke of his pen is his counterattack against the system.

Five-star reviews are the world rules created by Li Qinghe, and Xiao Huai knows this very well.

What he wanted to do was not to destroy the system, but to twist it back to what Li Qinghe originally envisioned.

A fair and balanced rating system.

The biggest logical error occurs in the data structure of the elves.

It's cold and mechanical, completely divorced from the complexities of humanity and emotion.

It is precisely this single and extreme structure that makes it unable to cope with the flexible emotional world, and therefore, the elf is easily exploited by the outside world.

Once this system solidifies, it becomes a rigid existence and can no longer adapt to changes and adjustments.

What the system lacks is a dynamic balance, and it lacks the ability to adapt to the complexity and changeability of human nature.

What Xiao Huai needs to do is to reintroduce humanity and logic into the system, break the cold and inflexible calculation formula, and let the score truly reflect the unique value of each individual.

The "Reverse Praise" he created is the transitional program to modify all of this.

Under his writing, the system is being corrected step by step, moving towards a more flexible and humane direction.

At the moment he wrote the second-to-last line, the elf's pupils suddenly dilated, as if some uncontrollable data began to spread wildly in its body.

The elf's body trembled slightly, as if it was experiencing some unspeakable shock, but Xiao Huai continued, writing faster and faster, racing against time.

At the same time, Xiao Huai noticed that there was some unusual light flashing in the heart of the scoring elf.

Under the cover of rain, Xiao Huai's figure appeared unusually calm.

When he was about to take the crucial step to completely reverse his fate, a thunderclap exploded, as if it had reached the other side of this world where no one could exist.

"Warning! Heavy pollution source has appeared!!! Error!! Failure... System monitoring has failed..."

Xiao Huai frowned slightly. At that moment, the body of the scoring elf suddenly shook, and a dark figure like charcoal emerged from the body of the scoring elf.

In just a moment, the live broadcast room of the whole world was cut off.

However, it was that one second that was seen that was captured by the gods in the live broadcast room.

"God of Riot..."

This is the fallen evil god, but it actually survives here.

The hearts of the gods suddenly stopped, and three seconds later, the live broadcast room was in an uproar.

They finally understood why there were no gods in this world.

It turns out that it didn't exist at the beginning, but was hidden.

What kind of luck does Xiao Huai have? How come he always comes across anything?

The gods all began to wonder whether his luck was extremely bad, or whether he was deliberately looking for these secrets hidden in the world?

The dark shadow gradually turned into the outline of a person, and he grinned, full of sarcasm and contempt.

Mo Yu frowned suddenly and stopped fighting with the red and white demon.

The moment the red and white demon saw the God of Riot, his knees instantly went weak and he fell to the ground. His body began to gradually turn black, as if he was being devoured by the breath of the God of Riot.

The God of Riot stepped closer, "High-level demon? I like it."

As long as it is something he likes, it is his.

Then, he stared at Xiao Huai with sharp eyes, "This world belongs to me, and no one can touch my things. That fool who didn't know how to live or die has been reduced to ashes. That thief actually dared to steal my things, and now there's another one?"

Steal something?

Who else could he be referring to?

Li Qinghe.

Xiao Huai lowered his eyes, it turned out that Li Qinghe actually had a chance of winning back then.

But was it because the so-called God of Riot lived in this place that he failed?

But is there another possibility? Could the so-called theft refer to the stone fragment? And was Li Qinghe setting up a trap just to lure him out?

The answers to all these questions can only be known after Xiao Huai kills him.

Xiao Huai looked at him calmly and put away the notebook.

It seems that this period cannot be put to a conclusion.

The God of Riot half closed his eyes and began to look carefully at Xiao Huai in front of him.

"Ha... You have so much divine power. No wonder you are so arrogant."

His eyes then swept over the rating elf who was struggling beside him.

The elf's body was like a broken machine, convulsing, his face distorted, as if he was suffering from some unspeakable pain, and Xu Xiaoyu was anxiously trying to comfort him.

However, this scene was nothing more than a lowly struggle in the eyes of the God of Riot. He raised his hand slightly, intending to wipe out the two people.

At that moment, Xiao Huai appeared in front of them without hesitation. Large pieces of red diamonds quickly turned into a solid shield, blocking the fatal blow from the God of Riot.

The red diamond reflected a dazzling light in the firelight, like a noble existence from another dimension, contrasting with the coldness in Xiao Huai's expression.

"Oh, so you want to die?" The God of Riot sneered.

Xiao Huai glanced at him calmly, without any fluctuation on his face. He tilted his head slightly. The movement seemed casual, but with an unattainable calmness.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand and gently moved his fingertips in the direction of the God of Riot.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the God of Riot's pupils suddenly contracted and trembled violently.

what is that?